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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[sunsong]

Hey, Tabby.

[ Sol can't even scold her if she steals something because she's kind of jumped on the bed already so uh ]

[zomgboom]

Hey, so, like, have you guys found anything good yet?

[She means swag, but you know. Evidence is cool too.]

[sunsong]

[ A shrug. ]

Some stuff. The key to this room was pretty good.

[zomgboom]

Well, yeah. Rooms are where all the good stuff is.

[She's, uh, in the process of taking stuff as she speaks.]

[sunsong]

[ ...you know what, Sol isn't even gonna call her on that. SHE DOESN'T THINK ANYONE REALLY WANTS THE MAID DRESSES? ]

Yeah, yeah. Just be sure to tell us at some point if you notice anything interestin' and I don't care what crap you take.

[ because she doesn't ]

[zomgboom]

Uh-huh. Sure. I'll totally, like, tell you guys if I find something important or whatever.

[Yeah, thankfully she showed up fifteen minutes late with starbucks so there's nothing for her to find.]