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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[cherryblooded]

[Alright, so there wasn't a fight in here probably, just a lot of scattered bloody stuff. Great. Lovely.

Are anybody's personal projects missing or damaged? Like, say, Sigrun's box Mettaton? She's going to be so pissed if that was damaged.]

[trustharder]

[Nope, those are all fine.]

[cherryblooded]

[One less reason for Sigrun to snap. Good.

Aside from the blood on the tools and vending machine items, is there any on the floor?]

[trustharder]

[There's not any extra blood, just blood on the vending machine items and the larger tools that could be used as weapons - hammers, wrenches, those sorts of things.

You might want to check out the blood on some of them though. There's something weird about it.]

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod has seen some blood in his day, so he'll do that.

What's weird about it?]

[trustharder]

[There's no pattern to it. If you're familiar with how blunt objects smacking people in the heads work and the blood patterns they leave behind, you'll note that this doesn't match up.]

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod would absolutely be familiar with that.]

Strange...

[So did someone just dunk these in blood, or what? How much blood is on each item?]

[trustharder]

[A good amount.

You've found everything here, so unless you have other questions, you're done!]

[cherryblooded]

[Can he bring the ukulele and the tuning fork to the trial? ...And the vibrator, okay, why not.]