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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[pokexplorer]

[Colress hears a commotion on his way up to the chemistry lab. Oh, well that sure doesn't sound good. He stops his ascent to detour to the source of the sound...

Oh

Miss Aqua.

He knows she wanted him to drop the formalities, but it's just what flashes through his mind as he stares at the scene. A deep, shaky sigh follows.

It begins again.]