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]

I don't think it's gonna do it again.

[But he'll fiddle with it a little anyway, squinting down at the pieces in his hands. He oughta swing by and get a toolbox if fixing this is what he really wants to do right now.]

There's no buttons on this thing. [So if there's wires, there should be some connecting the speaker and the thing that triggers the speaker, right?]