trustfell | First.

First.

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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There's...lots of stuff goin' on, I guess.

[Considering she's holding onto two bottles labeled as "arsenic," she's not looking too enthused.]

I'm gonna have to empty these out in the bathroom. What the heck was he doin' with these?

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Hey, don't empty them out yet! [ok see she's helping.] They, like, might be important?

Eh? Do you think so?

[She looks down at them. She isn't really comfortable holding onto them, but she also doesn't really want anyone else to take them and lose them. So...she will.]

After the trial, then...but geez, what's he doin' with poison under his maid dresses?!

I guess they could be...after whatever works fine for me.

[ LE SHRUG she just doesn't like the idea of being poisoned ]

It's, like, poison? So he could have been poisoned or whatever? [A beat.] If they, like, make you uncomfortable or whatever, I can hold onto them.

No...no, it's alright. Thank you, but...if bad things are gonna happen like this, I need to take care of things on my own. I mean...I'm the kinda idol who can do everything, so...

[She's trying to be responsible, but she looks miserable, too. Fun.]