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[Early in the morning--perhaps one or two--there's a series of violent explosions that seem to originate in the residential elevator shaft. The elevator itself plummets--anyone unlucky enough to be inside is killed either by the explosion or the fall, although they won't be able to recall which due to apparent unconsciousness.

Jason sends this message not long after the explosions quiet down.]

WHAT have you lot done this time? Are you trying to crack the Tower in half? HOW did you even get explosives? Do you know what you've just DONE? This is going to be a mess. It's your own fault, but given I'm on babysitting duties, I'm going to do my best to fix this as quickly as possible. It'll still take a week or so, though.

Until then--well, maybe you should figure out which of your revolutionaries had THIS bright idea and give them a talking to, because pretty soon you're all going to find out what that explosion broke.

(There will be no NPC response to this post.)

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[Poor guy. Don't feed the trolls, bro.]

Obviously. [Her voice lowers, slightly, though this close to a terminal it probably doesn't matter.] But the majority of infiltrations have been for information, or control. Not destruction. What does anyone gain by throwing bombs down the elevator shaft?

[A sigh.]

Perhaps I simply do not understand wonton destruction...

I understand. They're tired, hurt, frustrated, angry. They just want it to end, but don't have faith in our ability to get out alive, so they seek to end everything at once.

If it was an act of anger, it would make more sense to happen after Jason's experiment, I would think...

[She's quiet for a moment, her silence saying she's still not quite convinced.]

... I do not know. Something about this does not seem right to me, but I cannot place my finger on what exactly.

I don't know, either...

*He's just coming off an emotional breakdown, is probably still in it but in a more normal-seeming stage, and was woken up by explosions out of nowhere and the most alarmed he's ever heard (or well, read) Jason as far as he can think of at the moment.

So he doesn't see this "not right" thing at all.*

[The bombing isn't the only thing that doesn't seem quite right, now that she thinks about it. Sighing, she decides to drop the subject for now, placing a gentle, hopefully encouraging hand on Enoch's slumped shoulder.]

I will think about it, then, and get back to you should I pinpoint what feels off to me. But for now, it is late. Be sure to get some rest, all right?

If I can sleep after all of this...

*He slowly straightens up again.* I don't like this, whatever is happening. What if it's our protection from the poison that's damaged? We don't have the means to protect ourselves from it, and...I'm afraid I know nothing about it.

*Being before nuclear power in general wasn't helping him.*

We know that time away from it can reverse the effects. Thankfully, Riki has given us over a hundred floors to hide away in should it come to that.

[Zelda, Ruler and Arturia still have their gas masks from Aria as well, buuuut three masks for the entire Tower isn't exactly workable. Still, she does her best to ease his worries.]

Whether or not you think you can does not change the fact that you should. People look up to you, Enoch, and a clear head is the best thing you can give them. Believe me.

[She's learned a thing or two about this sort of thing.]

*Enoch nods. He knows, in theory at least. It's been a long time since he was a leader, exactly...*

...I'll try.

That is all anyone can ask.

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