[continue + 2] week 1 || act: investigate

[foundationmods]

[Everything is still, silent, and dark - just like it should be.

Friday comes, and there is no angry captain waking you up, no crowd of people.

But there is still, undeniably...

a feeling of foreboding.

You know what this is.

One of your own...has perished.

At the hands of one of you.]

Comments

[dereban]

It's okay, he's not so heavy that I need two people, and our room is close.

[oceanicbutterfly]

You can't close the door fast enough to keep me out and carry him at the same time.

[dereban]

If you come into the room without my permission, then I guess we can't be friends anymore.

[oceanicbutterfly]

Or you could just tell me what happened.

[dereban]

Like. I. Said.

More important things to do.

[She would like to take care of her stupid boyfriend who went and ate too much cake???]

[oceanicbutterfly]

All right.

[Said in kind of an "if you say so" tone.]