62 | day one

day one

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.

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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
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[ Judy may be contacted through any of the provided terminals. ]

[ If you go to look at the commissary terminal today, you may notice a new option instead of it booting straight to the request form: ]

> USER PROFILES

[ That's pretty interesting, isn't it? If you choose that option, you'll get a list of familiar names, and checking out each might yield interesting results.

Any terminal in the facility now includes the option to look at the IC profiles. ]

Edited 2016-10-03 14:58 (UTC)

october 3

[ bored out of her skull, shijima checks the commissary machine in the morning and promptly acquires "knitting yarn". it's...not the same as playing with it while she's in her usual form...so, she ends up seated on the edge of the fountain as she was the other day, sprawled on her back, with yarn tangled between her hands as she plays a complex game of cat's cradle. she actually seems capable of making several designs with the yarn. a cup and saucer, a witch's broom, a star...

eventually she gives up and just allows the mess of yarn to keep entangling her fingers, though. ]

...What?

[ as friendly as ever...it appears she's still wearing the same dress as she was a the start, albeit freshly laundered. also, she has not been brushing her hair at all. oops. ]

[ or wildcard it up/message me for a scenario. if you want to have shijima's profile to talk to her about it is here and suitably weird. she will most often be found at the fountain, in room 7 on the bed, or loitering around the kitchen waiting to see if anyone will cook her things. ]

October 3

[Well this is new! Profiles. Dojima's is all the way down, the very last one, and he reads it with a sardonic smile]

Being stubborn...I guess they're right about that.

[Even if it's not a flattering thing, Dojima can't say it isn't correct. Besides, he has a lot of other profiles to read, and...and...what the hell is wrong here? There are so many profiles with oddities Dojima isn't sure where to be baffled at!]

This can't be all accurate. There has to be some sort of mistake in many of these.

October 4

[Dojima had checked the gym before and hadn't found anything that could help, but since he's here, well, why not to give some stuff here a try? He's no Hercules, but he's strong enough to use the gym equipment at respectable weights and difficulties, although...judging by the way he's straining, looks like he doesn't exercise that often.

Feel free to interrupt him if you wish]

october 3

[she loiters near the profiles for a while, reading each one carefully. she doesn't pay much attention to hers besides skimming it quickly, with a small frown. it is... frustrating, to have parts of this information publicly available, so she doesn't want to focus on it herself. instead, if she sees someone nearby, she'll look towards them and gesture towards their profile.]

Is this you?

october 4

[her exploration continues today, and it brings her to the recreation room. she looks at all the games, thoughtful, and glances towards anyone who happens to be in the room with her.]

Do you know how to play?

Edited 2016-10-03 18:54 (UTC)

october 3rd
[ This figures.

Spend your life as some weird experiment, keep being one. Elizabeth feels angry and it's obvious as such as her fists ball against the terminal. Age, features, skills? She wants to rip the damn monitor from its stand in anger. Someone hd done their research. Someone knows about her. Someone has invaded her privacy and worse - trapped her once more.

The line about running in high heels was the icing on the cake.

If you get a chance to look at the profile cards, Elizabeth is storming away out of anger. ]

Need to get out, now.

[ She says to no one but herself, but feel free to tag along. ]

October 3

[Ciel is in the gym, but he's not doing very gym-ly things because he's too much of a nerd. Things are being routinely inspected, however: weights, bars, the ring and its lack of gloves.

No one is probably going to be able to convince him to exercise. Once a fattydingdongs, always a fattydingdongs.]

October 4, Commissary

[If you're at the commissary and taking forever, Ciel, behind you, gives you get a curt:] Hurry up.

October 5

[In the bathroom, he's investigating the damaged door to one of the shower stalls, seeming rather disgruntled. He can't believe he's housed up with a bunch of savages. It hasn't been but a few days, and already a door has been wrecked.

GOD!! is pretty much the look on his face.]

october 3rd (commissary)

Oh, no, no, no...this is bad...this is really very bad...

[Someone seems to not be so happy over the profiles that have been uploaded to the commissary, and that someone is none other than Alfendi Layton, who is just shaking his head in disbelief like he refuses to believe what he's seeing. Hearing someone come in, he turns to them, gesturing to the offending thing blazing brightly on the screen.]

...They just didn't get my nose right! It's not that big...right?

[...Apparently this part is of more concern than "finding creative ways to threaten you and your tongue".]

october 4th (recreation room)

[Alfendi is a bored man - there doesn't seem to be anything intellectually exciting going on (besides looking over the profiles ad nauseam, he finds those interesting) - so he has taken up temporary residence in the recreation room to find some form of entertainment.]

[That form of entertainment just seems to be sitting in a chair he's brought up to the edge of the pool table, using his hand to roll balls over to try to get into the pockets on the opposite side.]

[He does this a few times, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand - if he notices someone nearby, he'll glance over, letting out a sigh.]

I've been thinking...I wonder if we'll ever get used to living here? Could it ever happen?

october 3rd-6th

[Alfendi can be found mostly in the cafeteria, the promenade by the fountain, or in the recreation room, just always looking somewhat bored - you can talk to him about his somewhat strange profile if you wish!]

commissary;

[well, alvin was going to request something from the commissary—but the curiosity gets the better of him when he sees the new option and has to take a look at the profiles. partially to see what kind of information it reveals about him, and partially to see what it reveals about everyone else. needless to say "betraying everyone he's ever known" doesn't exactly sit well with alvin, and he'll be looking (almost) downtrodden, letting out a bitter laugh as he turns away from it.]

Someone's really not pulling their punches here. [that's probably the one thing he could have done without having revealed. either way? whatever he came to request isn't on his mind now.]

recreation room;

[a game of pool doesn't seem too bad of an idea, though playing alone isn't that appealing. he considers asking someone if they're up for a game, but what he notices even before that—]

First one of the bathroom stalls, now the pool cues? I guess a couple of people around here really do need to tone down the temper tantrums. [stop breaking shit guys, it hasn't even been a week?]

wildcard;

[alvin will be around—sometimes in his apartment, more often in the recreation room, though later in the sauna and the bar/lounge. accosting him just to chat is fine, or if they want to inquire about his profile, they're welcome to. feel free to make up a scenario or prod me elsewhere to plot something out!]

Edited 2016-10-03 22:34 (UTC)

community bathroom - morning

[Because someone (she doesn't know who, but it's definitely a someone) broke a bathroom stall, Veronica is going to be fixing it in the morning. The screwdriver she requested came in, and that plus duct tape should make sure the hinges are kept in order.

However it's going to take some time, so hope you didn't intend on wanting privacy in the morning! Veronica isn't the type to step aside, or care about people's need for space.]

rec room - noon

[Three out of four pool cues are broken. Joy.

Much like the bathroom, Veronica is going to be fixing up the sticks with some glue and duct tape jury rigging. However it isn't quite coming out as sturdy as she wants.

If only we had a stronger type of glue... can't believe some idiots went and broke it.

gym

[She has no idea about the mindset of these kidnappers, but she's not going to snub a perfectly functional gym. It looks impressively new and it's been a while since she's had the proper chance to work out.

Consider this a general catch-all for gym activities. Be it running, lifting weights, or bare knuckle boxing, Veronica will be here at various times of the day to get buff and request random people to spar with her (only if it'd be a fair fight though - sorry kids.)]

wildcard

[If you want to make a prompt, or plot something with me, feel free to PM this account!]

Edited 2016-10-03 22:44 (UTC)

rec room

[ If you happen to come by the rec room late in the morning, you'll see someone who has totally been here the whole time ssssh I totally didn't drown myself in tags. But. There's a young woman idly checking out the jukebox, though when someone walks in, she'll at least look back their way. Her gaze is probably more intense than you'd expect, since her eyes are a very vivid, intense shade of blue, but it's also just a bit uncomfortable. Her stare lingers a bit longer than maybe it should, but her smile is much warmer before she ends up looking back to the jukebox. ]

Ah, you might know... These play music, isn't that right?

[ She knows they do, but she still asks all the same. Her smile reaches to her eyes when she looks back your way again, since it seems like she's pretty happy about having this conversation, perhaps oddly enough. ]

Do you think it has opera? It probably doesn't sound very good, but it's at least better than how quiet it is. Right?

MORNING → CAFETERIA.

[ mornings have been particularly rough for Bigby already (and everyone else, he can only assume), but he wasn't going to waste time trying to sleep on a couch in a cramped room. there's no doubt that there were bags under his eyes if anyone bothered to look at the table that he had been sitting alone at with a tray of processed food. he wasn't eager scarfing his "breakfast" down, either, namely because it... well, it tasted like shit.

he was instead enjoying his morning time smoke, which is not even slightly different from one of the other two dozen breaks he takes in a day for his bad habit. toting around the trusty ashtray he had gotten from the commissary, Bigby started losing himself to a daydream while he stared blankly at the mush this facility called food. feel free to snap him out of it and join him, if you'd like. ]

MIDDAY → COMMISSARY.

[ the new profiles were enough to make him grind his teeth to the point of discomfort. it's knowledge that is bittersweet ― more intel on everyone else, but at the cost of his being put on blast. Bigby's not particularly alarmed; it doesn't go into detail about how he literally moonlights as a wolf, and that was a relief. the fact that his age is listed as unknown, however... he didn't see many people with the same listed.

he's just about to sigh and walk away, to resist the urge to beat the terminal in, when he notices the skills section. ]

How the fuck is chain smoking considered a skill? High stamina? Jesus.

[ not even going to get into the ~~yiffing~~ part. that's... hopefully not seen to anyone. ]

AFTERNOON → GYMNASIUM.

[ it was probably on purpose that the gym mysteriously reveals itself the same day everyone finds out the place has gathered extensive details on them. regardless of the conversations he has with others involving the profiles, he was in great need of hitting something and was surprisingly pleased to find out there was a room that provided an opportunity to do so.

even if he thought it was stupid to offer punching bags with no boxing gloves, that's where you'll find Bigby. he doesn't care about risking a few bruised knuckles. not when they were still healing from vandalizing bathroom stalls. with his sleeves rolled up, anyone currently in the gym will see the imposing man wailing on the grain-filled bag for what seems like a handful of minutes already. he was hitting it hard enough to send it swinging back, so he could maybe use someone to keep it still. if you're not terrified of being hit in the process, anyway. ]

Edited 2016-10-04 03:19 (UTC)

early afternoon; commissary

[ Tiptoeing as if not to disturb anyone, all Minatsuki wants is some food and water (mostly for her flowers on the latter). She's not against canned food, but she also wondered if she could ask for something better. After all, she's pretty sure she's seen a little boy with velvet cake...

She only wants to do it when she's alone, however, so if you're there in front of her in line... or even behind her, she'll insist that she doesn't need anything. Nothing at all! Woes of being shy and not wanting to make a fool of yourself. She doesn't want to end up taking too long and disturbing anyone either, okay!! ]

U-Um... you can go ahead. [ She's been here for what feels like forever. ]

afternoon; recreation room

[ Minatsuki is in the recreation room for the rest of her time, only because it seems to be the more lively ones. The pot of flowers that came with her is placed on the table, and she's watering them with care. ]

I hope you can still grow beautifully, even here...

[ It's a shame they can't grow food or something... but it depends on how long they'll be here. Hopefully not long. ]

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