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]

[... Sigrun's not really sure how to feel.

The first thought is that well, now she is the only woman taking care of a zoo of men, and then the other's that her corner sure is lonely now, huh.

The third is how she's not gonna be able to explore the world with Aqua.

Sigrun isn't a woman who cries, but there's an undeniable tightness in her throat as Bruce shakes at the body and she clenches her fists, breathing deeply. Head straight, stay calm, there'll be time for everything else later. It's time to investigate.]