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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[trustmods]

[It's one of those knives meant for cutting, not a butter knife!

As for what caused that, well it's hard to tell just from this. But it looks like this knife was pretty useless.]

[sunsong]

[ okay she has fewer questions but still some questions. :|a

Since she can't quite glean any reasons for how this happened, she's going to scan the area some more. Is there any food or whatever? More dropped items? Blood stains on the floor? FURTHER UTENSIL WEIRDNESS... ]

[trustmods]

[There isn't much else worth noting... except there's something shiny on the ground nearby that isn't silverware.]

[sunsong]

[ GIVE IT TO HER, what is it? Is that his room key or something else...? WHAT SHINY TREASURE IS IT she'll be a magpie. ]

[trustmods]

[CORRECT AGAIN, it's the key for room #13!]

[sunsong]

[ SWEET. Let her collect her entourage and they'll go do shit. ]