day 4, post-execution

[injectors]

[Shit got 2 real 2 fast, and there may now be some blood on Angel's body after #monitorgate, but... It's fine. This is fine. Everything is super, duper fine. Actually, no. No, it is not. But at least they can all pretend, right?

Right.

Once all of apartment 3's occupants are inside their tiny, cramped abode — Angel will glance at the door. Glance at her roommates. Glance at the stupidly heavy axe that was the subject of the other night's discussion, and sigh. They were able to take down one of the staff this evening, but a child is dead and so is Lara. It's not a good feeling.]

... I suppose we should talk about improving our security, unless we wish to trade one of our lives for elbow space.

[It's a joke, but. It's a bad one and falls flat. God.]

Comments

[injectors]

Well... That's ominous.

[To put it lightly.]

I believe you. But I must ask, do you remember what time it was when you woke up?

[newlugers]

[ he ... actually seems somewhat surprised she believes him, since he probably wouldn't believe him if he heard this story. he's not used to people taking him seriously. ]

Yeah, kinda... I think it was around 1:15. I wasn't really looking at the clock, but...

[injectors]

[He's been nice to her so far, so of course she's going to try and believe him. It's not like he'd make up something like this just for fun, right? Right?]

And before retiring to bed, did you see anything strange? Or — did you do something out of the ordinary?

[newlugers]

[ he's not THAT bad!! ]

No! No, it was all totally normal. That's why I don't get it. It's like it just appeared or something.

[ he scratches his head, face pinching in frustration. ]

Man... I don't get it.

[injectors]

[Yeah. She's starting to think he might have hallucinated the whole thing in his sleep, but she won't dash his hopes and dreams so soon.

So.]

... Do you believe someone might have left it here and then retrieved it at a later time?