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DAY TWO (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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[He blinks at the glass wall and the dead body behind it, then turns to Dickson, looking him up and down with very obvious suspicion.]
What the hell? What is...what's going on, here?
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[That's what he offers, still watching Alfendi when the guy...Dickson takes his hands out of his pockets, frown deepening. He returns that look, too. He's not the one acting strange here, after all.
What the hell, he says? What the hell yourself, Alfendi!]
Hey, easy does it. You're seeing it with your own eyes, aren't you?
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[Well, someone is in a bad mood. He backs away, but he suddenly feels the weight of the ankle monitor on his leg, and he stares down at it as if it hasn't been there for the last few days. He gestures to it, glaring over at Dickson like he's the one responsible for it.]
Who the hell put this on me?! I'm not some damn prisoner!
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Dickson scrunches his brows, standing his ground in the face of...whatever is happening.]
What's gotten into you? You lose your mind somewhere?
[He takes a step towards Alfendi.]
We've been here for days, kiddo! Get it together.
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[WHOAH THERE, ALFENDI]
I haven't been here for days, are you trying to pull my leg? I just woke up! [He takes another step back, brushing against the glass wall - he turns to it, doing a double-take when he sees the dead body - he presses his face against the glass to take a closer look.]
And there's someone's dead body down there... [He says, now distracted by it more than the strangeness of this entire situation. He seems a bit more calm now, at least, though he turns back to Dickson, his expression still hard with anger.] What is this place?
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[YOU WANNA GO, ALFENDI.
Alfendi, who has clearly lost a good handful of marbles and is freaking out in...the last way Dickson would expect at a murder. Would anyone expect this, really?
Dickson chews at his cigar as Alfendi distracts himself, the frazzled man drinking in the scenery like he really is genuinely seeing it for the first time.]
We're in the Complex. Nice place, no one knows how we got here, no one knows why we're here, and the best part? We can't leave.
[A thoughtful rumble.] Come to think of it, forgetfulness seems to be pretty common here.
[He's studying you with some interest now, sir. A man who forgot, or was perhaps, forced to forget?]
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[He says, in a low hiss - but
besides his own nosethere's nothing sharp enough to make good on his word, so he just has to resort to grumbling and making empty threats.]That so? How unfortunate. And terribly unhelpful. [He sneers - he doesn't like the sound of that. Trapped like a rat, in a unfamiliar place, with a weird monitor thing around his ankle? He hates it. Everything feels disorienting, and a part of him really wants this to be a dream that he can wake up from.]
[There's silence from him, before he points down at Charle's body below.]
Who's the perpetrator of this crime? You?
[LOOK, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE HE'S SEEN SO FAR]
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Alfendi seems to be having trouble getting his bearings too, and Dickson laughs at the accusation.]
Me? Yeah, sure, I brought you over to admire my handiwork. Because that's what murderers do, don't they?
[Scoff!]
How do we know it wasn't you, buddy? You come in here, act like you've never been here before. Good story, great cover up.
[Excuse him while he takes a big drag of his cigar.]
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[He chuckles to himself, like he's told himself a nice joke.]
Ah, I can almost hear your brains coming out your ears, that's how dumb of a statement that was. [Tch! He sniffs, his nose itching from the cigar smoke.] I've never seen this place before in my life, neither do I have any bloody idea as to who that is or who you are. Excuse me if I try to wrack my brains for the memories that simply aren't there, moron.
[He really does seem sincere in what he's saying, at least.]
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[Hmmm.
Dickson glances to the body again.]
Besides, we're all strangers here. That kid? Never met him personally. You? Happy to make your acquaintance.
[He waves a hand.]
I'm not actually accusing you, by the way. The moment you start pointing fingers, you're liable to get bit.
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[He shakes his head.]
Look, if you woke up with a dead body and only one other person there, and you know you, yourself, are no murderer, what would you think, hm? Why would I murder a boy I don't even know? [He folds his arms, letting out a huff.] But I guess you have some kind of point...are there any clues to this whole mess? Why are we standing here and not there?
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It doesn't matter if you don't fancy yourself a murderer. You'd kill someone to save your own hide, wouldn't ya? Anyone would.
[S h r u g.]
Funny thing too is, you were here before me. Standing and quiverin' like a leaf. Thought you might be sick.
[A grunt.]
And we're here because there ain't a way to get over there. Far as I know, anyway. Probably for the best, if everyone's as jumpy as you are.
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I...excuse me? [He gives Dickson a strange look, like he's talking in another language and he can't quite understand him.] I woke up here, but I wasn't "quivering". I don't "quiver".
[He's no wimp!!]
What, you all haven't even found a way down there? How in the world are you even going to find the culprit? Just stare from afar and assume things like complete morons?
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[No such thing as fear right?!
Just freak outs apparently. That's...normal.]
You're in a big rush to figure things out when you don't even got your head screwed on straight. Why not take a nap and let the big boys handle it?
[Go to bed, Alfendi.]
he came out to have a good time and he feels so attacked right now
[He snarls at that insult - he is an adult, thank you very much!]
Say that to yourself. Go take a nap, you worm. It's obviously you have nothing worthwhile to contribute to the world!
but being attacked is fun ALSO WALKS AWAY FROM ALFENDI IN TWO THREADS
[Thumps his chest, where his heart should be, and is if we're physically speaking.]
A nap ain't a bad idea though.
[Followed by a laugh. BUT THAT'S FOR LATER. First, a dead body. Have to admire that, soooomewhere over here, because this guy is acting weird for no reason??]