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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[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.]

[alittlemaster]

[For a moment or two, Ciel doesn't answer, but he does scrutinize the man in the reflection of the glass.] Not personally.

He had been assigned to our apartment.

[toyotamane]

Yeah? Then you knew him better than most of us did.

[Nothing out of the ordinary to see with this guy, Ciel. He sure is smoking though. Enjoy that secondhand.]

Any reason someone would want him dead that you can think of?

[Was he a pain in the ass? Did he look at someone funny? The possibilities are endless.]

[alittlemaster]

[UGH!! Ciel is just going to... start easing slightly away, face bunched. HE HAS FUCKING ASTHMA.] How do I know? I didn't follow him around. [Excuse him while he puts a HAND over his MOUTH and NOSE while lightly coughing.]

Get away from me if you're going to smoke. I can't breathe.

[toyotamane]

[Asthma is a myth!! Dickson watches Ciel move away, raising an eyebrow.]

Yeah? So he liked to wander. That would do it, if he was snooping somewhere he shouldn't.

[Casually taps some ash onto the floor!!]

And I'm pretty cozy where I am. Besides, you're still talking.

[And thus, still breathing.]

[alittlemaster]

[??????????????????]

It's disgusting. [DON'T DROP ASHES ON THE FLOOR, WHAT THE HELL. Ciel's face is twisted in both anger and a grimace. He fans the air in front of his face.] I'm leaving unless you put that thing out. [He seriously can't breathe, Dickson!

Look! His eye is even starting to water!]

[toyotamane]

Good, you shouldn't be sticking your nose in this anyway.

[Yeah that's right, he's treating you Like a Kid, Ciel.]

Unless you just make a habit out of staring at corpses. Go get some fresh air, would ya?

[Roam among the fake plants, or something.]

[alittlemaster]

[Oh my God. He's so done. Absolutely. 100% done.] What?

You don't get to tell me what to do. Someone was murdered, someone assigned to my room, and I have a right to see it. [But the man's smoking is terrible if only because it makes his lungs constrict. It would be bad to have an attack here.

He'll just have to be patient to look then. With watery eyes and a hand over his mouth, he turns around and flees the vicinity of the second-hand smoke.]

[toyotamane]

That didn't seem to matter too much a minute ago.

[Dickson huffs at that. And keeps on puffing away until Ciel bails.

Amazing. He bullied a kid away from this spot with his smoking habit.

For some reason, it's not as satisfying as it could be. Ah, well. No sense letting a kid moon over a dead body, right?]

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. ♡

[alittlemaster]

[In the glass, Ciel's eyes narrow on Alice. Slowly, he turns halfway around toward her.]

Did you have something to do with this?

[selfsufficiency]

What kind of a question is that?

[Alice shrugs lightly.]

I haven't known him long enough to want him dead.

[alittlemaster]

[Again, his eye narrows.] You know what I'm talking about, so don't play stupid.

The only variable different was you were in our room.

[selfsufficiency]

I was only in your room long enough to look around. Didn't the other Alice join you later that night?

[She meets his gaze coolly.]

So... which of you ended up with the bed, I wonder? Did he - [Her gaze flicks to Charles.] - want it?

[alittlemaster]

[Ciel follows Alice's eyes toward the glass, toward Charles, and then he slowly looks back. His lips pull into a frown.]

I took the couch.

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--

[alittlemaster]

I said to get out of the way. [But Ciel is not going to shove or push? It may seem polite, but really he just doesn't want to touch other people he doesn't know. (They may have cooties.)]

Move. [It's less Alice? is now in the way and more there is a sympathetic shock to Alice?'s face. At the window, Ciel's expression grows dark. The scene is an absolute mess. Brutal, not a clean kill. Missing a foot--and the monitor that goes with it.]

You shouldn't look if you can't stomach it.

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. ]

[alittlemaster]

[The only reason he stops is because Steve gets directly in his face. Unfazed, Ciel stares the other boy down (up??).] I said get out of my way.

What happened?