Third.

[trustmods]

This week has been eventful for the lot of you, if a bit political for some; another resistance meeting, petitions everywhere, group dinners, and the new addition of a bunch of chickens to the group have ensured that at the very least, you've all had reason to keep busy. Of course, there's still that incentive to keep in mind, as well as the fact that there's been a murder every Friday since everyone arrived. Either way, the clock chimes in the morning, as it always does; the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock themselves, and all seems quiet. Thankfully, today the ballroom is blessedly corpse-free, as is the rest of the first floor. Maybe it would be good to move upstairs, though, just to make sure the rest of the Academy is likewise. >Explore?

Comments

[withabigsmile]

[...You know Blue absolutely does not have a shred of her shit together but god damn, come here Rakka, let's just back up and hug this one out for a moment now that you've shrieked enough to send everyone pouring into this room.]

[charcoalfeather]

[All of the shit has been lost. It not coming back either because god damn her friend is dead. She's dead, she's laying there and she's dead and and....

The shrieking does die down eventually, more or less because Rakka runs out of air, and soon enough she's in another hug. Tears are coming now, unstoppable.]

No, no....