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day 4, post-execution
[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.]
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.]
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[Dickson actually moves (!) to look under the bed then. Feeling around for good measure.
There just seems to be nice, clean carpet though.]
What did it look like anyway, Steve? Rusty? Clean as a whistle?
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I don't know - like a shovel? It was wooden with a metal head...
[ he shrugs. you're useless, steve!! ]
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Yes, and you're a bonehead without a shovel.
[Steve, please.]
Any little detail coulda helped, but obviously you weren't paying attention.
[On to other possible clues lying around then.]