Fifth.

[trustfellows]

Two people have died so far this week. It's about as many as one can expect to lose per week around here and it isn't even the weekend; furthermore – whatever those two may have died for – it wasn't for the sake of Rule Seven. That much remains untouched, and as such, so does the incentive, begging the question of whether you're prepared for what may happen in a few days, if no one moves. Are you ready? Are you really? Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it; the clock chimes, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and there's a heavy silence that's settled over the building. You aren't even being awakened by Jericho this morning, which may seem like a good sign until the realization settles in – after all, that means the timer hasn't wound down. In other words, someone is definitely dead. Thankfully enough, as far as corpses go, the first two floors seem to be clear; that doesn't mean that nothing is amiss there, because some things may be, but at the very least there aren't any bodies here. No guarantees for higher up, though. Explore?

Comments

[blackmass]

I would place my bets on Archer over Chie, truthfully.

[because...really.]

[ninehundredlives]

I would too. But watch it somehow end up being her anyway.

[You'd better watch your back, she considers saying and then doesn't.]

[blackmass]

I doubt Jericho would specify if we bothered to ask. He's been quiet about why he wants four of us dead, much less who he's after.

[ninehundredlives]

Do you think anything might change with him if they all do die? Not to the extent of letting the rest of us out, I'm sure, but still.

[blackmass]

I suspect something will; even if that isn't his primary goal, it's clearly among the things he has set out to do with this.

[trustfellows]

[HEY KIREI are you going to be useful or what]

[blackmass]

[is he ever]

[BUT OKAY what all is notably amiss that susan doesn't have in vastly more competent hands]

[trustfellows]

[Head over to the bar, Father Misery, we've got some stuff to look at. We've got some bottles and something else over there, what are you checking out?]

[blackmass]

[fiiiiiiine gosh]

[well, if it's particularly notable let's start with the nebulous something else and hope it's not another kidney we all overlooked.]

[trustfellows]

[Come on, man, I'd at least give you a liver or something this time.

That said, it's not terribly notable, but it does seem to be where the rest of the matches went. There's a book of them just kind of hanging out over here.]

[blackmass]

[fair point]

[Is there anything off about the book of matches specifically? If not, he'll just move on to taking a look at the bottles next.]

[trustfellows]

[A couple of the matches are missing, but that's probably explained by whoever decided to go all Carrie in here, only with infinitely less prom and infinitely more FUCK JERICHO.

That said, the bottles seem to be some liquor from the bar - brand doesn't really matter, though the proof percentages are high - and a few things from the chemistry lab.]

[ninehundredlives]

[WELL OKAY as long as she has smelled what there is to smell, Susan will come over here and investigate whatever chemistry lab stuff we've got.]

[trustfellows]

[It looks like ethyl ether and toulene, of all things.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Ehhhhhhhh okay

Gonna put those in her box too. Are they empty?]