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]

[Take it easy, hon, the nurse and the investigator are doing all the heavy lifting, so to speak, and the other girls seem to have the floor cleared.

At least the body's down, so you don't have to look at it what with the others around it like that.]

[charcoalfeather]

[That is indeed a good thing. In the time span where she was... out, thing seemed to have been taken care of in here, at least.

She'd talk to the other girls in a moment. Before that, here eyes roamed up, away from the body and to the chandelier. How's that looking right now?]