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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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!]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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?]