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?

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[midnightsea]

[Eventually, Dio would probably learn to just stay awake later than usual on Friday instead of being distracted by the inevitable screaming. But this was not that week, and glam rock feathers and all he found his way to the sewing room.]

Now what is i--

[. . .]

[His hand tightened on the journal he carried with him, black nails digging into the cover.]

[So that's how today was going to go, was it.]