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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[nankurunaisa]

I'll go tell them, okay? I mean...you're doing a better job here than I am, and Yuuri is trustworthy, too.

[All she's done is notice a chair and find a book, okay, she needs to deliver some news.]

Is that alright with ya?

[sunsong]

Yeah, it's fine with me. Thanks, Hibiki.

[ For conveying the news, she means. ...impulsively, she'll go over and hug the other girl, because Hibiki looks like she could use one right now. And maybe Sol could, too. ]

I'll catch up with you later.