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]

No, no, just wonderin'. [If she can barely read, does she know that one of his likes is gossip? It's really, really tempting to start spreading this around...

Speaking of gossip:]

Say, I read on you profile that you liked gossip. First off, is that true? Second, if it is, I am mighty glad to have met someone who ain't so tight-lipped. Third, slow down, I'm havin' a hard time walkin' backwards this fast.

[zomgboom]

[bro, you can go ahead and do that but maybe you shouldn't gossip about people who steal stuff and also have more matches than any one person needs. just saying.

she does slow down, though.]

Uh, yeah? I mean, I used to be on the X-Men, so like. There was nothing to do but gossip about who was dating who. It's more, like, habit than anything.

[forcegalactic]

[Gossip about Tabby's illiteracy -> trouble in this place (i.e. his room) -> least favorite thing in the world. She's safe for now.]

Oh, I understand. When you're stuck inside all day, I can't but help listen in on the happenin's of the town. Saloons are the best place for exchangin' things like that, checkin' up on relationship statuses and all.

[Turning the corner, no sign of the sign.]

You never realize how many relationships go bad until you've worked for as many years as I had. Heck, it's the surprisin' ones that work out, you know what I mean. Makes me wonder if any of the folks trapped here will hood up eventually. I'm sure they will.

[decrees]

[...What on earth are you two doing...?]

What happened? Is she alright?

[That's... probably the most concerned Logan is capable of looking, um. He'll approach and reach out to help steady her be careful guys...]