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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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[Whoever did this is going to have their tongues dealt with, that's for sure!]
Is that so? "Entertained"? [He lets out a laugh, a wide grin curving along his face.] And what else "entertains" you, I wonder?
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[Including everyone's reactions to the death of a child, apparently. To be totally fair, there's been significantly less shrieking and crying than she's used to. This place really is full of interesting people...]
But being stuck here isn't one of them.
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[Where's the action?? The need to get out? Ugh, people are just so passive, he hates that.]
Has anyone made any progress?
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[She makes a face, wrinkling her nose.]
We're locked up tight. If you think you'd have better luck beating the doors down, you're welcome to try.
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[A sudden wave of nausea hits him - he lets out a cough, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.]
Ergh...I will do it, I'll find the person who messed with my head like this, and I'll ruin them, you know? I'll ruin...
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[His straight posture instantly worsens, his shoulders hunching over, and the sudden fury in his eyes is just...gone. Only a very tired look remains - Alfendi blinks in surprise, like he's been startled out of a sudden daydream.]
...Oh...oh dear, what happened? [He looks down at Alice with a slight double-take, like she's just appeared out of thin air.]
Oh, Alice, hello there. [He says, his eyebrows furrowing together.] I...goodness, did I just faint for a minute, there?
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Alice will have to think back over their conversations to try and figure out what might have prompted the change - for now, though, she's just going to see how this goes. She can't help but wonder if perhaps he just has much more extensive memory problems than the rest of them...
But, no. He says her name, and she smiles. So it's not that.
How interesting...]
You were pretty out of it, yeah. How are you feeling?
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[You could say THAT again.]
How long was I out for?
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Hmm... just a couple of minutes.
[Not very long, in the grand scheme of things - but long enough to make her intrigued.]
Have you always had problems with passing out?
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[And yet he's standing?? Weird.]
Erm...no, not that I can think of? [He shakes his head.] I'm hardly some paragon of health, but fainting and blacking out isn't something that's happened before.
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[He's standing, therefore he's okay.]
Maybe it has something to do with the people who brought us here, then. You might want to ask Judy about it.
[A pause.]
...probably after we figure out what happened with the kid, though.
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[An uncomfortable look crosses his face, and he doesn't finish his sentence.]
Anyways, yes, we do need to figure out who and what's behind this whole morbid affair. But we're quite in a pickle, with no way to get down...