Sixth.

[trustharder]

Friday morning dawns in much the same way it usually does in this place: with klaxons blaring and a sense of unease settling over the Vault. As much as people put their best efforts toward trying to discourage anything from happening on Thursday nights with parties and get-togethers, Fridays really don't have a good track record around here. But initially, things actually seem rather quiet; the first and second floors are remarkably free of blood and corpses today. Unfortunately, the third floor might not have fared so well. >Explore?

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[captainobnoxious]

[... Well, the music room is one of her favorite haunts, so she'll just... go in... there?

... Who is sitting at the piano. It's not like you can't tell most people from behind, after all.]