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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[trustharder]

[Nothing immediately off, no. How familiar are you with the usual supplies in here?]

[penduli]

[ That's... a really good question and I'm afraid the answer is going to be "probably not as familiar as we need right now" uh. He doesn't stalk it religiously, but he does come in here from time to time to read and to grab candles?

...so probably "okay, but not super familiar." Um. ]

[trustharder]

[Well for the sake of investigation ease, you'll probably notice that the towels don't stack as high as they normally do. So there might be some missing.]

[penduli]

[ Thank you for taking pity on me—

missing towels, got it. ...wonder where those went. ]

[trustharder]

[~it is a mystery~

and you're all good in here!]