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?

Comments

[trustmods]

[Is now really the time to take tools, Mordecai?

Good thing you looked through! It's a fairly ordinary toolkit with a bunch of small tools that are most likely completely useless here. However, there is one missing. Are you good enough with tools to recognize what the outline of a wrench looks like?]

[forcegalactic]

[RECENT EVENTS HAVE FORCED HIM TO BE MORE SERIOUS ABOUT TURNING HIS ROOM INTO A PANIC CLOSET.

They still uses wrenches in the future, it's a very common and useful tool, and that makes its absence disappointing. Did someone drop it nearby?]

[trustmods]

[Nope, there's nothing nearby!]

[forcegalactic]

[What a shame. There's no point in taking an incomplete tool box, but it should still be in this building. Or the Conductor is more forgetful than he thought.]

[trustmods]

[Who knows? Either way, it seems this area's clear.]