Third Day

[letsplotting]

[Everyone should realize this old trick. The lights are harsh upon just waking up and who knows how much time has passed. Now, pick yourselves up off the floor and check to see if anyone's missing. . . Aside from your inventory.]

[As no one can tell time at this point anyway. . . The witching hour has begun.]

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[boysandgils]

[this is taking a while because being exposed to that thing twice isn't helping him much]

[bookoverflowers]

[uuuuuuuuuurgh]

[letsplotting]

[We now have maps. And lights.

Why, in my day, which was yesterday, we didn't have none of those things and had to feel our way around in the dark like proper men and ladies of quirky nature.]

[boysandgils]

[I'm not complaining, maps and lights are very useful.]

[letsplotting]

[Yeah, I bet, weak guy.]

[boysandgils]

[not. weak.

is sort of awake now, so standing up very slowly to explore around and see who else is still alive]

[pyoing]

I feel gross.

[bookoverflowers]

[join the club :/]

[pyoing]

I'm going to have to make something simple and nutritious for everyone after this is over.

[bookoverflowers]

I'd settle for tea and rice.

[letsplotting]

[after a few hours, a familiar crackle sounds:]

Ahh. . . Ha-Haaah. . . Are you all there?

[bookoverflowers]

No.

[letsplotting]

. . . Adam killed again, didn't he.

Was anyone injured?

[bookoverflowers]

Don't know. Four of us on one side of a door, two on the other.