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

[trustfellows]

[Cancer.

There are a lot of signs of advanced lung cancer among all the...that. Given that his organs are kind of...exposed there, it's something that would likely be noticeable.]

[evilfrenzy]

[...

Good thing Susan is here to actually identify it since all Rideaux can see is something very wrong.]

What is this? Did he become ill from something...?

[ninehundredlives]

....cancer.

[Susan reaches out carefully, moving...stuff...to get a better look.]

This is...he was dying.

[evilfrenzy]

[Oh. Well.

Watching Susan investigate, his tone becomes a bit more subdued.]

It was causing his lungs to begin to fail, I assume.

[ninehundredlives]

[She nods, sitting back on her heels.]

He could have maybe gotten treatment for it at home, if I remember the year he's from right. But it's really far along...