First.

[trustmods]

Most of the week has come and gone in relative peace; it's an uneasy peace, but the fact is that it exists, and sometimes that's the most one can ask for. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock and swing partially ajar of their own volition, and the building is quiet. Perhaps this week has passed relatively painlessly, and no one's decided to find out what your captor means by that last rule of his; perhaps the communal lifestyle has remained undisturbed, whether due to the lack of threat to everyone's well-being from any sort of outside source or just because no one sees a reason to push their luck. Or perhaps somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and take some initiative. Only one way to find out, isn't there? >Explore?

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[perpend]

[Well, someone assumes everything is hunky-dory, so he's off to prepare himself some breakfast in the kitchen.

Is there anything immediately amiss here?]

[trustmods]

[Nothing immediately amiss, actually. You and Susan do seem to have your priorities in order, so long as we're all under the assumption that everything is fine.]

[perpend]

[Hooray for priorities!

Well, it doesn't take him too long to get what he wants, since it's just a fresh apple-- he's off to the dining room.

It is laundry day, so he'll need to take care of.... that in a bit, but first thing's first.]

[trustmods]

[...WOW IS IT A MESS IN HERE

but first priorities should probably be given to the screaming girls across the hall.]

[perpend]

[Off he goes.]