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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[isafraid]

[...Well. As long as we're down here, we might as well investigate that too! Why don't we!]

[trustharder]

[Why not indeed!

...It looks like one of those devices the Kingmaker handed out at the start of these little exercises. The ones that double as room keys and also phones to annoy the crap out of him with.

This one's turned off, though.]

[isafraid]

[Oh! It's... that thing. The thing Speedwagon could use to talk to the Kingmaker. The thing that's as hard as a brick.

It... could be Aqua's? In a dress like that, there can't be many places to keep it.

...Can he switch it on?]

[trustharder]

[You can try! ...It's not turning on, though.]

[isafraid]

[Poke.

Poke, poke... poke. Nothing?

WELL! He tried his best. Can't do much more then that. Speedwagon's still about the worst person here to be dealing with this so... He'll... bring this too, in the case that someone with actual understanding of technology wants to have a look at it.]