Second.

[trustharder]

Friday dawns fairly quietly this week; unlike last week, there's no blood splashed around the hallway, and there's very little that seems amiss at first glance. It's almost enough to make one think that nothing happened last night – that maybe the incentive was ignored, that maybe rational-minded camaraderie may have won out over the desire to escape the Vault. That impression will last you until somebody decides to head upstairs. They won't get past the stairwell without noticing that something is definitely amiss - while there notably does not appear to be a body, that doesn't mean that something isn't there regardless. You might want to check that out. Just saying. >Explore?

Comments

[cherryblooded]

Really don't think that's it.

There's the option it came from the vending machine, but if it's not, it's hard to step on something attached to someone's face.

[isafraid]

What are you--[oh.

Oh.]

Damn....

[cherryblooded]

...at least not accidentally...

[How do you even determine cause of death for something like this?]

[isafraid]

H-hang on! It might not be them! She could've just not shown up yet!

[cherryblooded]

True. Would you like to go see if she's in her room?

[It'd give him something to do away from the... body, so to speak.]

[isafraid]

[He pauses, then finally swallows his anxiety and nods.]

It'd be for the best, anyways.

[cherryblooded]

Thank you. Let us know if you find anything.

[...anything useful, since the death announcement's going to make things clear in a moment.]

[isafraid]

[anything useful...

he gives cherryblod a tip of the hat, obscuring his eyes as he leaves. Wouldn't want him to see speedy as worried as he is.]

[notjustawriter]

That....

Jesus, that's awful.