Fourth.

[trustmods]

The week has been relatively quiet after the utter debacle that was the previous weekend's trial; access to the fourth floor has generally ensured that no one has any excuse to not keep themselves entertained in one way or another, whether by way of games or by way of copious amounts of alcohol. Of course, that doesn't change the fact that this week's incentive came with a three-day limit this time – something that doesn't seem too geared toward discouraging the pattern that Fridays have fallen into around here. Thankfully, however, there are once again no bodies in the ballroom; it seems everyone has learned a lesson and decided to leave that place alone for the time being. But anybody heading upstairs beyond a certain point is going to have an...interesting time, let's put it that way. >Explore?

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[trustmods]

[Well believe it or not, the infirmary is for people who have been injured and not just for dinner!!

While you're going through things you'll probably notice that there's something off with one of the syringes.]

[midnightsea]

[...well thank god syringes were invented in the mid-1800s so he might actually know one when he saw it]

[How off are we talking?]

[trustmods]

[this is what we get for letting the vampire lawyer investigate things, when will we learn

It's been cleaned recently, you can probably smell the rubbing alcohol.]

[midnightsea]

[look he's trying to be helpful because god forbid one of these assholes outsmart dio goddamned brando]

[be grateful]

[and that's suspicious at least it doesn't smell like that godforsaken perfume]

[trustmods]

[we're all very grateful for your assistance, dio

But thankfully it looks like you're done in here! You can finally leave Perfume Hell.]