DAY TWO (morning)

[judgejudy]

DAY 2 (morning) Complex Population: 34 It's 8AM, and rather than waking naturally, you awake to the sound of an odd tone ringing through the intercom. As you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always, Judy's voice speaks up a few moments after. "A death has occurred. Safety Protocol 6227-A is now in effect. Protocol now available on Complex terminals." That ominous message might prompt you to leave your room more quickly. You can check out the terminal, where a new file is available, but as you head into the atrium, you might notice something else. The viewing stage is open. It seems that someone was busy during the night. — This post is for the second day as defined in the schedule. This post is for investigation and general mingling before the trial that takes place in the afternoon IC. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles private conversations graveyard

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[judgejudy]

[ The Viewing Stage is open, but there's not that much to investigate. The overhead door hides a small stage where you can look through a glass wall. Half a landing down, there's an odd, labratory-like room. You can see doors on the left and right sides of the room, and the right side seems to have a two-way mirror.

However, you might notice the blood first.

There's a fair amount of it, looking like a trail across the floor, but at the end of it, there's a body, and nearby there's a nailbat.

Charles Fei-Ong has been killed. ]

—

OOC Note: Because of the location of this kill, characters will be limited to "investigating" only what they can see from the viewing stage, as the room on the other side isn't conventionlly accessible. If your character is taking a closer look at something or is talking to Judy, please note it in your comment's subject (i.e., "investigating" or "judy" will work), otherwise I'll be treating responses as general reactions.

However, as a reminder, this is a mafia-style murdergame where everyone's insane and the evidence doesn't matter. Less jokingly, evidence will be minimal at best for murders in this game, and is unlikely to point towards a killer. You'll have to figure out whodunnit in different ways!

investigating

[antietam]

[ Yes that blood sure is something. From his place at the viewing stage, he's going to try to examine how Charles's body is set up. What does it look like? Where has the nailbat been used? Yikes. ]

[becauseimacoward]

[Yikes, that's certainly a body. Dojima searches around for a way to go inside, horrified, but there's just no way in! What the hell?! Is he going to have to do his job from the outside? You know what, may as well do it.

Dojima has some experience with bodies, but not enough to be able to see that much from this distance. Hmmmm...that's why he looks around, trying to see any non-obvious ways the victim and the culprit - or the corpse and nothing else - to be into that place. Are there vents, or suspicious points that may indicated hidden entrances?]

investigating

[injectors]

[The body is gross and Angel has definitely seen nastier scenes before, but it doesn't stop her from scrunching her nose in disgust once she catches sight of the missing foot. Did... someone get the munchies for human meat? Is that why his foot is missing? It probably says a lot about Pandora that her first assumption upon noticing missing body parts is "cannibalism."

Oh, well.

Identifying the doors on both sides of the room, however, she steps out of the viewing stage after a moment's pause. There was only one door in the kitchen, so that's probably not it. The locked room across the cafeteria, though — is it possible to open it now? Probably not, but she'll try even if it's a moot point. Also... regardless of that, does it look like the door was opened or tampered with lately? Or are there any obvious stains of blood or markings/scratches in the general area?]

talking to judy

[selfdenying]

[Sometime later, when he's not having a mental breakdown, Alfendi makes his way to the terminal. Judy should be able to provide some answers, right?]

Judy, do you mind telling me what that room was? Where we found the dead body?

talking to judy!

[selfsufficiency]

[Alice goes straight to the person most likely to have information - meaning Judy, of course. She'll talk to the others once she's finished here.]

how long has he been dead?
can you tell us that?

talking to judy

[adlucem]

[First and foremost, Leo has one very important question.]

does this mean we can leave now

[newlugers]

hey judy time to give me my guns back now

talking to judy

[puffing]

So.
What's stopping us all from agreeing to abstain so that we can complete an investigation on our own time?
Seven hours in a courtroom with little evidence isn't enough to justify voting someone as guilty.

talking to judy!

[karachan]

[ back at it at the krispy kreme

Since Ookurikara is technologically challenged, he's going to try and talk into the terminal otherwise they'll be here all day with his attempts at typing. Just in case that doesn't work, he has brought along The Local Mitsutada to type for him if need be. First and foremost, he wants to ask one (1) thing. ] How do these ankle monitors work...exactly?

Or how are they monitoring us in the first place or whatever. [ A+ for effort. ]

[alittlemaster]

look how curtis died

[Too many people are fighting over looking at the terminals, so, for now, Ciel foregoes getting into a shoving match for one. Instead, he's on his way toward the viewing stage, and he's not particularly nice.]

Get out of my way.

man i'm dead

[It's been at least ten minutes, and Ciel is still at the window peering into the laboratory, face expressionless though eyes distance in thought. Occasionally, his brows will scrunch together, or his jaw will harden. If you pass into range, his eye will flick across the reflection in the glass to pin you with a solid, humorless glance.]

man he's dead

[toyotamane]

You didn't happen to know him, did ya?

[He arrives, the old man here to interrupt your brooding.

For all that the young adults here are "kids", for an actual kid to die...huh. Good way to leave an impression on everyone here, especially the little guys.]

man i'm dead

[selfsufficiency]

[Alice isn't laughing, but her expression is nowhere near as humorless as Ciel's is. Still, she comes to a stop when his gaze flicks across the reflection.]

Wow, you're not crying as much as I'd have expected from someone your age. ♡

look how choobles died

[unnames]

[Rude.

Alice? isn't very good with death, honestly, especially not the deaths of (perceived) children--so when Ciel has to tell him to buzz off, it's because he's standing there in shock.

So.

He only really mumbles a startled--]

What-- what are you even--

look how curtles died

[newlugers]

[ ok, so ciel is kind of an asshole, and so is steve... but steve is not enough of an asshole to let a kid get a full view of another kid with his face smashed in. He doesn't move. ]

Trust me, you don't want to see him. [ he looks fairly grim, himself, which is unusual. ]

[selfdenying]

initial discovery

Oh...oh no...who could have done this?

[Alfendi is standing at the glass wall, having wandered in here after the strange announcement - someone couldn't have been murdered, right? It seems ludicrous, and yet, the view tells him all he needs to know.]

[He looks like he's going to pass out. His blood seems to have rushed out of his face, and he's just staring through the window, one hand clutched to his chest, another trembling at his side. He speaks in a low murmur, his breath uneven:]

I-I don't feel so good...

[ooc: In this option, Alfendi is VERY LIKELY to switch to his Hyde-esque alter ego at this moment for a temporary time, just a heads up!]

sometime later

[Now that he's (more or less) collected himself, Alfendi can be found still hanging around the viewing stage, still looking a little out of it, but mostly stable. He shakes his head, his mouth creased down into a frown.]

I can't believe this happened... [He looks over at the person closest to him.] How did he even get into this place in the first place? It was closed off for everyone, wasn't it?

id

[toyotamane]

Maybe you shouldn't be lookin' if a dead body makes you queasy, fella.

[Says Dickson, hands jammed in his pockets, gnawing on a cigar. Someone is dead, for what reason no one can say yet. Hell, if there even is a reason.

This place isn't just inconvenient and stifling now, no, it's dangerous. If not just because of a killer among them, then the people who are gonna panic like this guy here.]

Unless you wanna puke. I don't blame ya.

sometime later

[injectors]

It was.

[And boy, does it trouble her. She's been thinking about it out since the "investigation" started, though it could hardly be called one. They can't even get close to the corpse.]

I checked the door — the one across the cafeteria. I didn't see any signs of tampering or brute force.

initial discovery

[selfsufficiency]

Looks like someone was having a temper tantrum. ♡

[If the state of Charles's body is any indication, anyway... Alice comes to peer through the window, her eyes resting on the corpse for a few moments before she turns her attention to Alfendi.]

Aww, do you get a weak stomach around blood?

initial discovery

[turinged]

[she looks as horrified as he does, though she's much less vocal in her reaction - still, she looks towards him with concern as he clutches his chest, talking a step towards him.]

Do you need a doctor?

[chiseler]

Initial body discovery

[Huh. That sure is a dead body. He's leaning against the glass of the viewing window and his expression is twisted into something that's half-fascinated and half-horrified. His eyes dart back and forth between the body and the bat, trying to work out what he's seeing before he shakes his head.]

Brutal, man…[He pushes himself away and turns to the closest person.] Who would go after a kid like that?

Later at the terminal

[He's reviewing the file, eyebrows lifting higher and higher as he reads. It's taking him a little longer than it should to read all of the words and he's occasionally mouthing out words. Finally though he leans back enough to give another quizzical stare to the terminal.]

Anybody else bothered by the fact they were prepared for something like this to happen?

[betraitor]

"Prepared" kind of feels like an understatement.

[alvin's standing off to the side with his gaze averted. this is entirely too convenient, isn't it?]

[tearable]

discovery
[ Elizabeth had surveyed the scene a bit, noting a few things like the impact of his head and neck (missing the foot) and the nailbat. She excused herself, to go and find the nearest terminal.

If someone did this, there would need to be a connection and the first thing she did was look at the profile cards for any weaponry that matched.

No luck.

It takes her around 30/40 minutes to really stand at the glass once more, to return and muse to herself with the gaggle of people. She gets a really odd feeling, a flash back seeing the two-way mirrors back in her tower. She twitches only slightly, looking away for a brief moment before forcing herself to look further. She'll speak out to anyone near her: ]

Where did they get the weapon - the commissary...?

[ That's the only thing she could think of. ]


1 hour later
[ Elizabeth is returning shortly after. In her hands is a camera - she's not sure how it works but, she'll get use to it. If people were able to get into the room, she'll just stay silent to herself and take pictures of the scene (with some user error because lol) including the body.

However, if the room is still inaccessible, Elizabeth holds the camera in her grasp with a dissatisfied look. She doesn't particularly care, but if there's a killer in here, they need to document this. The stupid handbook was a slap to the face and unfortunately, this was all she could do to help, even if she would rather be anywhere else but here. ]

Is there anything heavy we can use to break the glass and get in there?

discovery

[injectors]

[It is also the first thing Angel can think of, because she's nodding in agreement. There is a lot about the situation that bothers her, but with no way to get close to the body for now, they might as well try to sort out the details.]

There was a "baseball bat" among the commissary items the day we arrived. I don't believe there were nails, but perhaps — someone requested the weapon and modified it themselves.

[She remembers spotting it once she examined the machine like a normal human being. There weren't any nails on the list, though. Where could they have gotten those from?]

[puffing]

WAKING UP → APARTMENT #7.

[ eight o'clock in the morning rears its ugly head around the corner and Bigby is woken up in a way that jars him. what the hell kind of noise did he just hear through the intercom? it made the hair on the back of his neck and arms stand, and before Judy's voice passed on the bad news, he was already expecting the worst. it was only a matter of time.

when he properly digests the words, however, he's pulling himself from the couch and sitting on the edge, taking a look at his roommates to make sure they were all there and not missing or lying on the floor dead. ]

A death. I heard that right, yeah? Of fucking course there's a death.

DISCOVERY → VIEWING ROOM.

[ it didn't take long for Bigby to get to where all the commotion was. with his tie still hanging off his shoulders and his shirt half-buttoned, it was clear he didn't take a lot of time in getting dressed. not when the first eventful thing since waking up here has occurred. if only it was for better reasons. one good look through the glass separating the group from the dead body and that was all it took to have him scowling. anyone that's gotten to know him may expect him to try and break through immediately. it's the one time where it's justified after all.

Bigby isn't an idiot, however, and he can tell from a few taps of his finger that it was too thick to get through under conventional means. if he had his more... supernatural talents... that would be a different story. alas. he's certainly going to smoke a cigarette while he takes a look around his surroundings, all before resting his eyes on the motionless body of a young child. poor kid. ]

We need to get in there. Broken and battered as he may be, we need to confirm he's deceased. Anyone know his name? What apartment he was staying in?

AN HOUR LATER → COMMISSARY.

[ regardless of the murder investigation's results, Bigby wasn't going to stop there. he recalled hearing Judy talking about new information being available in the terminals and went to the one that he could first think of. the guidelines were digested with an incredible amount of skepticism, only equal to his frustration that this was actually happening right now.

it's the trial part that (understandably) has him worried. he studies as much as he can before taking a step away, and eventually asks questions to himself. feel free to try and answer or question along with him if you are nearby. ]

We're supposed to hold a trial and ― what, just guess who the fuck killed the kid? In the same day as the goddamn murder? And the trial is seven hours long. What are we expected to find out?

―This is bullshit.

discovery

[mitsubou]

His name was Charles and he was staying in apartment 2.

[That's what Mitsutada was told, at least, by Charles himself.]

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like we can get in easily... but we shouldn't just leave him in there either. Any ideas?

[newlugers]

[ yeah, of course there was a freaking death. He'd say it'd at least keep him from being bored, but 1. he has no means of self-defense, and 2. it's a kid down there, broken and bleeding on the floor of some laboratory.

An uncomfortably familiar setting for an unnatural death, really.

He doesn't linger long at the viewing station, storming away with a curse muttered under his breath. That said, he probably would have come back with that big stupid battleaxe to try and smash the glass later if it wasn't for the new file uploaded onto the computer for all to see. That gives him almost as much pause as the death itself. They were prepared for this.

After reading it over, he growls under his breath and turns away from the screen, slapping a hand on it dismissively. He talks to whoever's in the commissary -- whoever can hear him, really. ]

This is a setup. We can't vote. Crazy people like this - like Judy, or whoever? This is just a game to them. They want us to start fighting each other for kicks. Judy's probably the one who killed that kid, not any of us.

[antietam]

[ The outburst grabs Adam's attention. ]

Maybe. But not voting might make us end up the same way as that kid, if that's how Judy deals with things. Abstaining is a possibility but there's something about bugs in that system. [ He pauses. ] What are you going to do if it turns out that one of us did it?

[adlucem]

[Leo has thoughts.

This isn't the first death he's ever witnessed, even without certain significant memories, but it's certainly the most gruesome to date. It's hard to make out the look in his eyes, between the thick glasses and the long bangs, but there's no humor on the rest of his face, and his pallor is probably telling.

He doesn't stand and stare at the body very long--there are people here better equipped than he to deal with this sort of thing. First, he goes to Judy, in an attempt to confirm his suspicions about this place; which fails, of course. He sits in the atrium for a little while, staring into the fountain water; he'll respond if spoken to, but he won't call out, too deep in thought. Eventually, he makes it back to wherever there are the most people.

Eventually, when it seems like he won't be interrupting serious investigation work, he pipes up.]

Has anyone seen his companion?

[karachan]

[ Honestly, Ookurikara is probably one of The Last people one wants to be talking to when in that kind of state that Leo is currently in AND YET! Ookurikara is the one who response because he hasn't said anything else or talked to anyone else, just standing around for the most part and taking in what can be from the situation. Which is...not much. They can't get into the room to investigate so whatever they see is what they're all going to get. Are there any viable options for them even? Doubtful.

REGARDLESS. Ookurikara acknowledges Leo's presence with the slightest glance towards him, head tilting towards his general direction too. ] You mean he had one? [ NEWS TO HIM but then again he's barely gotten around to learning anyone's faces, names, let alone possible friends from Before they all came here. ]