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.

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[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??? ]