62 | DAY TWO (morning)

DAY TWO (morning)

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.

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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.

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[ 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. ]

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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!

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.]

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?

Edited 2016-10-07 22:47 (UTC)

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?

Edited 2016-10-07 23:05 (UTC)

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?

Edited 2016-10-07 23:16 (UTC)

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.

[ 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.

Edited 2016-10-08 03:05 (UTC)

[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?

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