sunday, week zero

[It's only to be expected that he needed a walk to clear his head after everything they'd been told had been allowed to sink in.

After all... it's a pretty hefty thing to hear. Even for someone like him, who is constantly dealing with murders...it's quite a lot.

Eventually, he does find his way to the kitchen, if only to find something to feed to Constantine, faithfully waiting for him back in his room--and he's only mildly surprised to find it already occupied.

Ah.]

Good evening. I recall meeting with you the first day.

monday, week zero

[Having the Grand Reveal of this place sprung on them like that... well, it takes even Barnham some time to come to terms with it. The best use of his time, he thinks, is to analyze this place and try to find any clues for how to get out of here.

Hopefully without any murder.

Of course, when he hears the telltale approach of footprints as he pokes around the buildings, he lifts a hand in greeting; he doesn't want to give off the wrong impression here, with how on edge everyone is.]

Good day.