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

[trustfellows]

[Nope, nothing off in here either!]

[matchbreaker]

[ Man she was mildly hoping it'd be something flushed down the toilet.

... So let's look back at the trunk? ]

[trustfellows]

[Nothing important to note there either!

As a hint, you might want to try looking up.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Science has now proven Elda would be eaten by a spider in a dungeon.

looks up? ]

[trustfellows]

[Most people don't think to look up, but it's always a very important thing to check in case of spiders!!

There are no spiders up there thankfully, but over the door there's another carving. This one is a word, actually! It reads: VERN. It's also worth noting that it's pretty poorly-written.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . okay so like Elda's short and Sigrun's tall, but how high are these ceilings? Would this be like Sigrun could reach up there without a stool or anything if she stretched her arms out, or is the implication she needed to stand on things and/or spider climb ]