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thefoundation2018-12-22 12:13 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-12-22 12:13 pm
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Week 4 event
Friday morning comes and goes with no dead bodies to discover. Saturday morning passes with no trial. For two days, it seems like the Lady might be keeping to her word. This might truly be a week of rest, with no outside trouble brought in.
(She takes no responsibility for the incident in the vents, so.)
But then on Saturday night, close to midnight, the sound cuts off throughout the resort. The cause of the sudden quiet is unknown, but one thing is clear: something bad has happened.
Investigate?
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[He grunts as he speaks; with all the adrenaline, the pain had been easier to push through, and it was starting to get out of his system.]
It's just a blow to the ribs...could've been worse.
[As evidenced by Rean.]
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youre lucky that there's people who need my attention more immediately or I would be strapping you to the nearest bed for the foreseeable future.
ribs broken?
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If I didn't know better, I'd think you were coming on to me.
[But no. Someone's just died and there's a spider abomination here and it's kind of not the moment.]
Could be. I can't really tell.
[It just hurts like hell that's all he's got.]
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another time
try not to move around much. dont want you puncturing a lung
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[Said with considerable bitterness. He hates...everything about what just transpired, pretty much.
He sighs, and leans back against the wall.]
I'll try, but it's too late to tell me that now.
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I don't die so easy. Just did my fair share of moving.
[He shifts into a slightly more comfortable position.]
...I'll be good and not tempt fate any further.