Second.

[trustmods]

Between Truth or Dare and the resistance meeting, it seems things have been going reasonably well this week; at the same time, there have been fights here and there, and the Conductor's incentive has certainly been something to take into consideration as well. So there's been some good, and some bad, and some things that no one is talking about; the clock chimes on Friday morning, as it always does, and the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock. Of course, those wandering past the incinerator room will notice that it's...warm in there. Really warm? ...Oh. Blessedly enough, there isn't a body in the room, and the incinerator isn't large enough to destroy one, so this room can probably be left alone for now; however, just because there isn't a body here doesn't mean that everything is clear and no one has anything to hide. You might want to look around. >Explore?

Comments

[forcegalactic]

What- [Mordecai nearly flinches, but Undyne isn't wearing the godawful perfume today, and he remains there, personal space invaded.]

Why wouldn't she be askin' for help? Sure, her age don't make sense, but she didn't seem the type to work against us!

[She was a nun and really polite; why did one of the nicer people have to die?]

[becauseicould]

Hey, after what happened last week, I'm surprised anyone has good points anymore!

[She's gonna back off now, thankfully, but...of all the people, her?]

You're right, but...I'm still surprised! She could've been like him, for all we know, and yet... [Just. Gesturing to the letter. Very angry gesturing.

Someone's getting justice served to them. With a fist, if she has anything to say about it.]

[forcegalactic]

Look, Reaver was suspicious from the start! That whole likin' loose morals, ownin' the towns where his workers live? That ain't the kinda person I trust!

[He folds the letter neatly and slips it into his vest. A wave of determination flows through him.]

We're gonna find out who did this.

[becauseicould]

That's not who I meant... [She's annoyed, granted, but it isn't directed toward him. She should've specified.] I meant someone like the Conductor.

[...Even so, determination is infectious. She grins.]

Hell yeah we are!! They won't even know what hit them!