Fifth.

[trustharder]

The klaxons blare out early on Friday morning, as always. Depending on how late you were out at the party last night, they might not be very welcome, but at least it seems the Kingmaker isn't having any difficulties with them today. The Vault's setup has always been a bit unfortunate on Fridays – the fact that the view from the dorms is a straight shot down the corridor tends to make it completely and immediately obvious when something is wrong. It isn't blood this time; there are no large crimson stains splashed around the hallway or leading outward from one of the rooms. What is there, however, is a person lying on the floor near the stairwell. That doesn't bode well, does it. >Explore?

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[trustharder]

[...God...God bless you, Speedwagon, you tried.

There isn't anything else out-of-place, though! ...Other than the dead girl.]

[isafraid]

[Did you know bleach was only commercially available by the 1930s? The more you know!

Well, the sauna is as sparse as it's always been... except for Lynne of course. speaking of, he should probably so and... show Sigrun this...]