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?

Comments

[goodforsomething]

Right? I've basically never been in here.

[captainobnoxious]

I tried to play a few things and watched Bruce go at the pinball machine, but other than that... Nope. He was pretty good at it, by the way. Something to do with angles.

[... Mettaton liked it in here though, and so did Misa, so that makes this place sad to her.]

[goodforsomething]

Sounds like somethin' he'd be good at. Pinball's either for nerds or cheaters. So me and Ford both used to be pretty good.

[captainobnoxious]

I thought about putting kittens in it myself. Since they're small and would enjoy chasing the ball.

[Murder what murder.]

[goodforsomething]

[Look, he finds it easier to have a normal-person chat in between the exploded corpse discovery and the murder trial]

Brilliant! People'd pay out the nose for that! [but yeah okay let's go look at the blood]