Eighth.

[trustfellowship]

The week has passed slowly; it's been quiet, in a way that things around here usually are not, and at a third of your original number it isn't difficult to see why. Morale has suffered along with your population; maybe everything really is futile around here. However, there have been some...unusual goings-on lately. Signs. Sounds. It's difficult to say exactly where things are headed from here. Hopefully not straight to hell, anyway. Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it – those bursts of static fire off at seven, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and a heavy silence has settled over the building. The areas near the dorms also seem to be mercifully free of blood or other things indicating that there was some sort of incident, something that's sure to be at least some source of relief for most. However, that doesn't mean that nothing happened; checking the hallways will indicate that the night did not pass easily for everyone. Explore?

Comments

[dangerousfool]

[Okay, there was a fight, and this...object Wheatley isn't sure what it's used for may have been involved. So far he understands the situation.

There's another clue to be found, what else could be found around here?]

[trustfellowship]

[Good question! Where do you want to look?]

[dangerousfool]

[Well, this caliper thing must have come from somewhere. From the benches where tools are located, for example. Could there be something there?]

[trustfellowship]

[It actually seems like all of the other tools are there, but there is something sitting out on one of the benches! It's a wooden unicorn!]

[dangerousfool]

What's this?

[It's an unicorn indeed. What does this...

...

...oh.

Better take it to the trial]

[trustfellowship]

[You've found everything there is to find in here, Wheatley. Good job!]