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

[matchbreaker]

[ Someone bested that monster of a woman? That's Elda's first thought as she follows the voice past the hall and to the bar. Honestly, she's a little slack-jawed, waiting for confirmation when she gets in the room but...

No yeah that's definitely her. ]

What a scene.

[ That's what she mutters, playing with the ends of her hair. ]