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

[sleepytimegal]

[ Promise...? Alex is confused there for a moment, but what matters really is being there for Sayaka. ]

Sh- she's- was- she didn't. None of us do. [ Promise... ] What are...you...?

[destage]

Y--yeah. I...I know... [She sniffles a bit, just...kind of trying to calm herself a bit.]

What...do you mean?

[sleepytimegal]

[ A shaky breath. ]

What promise?

[destage]

...That I was going to keep you safe, and...find a way to get you out of that horrible mess. For good.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...Oh. ]

Who asked you to promise that?

[destage]

No one...no one really asked me to. I want to, but...

[...]

Can we talk about this after the trial? It...it might be for the best.

[sleepytimegal]

Of course. I- I won't push you, n-not after...not after what we just saw.

[ She holds a little tighter. It could've been any of them. It could've been any one of them. ]