Seventh.

[trustharder]

The klaxons blare out bright and early Friday morning – granted, given the lack of windows in this place, it probably just feels early. Once again, things are quiet on the lower floors – the first-floor hallway isn't covered in blood, there aren't any bodies lying around, and things seem fairly normal to those just leaving their dorms. Of course, that doesn't mean that nothing is wrong; seven weeks in this place have probably taught everyone at least that much. Overall, though, things seem pretty sane until you get to the higher floors – where there are traces of blood on the fifth, in the general direction of the locker room between the saunas. >Explore?

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[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod kneels by Shirazu's corpse. He doesn't have much to say, but it still needs saying.]

I'm sorry. We'll find who did this to you.

[...that said, he's listening for the body announcement with a bit too much anxiety.]

[goodforsomething]

Holy Moses.

[Stan's holding a handkerchief over his own mouth and nose, and has another to offer Cherryblod silently. Maybe best not to breathe in the purple shit.]

[cherryblooded]

[Ah - thanks. He accepts the handkerchief and holds it over his face.

It sure would not be fun to be poisoned again.]