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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>Explore<

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, Susan's got no reason to be more on edge this morning than any other. Let's just go to the kitchen for some coffee and maybe food!]

[perpend]

[Well, someone assumes everything is hunky-dory, so he's off to prepare himself some breakfast in the kitchen.

Is there anything immediately amiss here?]

[withabigsmile]

[Gooood morning! It's a great morning, in fact!

But Blue isn't quite hungry just yet, so she decides to wander over to the ballroom- the long way through the halls, not through the kitchen- and hums to herself along the way.]

[forcegalactic]

[Today is laundry day, Mordecai has decided. Feeling enough of his strength has returned, his first stop is the laundry room to prepare the washing bin.]

[trustmods]

[There's nothing...immediately amiss in the kitchen, so this is a good life choice for the time being, actually!]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[The night before, Ashley had sent another letter to the Conductor, and if it's anything like the last one, she should be receiving a response. It's this more than anything else that spurs her from her room so early-- so let's see if there's anything around the foyer.]

[nankurunaisa]

[It's time to hit the ballroom for morning exercises just like Hibiki does every morning, no worries there.]

[trustmods]

[Nothing immediately amiss, actually. You and Susan do seem to have your priorities in order, so long as we're all under the assumption that everything is fine.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Well then let's just make some fucking coffee. Life is normal and corpse-free!]

[sunsong]

[ She'll go to the incinerator to throw out trash, ho hum. picks a new location... ]

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri woke up this morning and decided he might try and write a letter. So, he heads to the mail room first thing. ]

[zomgboom]

[Tabby needs more matches for her match collection because the Conductor said he'd restock.

. . . Ok, fine. She's actually not going to take any, but she wants to see if they're there. So storage room it is.]

[shuttermouse]

[ Unsurprisingly, Chie decides to head to the vending machine after getting out of bed. She really wants that camera, okay. ]

[midnightsea]

[Was it that late already? It was probably about time for Dio to make his way back to his room; eventually, someone was bound to further question why he was only awake at night. If he just avoided them entirely until a solution to this mess was found, it wouldn't be an issue.]

[Well. Never mind that for now. He'd make his way through the dormitories on his way back to his room.]

[Surely nothing would go on that could possibly disturb him on a completely normal day.]

[perpend]

[Hooray for priorities!

Well, it doesn't take him too long to get what he wants, since it's just a fresh apple-- he's off to the dining room.

It is laundry day, so he'll need to take care of.... that in a bit, but first thing's first.]

[trustmods]

[...Well, it certainly seems that something was disturbed in here, to put it very gently.

The relative elegance of the ballroom is offset by the scene taking place on the far end of it, near the stage and the grand piano set upon it; the large chandelier nearest the stage is weighted down today, the usual attention-catching shine of the crystals being massively outdone by the other...ah, more creative decoration hanging from it right now.

That. That certainly looks like something may be decidedly really not right in here. A very definite person-sized something.

That certainly is a person hanging from that chandelier, is what I'm saying.]

[trustmods]

[About that.]

[trustmods]

[And since there's nothing immediately amiss in here, you go right on ahead and do that, should it please you!]

[withabigsmile]

[Dum de dum de-

...That sure does appear to be a body.

She has a moment of stunned silence, a second moment-

and then she absolutely screams on the top of her lungs, because there is not exactly a sane reaction to seeing someone hanging from the ceiling that isn't to belt out in horror as loudly as you can.]

[becauseicould]

[Well, today seems okay--Undyne's still tense, granted, but that's pretty much par for the course, here.

She's heading off to the laundry room first; she wants to get that out of the way before she grabs her morning tea...]

[trustmods]

[Well, you can probably hear Blue screaming like hell from there.]

[nankurunaisa]

G'mornin', Blue—

[Hibiki's just strolling in, too, already at a light jog despite the less than ideal conditions for flooring. At the scream, she looks stunned, mostly because she feels like she's being screamed at...

But then she sees it. Oh god.

And she screams, too.]

[trustmods]

[...Enjoy the dulcet sounds of Blue and Hibiki, screaming their heads off.]

[trustmods]

[...WOW IS IT A MESS IN HERE

but first priorities should probably be given to the screaming girls across the hall.]

[trustmods]

[...It's all fun and games until the teenaged girls lose their damn minds across the hall for some reason, isn't it?]