Fourth.

[trustfellows]

As the fourth week comes to a close and Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking, it seems, for a brief moment, that everything will be normal. For a given degee of "normal", anyway – perhaps some are on edge because there's a definite pattern that's been happening here, but for a few blissful moments, everything seems quiet. It doesn't last long; eventually, Jericho's voice can be heard over the public-address system. He doesn't sound as excitable as usual, though perhaps that can be explained away with the content of his message: "Hey. Just so you know, we've kind of got a problem this morning. Nothing catastrophic or anything, but you might want to get into the foyer so you know what's going on. We'll be waiting." You might want to go.

Comments

[perpend]

[And off he goes, racing to the game room assuming he isn't stopped in the hall by murder.]

[blackmass]

Oh, certainly not. I never said I'd do it, it was only a suggestion.

[brandnewday]

Tabby...

[Hibiki sinks to her knees, her body shaking. Another murder, right in front of her eyes. How many does she has to see?]

Tabby...n-no...impossible...

[matchbreaker]

Well, if you lack the initiative to act, then you can be silent.

[heritrix]

[A murder with no planning? Rin's heading up to the bar.]

[trustfellows]

[The game room is clear! ...Also there are no noticeable kidneys along the way.]

[hesperos]

...You bastard.

[ He's practically enraged but he's also feeling cold. Damn everything's going to go to shit-- ]

[trustfellows]

[The billiards room is clear!]

[blackmass]

[this time]

[trustfellows]

[The billiards room is clear!]

[trustfellows]

[The billiards room is clear!]

[trustfellows]

[The game room is clear!]

[notaccurate]

[Yeah, that? That's horrifying, and Luca looks absolutely shaken up by it.]

[trustfellows]

[The billiards room is clear!]

[trustfellows]

[...Go be sick in peace, Hibiki, the restrooms are clear.]

[trustfellows]

[...Thankfully, there isn't any blood or anything on the stairs, nor are there kidneys, so. Small mercies.]

[trustfellows]

[The game room is clear, and the hallways free of murder!]

[innocentloveholic]

[ Three things, here: she sort of liked Tabby, in that way that you like interesting people who add something fun to your life; no one killed anyone yet, and they're on a stellar time limit before the next one goes so THANKS! SHE HATES IT; and she recognizes that power.

She'd be a piss-poor associate of the King of Despair if she didn't know what his body's abilities looked like at this point, especially after the show he gave them on Halloween. Dream or memory or whatever, that's definitely it. But there's still the thing of how...

...Mrrrrrrgh thanks, she hates this, times two??? ]

[trustfellows]

[It seems like the bar is either a very good or a very bad place to start, given what you'll find in there.

It's looks like there's someone in here already, though saying that they're sitting at the bar is a little generous; they aren't sitting so much as they are slumped forward against it. It doesn't look like it was violent, more like they put their head down, but...

Well, there's also the scent of blood in here, and a spreading pool of it building on the floor next to where they're sitting.]

[trustfellows]

[About that.]

[innocentloveholic]

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[destage]

[...oh god.

Oh god, this is horrifying--this is horrifying as hell, but she's...gonna walk forward to see who it is. Who the fuck died for our sins today? While she...just...kind of avoids the blood, or tries not to faint.]

[heritrix]

['Sup, Sayaka, we chose poorly today.]

Sayaka, let me do it.

[You... You look really terrible.]

[evilfrenzy]

[Small mercies indeed.]

[blackmass]

[see, someone gets it]