day one

[judgejudy]

DAY 1 Complex Population: 35 ( October 3 - October 6 ) It's 8AM, and you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always. There's breakfast avaliable in the cafeteria if you want it, as well as meals from 11AM-12PM and 7PM-8PM, but otherwise? The day is yours. Take your time to explore the complex, relax, and enjoy each others' company, as who knows what the next day has in store? Though as you explore, you may notice that there's a new door unlocked and a new place for you to spend the day. One of the locked doors on the second floor is now open, so residents can partake in the clean, modest gym if you're the kind to keep in shape. — This post is for the first day as defined in the schedule. This post is for general mingling and CR buidling, and will not include significant plot interaction. character statuses character profiles private conversations

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[alittlemaster]

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A game. [With the deck of cards, Ciel climbs the steps into the ring.] Unless you don't want to "play with a child." [Which seems like something Bigby would say to him.] Get in.

[While he waits, Ciel removes the forty-two cards from the box, then drops the box off to the side and out of the way. He inspects the cards, though there's no particular reason for it, and then he shuffles them with similar intent.] We'll play a game.

To start, I'll throw the first twenty-six cards to see if I can hit your chest or your neck or your head. You can block them if you're fast enough. The other twenty-six, you'll have to dodge completely.

We'll see who is faster.

[puffing]

... I really don't, but...

[ that damned curiosity of his. Bigby squints suspiciously at Ciel as he practically walks underneath the ropes from how small he is. against better judgement, he enters the ring slowly, watching the younger boy remove the cards and begin to explain the game.

said squinting intensifies immediately. ]

You want to throw fifty-two cards at me. ―To see if I'm able to dodge them. ―In a ring surrounded by a running track.

Stop me if I'm getting nowhere.

[alittlemaster]

You can't leave the ring. [Duh, Bigby. That stipulation should have been apparent!] If you exit the ring, you forfeit. Just like a fight. [Should thirteen year old boys be privy to the way underground fighting rings work? Probably not, but VICTORIANS.]

Are you worried you may lose?

[puffing]

... No, I was just curious as to why we aren't having a race.

[ hence why he was talking about the running track. duh, Ciel!! ]

And you win if you get at least one to hit my upper face, I take it?