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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[crimsonchin]

Someone must really have somewhere to be, huh?

[swirlied]

[ He nods again. ]

To go so far without even trying to work together so we could all get out safe...

[crimsonchin]

Please. Trusting other people in a place like this is definitely not the safe way of going about it.

[swirlied]

Then what else are we supposed to do? Just wait until someone else dies?

[crimsonchin]

Of course not. We have to make sure we find who did this, restrain the hell out of them, and figure out a way to be certain this doesn't happen again. But trust isn't part of the equation.

[swirlied]

[ He doesn't have it in him to argue with her about trust, so instead he just sighs. ]

I'll do whatever I can to make sure this doesn't happen again.

[crimsonchin]

Good. Start with figuring out what happened here. I'll look around elsewhere.