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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[crimsonchin]

[ Asuka sees the body. She's standing right in the doorframe, not quite wanting to push her way through the clamoring crowd around Ashley's corpse, but from the reactions and what she can see, it's enough for her. It's the first time she has a visible reaction to the body; not even the hanging could get that out of her. But her hand is on her hat, visor pulled over her eyes. Her other hand is clenched in a fist, clinging to the doorframe...

I really don't want to die here.

Son of a bitch. This is what happens when you get attached, Asuka.

She's...actually shaking. Whether it's with rage or with something else, it's hard to tell, but the normally stoic Asuka is trying her hardest to keep her feet firmly on the ground here. ]