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

[karmas]

[Franziska comes into the room, looking proud and haughty as ever. She ignores the other roommates, instead making her way towards the bed and sitting down.]

And how would you propose to increase security?

[newlugers]

[ steve is clearly restless, and only half-listening to Angel as she speaks; as soon as she mentioned security, he seemed to remember something, and turned towards the bed, getting on his hands and knees and groping around under there.

To no avail, apparently. ]

What the heck?! [ glancing over his shoulder at the others. ] Okay, which one of you guys took my shovel?

[ steve what are you talking about ]