sixth victim

[airlockedmods]

[At 7 AM on Friday, the mini-maps that allow the teleporter to be used all turn back on. Like any other time that the status quo has been abruptly restored at the end of the week, there's something ominous about it all the same. Especially on the fourth floor.]

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[curdle]

[ She should have anticipated the announcement happening while she was halfway through washing her hair, but that would require actual thought instead of stumbling to the showers in a supine, dreary state. Thomasin throws her clothes on quickly, puts a towel around her head and shoulders like she's the Virgin Mary, and makes a beeline for the teleporter. What's she got to look forward to once she starts making her way to the dance studio? jk the Doctor beat her to it BUT WHAT WILL SHE SEE REGARDLESS ]

[airlockedmods]

[Scattered droplets of blood all the way down the hallway, from the teleporter to the door of the incinerator, to the dance studio.]

[stitch_in_time]

Thomasin!

[Ohai. Blood-trail aside, she might note that the Doctor's still wearing a blanket like a poncho.]

[Sleep deprivation's a hell of a drug, kids.]

You're alive, good.

[Care to stop by the Incinerator, then?]

[curdle]

... aye, you too.

[ She's quiet and verging on hysterical! What a combo. ]

Let's -- let's to the incinerator, then.

[stitch_in_time]

[That is a very worrying combo.]

Yeah, careful. They're changing things on us, getting desperate. Even this investigation could get dangerous.