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?

Comments

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Sure enough, there's a letter, DISCERNING on the front, and she takes it in her hands. She'll read it...later.]

It just sounds lonely.

[crimsonchin]

It is what it is.

You wrote the guy too, huh? I tried to write him the other day, wanted to see if he knew German.

He did. The Arschloch

[hashtagafreakingghost]

This...is my second letter back from him. I keep asking questions, and...maybe he'll have more answers.