Seventh.

[trustfellows]

It really isn't getting any easier around here, is it? The way your numbers have fallen is impossible to ignore by now – there's so much space in this building, and it just seems to keep increasing with every passing week. Furthermore, the incentives and the timer are designed to ensure that your numbers keep dropping – something that's guaranteed to be evident today, one way or another. 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. Once again, there's no announcement from Jericho this morning to wake you up; the public-address system remains quiet, and there's only one conclusion to be drawn from that. And there's really only one thing to be done about it, isn't there? For those brave souls who want to know what happened – or those morbid ones who just want to know who died – the first three floors are clear. However, something seems amiss even from the stairwell as you make your way up to the fourth. Namely, the heavy scent of blood. Explore?

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[bloodisthicker]

[...he'll start looking through the stalls then, because they seem like good places to hide things.]

[trustfellows]

[Most of the stalls are clear, but by the very last stall there's one of those Survey Corps swords from the vending machine. It's bloody and missing one of the detachable pieces of the blade.

There's something off about the stall door though, so you might want to check that out too.]

[bloodisthicker]

[well, that probably explains a thing or two. he's... gonna get a paper towel and grab that, then, but he's going to look at the door first.]

[trustfellows]

[There's a black smiley face painted on the door.

>Proceed inside?]

[bloodisthicker]

[WELL GEE THAT'S REASSURING he'll open the door with a bit of a grimace and proceed inside.]

[trustfellows]

[Congratulations, you've found legs! They probably belong to Milla, unless someone else is missing legs I'm not aware of.

There's wire wrapped around one of them allowing a note to hang off of it if you want to check that out.]

[bloodisthicker]

[he's going to slam the door shut.

he's going to breathe a bit.

he is going to mutter several obscenities that aren't very Y7.

he is going to open the door back up and then look at the note.]

[trustfellows]

[Tarrlok suffers so much.

The note is made from cut out pieces of other notes you guys have left for each other like afterparty notices and things like that. It looks sort of like one of those stereotypical ransom notes! It reads:

coNgratulatiONS on a succEssful sNooping, whoeverS! gEt lost

How... helpful?]

[bloodisthicker]

[...I mean.

He thinks he has an idea of Who in the Fuck would Do This.

But on the other hand he's used to being wrong so. Maybe... maybe wait for other evidence before pouncing. Yeah. He's actually going to take that, then go down to his fucking room to scream into a pillow.]

[trustfellows]

[Good luck, Tarrlok...]