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

[ninehundredlives]

.....stupid woman.

[Susan says it quietly, hunched in a corner. She's probably going to have to help with this, but...couldn't she have waited a little longer?]

[evilfrenzy]

...Yeah.

[He has some thoughts about what this looks like as well.

Uh. Since Susan is kind of away from the group this time, he glances her way. He just kind of...observes for a moment, before-]

Ready to do this? I doubt it's going to take as long as last time.

[ninehundredlives]

[She takes a moment to answer, hands in her pockets and gaze on the floor.]

.....yeah. Fine. We might as well.