Sixth.

[trustfellows]

This week has been a difficult one. Between the personnel change and the punishment, the week was already looking to be long; the incentive, however, is one of the harsher ones, adding a layer of hardship to the group that does nothing but compound the already-existing tension. And, as always, there's the ever-present threat of the timer. 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. There's no announcement from Jericho to awaken you, either; once again, this is something that's promising until it's thought about in slightly more depth. Of course, as soon as you leave your rooms and move toward the main portion of the Academy in the morning, it will become immediately obvious that something is horrifically wrong. Namely, there's a very distinct scent coming from the room with the incinerator; not to put too fine a point on it, but let's say that anyone who was in either the bar or the workshop last week will probably recognize it. ...Yeah. Explore?

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[trustfellows]

[Good man.

...That said, it looks like a few things did end up in here along with the body - there are some burnt scraps of something that somehow made it through. Similar to what Susan found earlier, they look like they might be photographs, or at least what's left of them.]

[evilfrenzy]

[Hmmm. Rideaux will go ahead and reach in there to collect as many intact scraps that he can. Is there anything recognizable in what remains of these scraps?]

[trustfellows]

[There isn't, no, just enough to verify that they sure were photographs at some point.

It also seems that you found everything in here, so! Good hustle, everyone.]

[evilfrenzy]

[...unintentional sociopathy aside.

Thanks Mods!]