Ninth.

[trustfellows]

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 incredibly likely that the timer does seem to have been turned off, as Jericho had said it would be, because there's no announcement from him to wake you up today – nothing informing you that someone has been dragged out of bed due to random selection, nothing urging you to come to the foyer because there's some sort of problem or "something going on." Of course, you've spent enough time in this place to know that that isn't a guarantee that nothing happened during the night – a lack of incentive doesn't necessarily mean anything in this place, given how many people have ignored them entirely in favor of acting in their own self-interest or desire to escape. So maybe this is a good sign. Maybe it isn't. Anyone exploring this morning will find that there's nothing amiss on most of the floors; it's fairly easy to check the lower ones, after all. The ones up higher, though... Well, maybe there's something waiting for you after all. Explore?

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[evilfrenzy]

[Rideaux finally turns away from the window when Yuri addresses him, and...

...oh.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. To say that Yuri caught him off guard with that is a bit of an understatement. Was he that obvious with his conflicted feelings on their newfound outside view? Moreover though, those words...]

Yuri...

[His voice is a low murmur, having leaked out in surprise. Crossing his arms, he quickly works to recompose himself. He almost looks a little embarrassed. Not because of what Yuri said, but because of his own reaction. Everyone else is here, and...

Well. Time to deflect for now.]

Don't tell me you're worried about me? I'll be fine.

[Not here. Not now.]