Seventh.

[trustwellness]

The past week has been tense, despite everyone's best efforts to lessen the heavy atmosphere of worry and dread; the deadline for the incentive has been creeping ever-nearer, and the potential for consequences to come down – not only on you, but on those who have already suffered and died in the name of this "course" you've all been put through – has been difficult to ignore as time goes by. But whatever one may be feeling about it, the world keeps turning and time moves ever-forward; Friday morning dawns eventually, heralded with the usual ringing of chimes and silence laying heavy over most of the university. Perhaps things have been uneventful; checking the first few floors may imply that, for those of you that are feeling hopeful. Searching lower down, however... Well, things may not be as acceptable as they seem, let's put it that way. >Explore?

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[matchbreaker]

[ This still sucks so much.

What's on the bed Elda goes to check! She's ... aware Kimihiro's there and will say things to him but- right now she's trying to make progress here ]

[trustwellness]

[A sword! Specifically one of the Levin Swords that have been dropping out of the vending machine lately. It's covered in blood.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh what the fuck.

... Elda's going to pick up the sword. The bed is probably soaked, isn't it? ]

[trustwellness]

[It's definitely left a mess, yikes. You guys have found everything there is to find in here, well done!]