Third.

[trustfellows]

The third week in this place has come and gone; it was more peaceful for some of you than others, but given the incentive hanging over everyone's heads since Tuesday, that's quite possibly not saying much. Between the party game and some of the actions you all have been taking this week, though, perhaps you've opened up to one another a bit more than you would have normally; surely that can only be considered a good thing overall. The question remains, though: has it been enough? Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it; the clock chimes, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and there's a heavy silence that's settled over the building. The first floor is even clear of anything that might be immediately amiss, which is possibly a good sign. Granted, you won't know until you search the rest of the building; here's a small hint for you, however, with regards to how today is going to go: You definitely want to be wearing shoes. Explore?

Comments

[brandnewday]

[Oh, boy! It's like winning the lottery, except she hates this!

What kind of bottle are we looking at? She'll take a look and hope there's not an arm inside.]

[trustfellows]

[There's thankfully not an arm inside! It's painkillers, some of the ones found in the infirmary, of course.]

[brandnewday]

[That's interesting.

...Right? Fuck if she knows, but it seems important. She'll go ahead and grab this and some of the pills to take to the trial. Carefully. Is there anything else off about the bottle and pills she might notice? The pills on the floor match the pills in the bottle, right?]

[trustfellows]

[They do indeed! There's nothing else to note about the bottle or the pills themselves, so well done!]

[brandnewday]

[WAIT.

..were these on the floor of the second floor? I think I forgot to specify which floors she was looking at.]

[trustfellows]

[OH YEAH THAT'S GOOD TO CLARIFY, they're on the second floor!]