DAY THREE

[judgejudy]

DAY 3 Complex Population: 33 It's 8AM, and you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always. There's breakfast avaliable in the cafeteria if you want it, as well as meals from 11AM-12PM and 7PM-8PM, but otherwise? The day is yours. Take your time to explore the complex, relax, and enjoy each others' company, as who knows what the next day has in store? Though as you explore, you may notice that there's a new door unlocked and a new place for you to spend the day. There's a workshop and tinkering lab that you can now access. It includes everything from power tools to more terminals (so no need to crowd around the commissary terminal to chat with Judy anymore). As tempting as all these tools may be, they cannot be removed from the lab. Only completed projects may be taken out of the lab. That said, it seems like someone may have already been here, as there's blood smeared on one of the terminal's keyboards. Also, anyone taking a stroll by the fountain this morning may notice something floating in the water: a boy's severed foot. — This post is for the first day as defined in the schedule. This post is for general mingling and CR buidling, and will not include significant plot interaction. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles private conversations graveyard

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[betraitor]

[abso...lutely...

it's fine, alvin isn't even bothered in the least by her response.]

Well, it's not like it wouldn't be deserved. The staff's the one asking for real trouble here if their covers get blown. [alvin's absolutely sure someone will kill them, or at the very least, restrain the shit out of them so they can't do anything but give answers.]

[daturah]

Oh, that should be fun! [Now to resist giving everyone a funny nickname, instead.

She actually does a decent job, with full names, even, only struggling at the more complicated ones.]

I wish more people had a name as easy as yours.

[daturah]

What a pessimistic point of view.

[She moves the food around a bit, before taking her own advice and resuming her breakfast, as bland as it is.]

But you're not wrong. I wish I could tell you that you were for sure.

[daturah]

I'm sure you'd be able to make more friends that way. Although that might be hard if you're standing all the way over there. You don't find me scary, do you?

[daturah]

[Her arms are getting tired, but she shifts the tray around rather than put an end to the conversation. It's the most interesting thing she's heard all day. Even if the day's just started.]

Would it really be a waste if they were intent on disposing than all of us?

[onepunchgirl]

Oh, sorry. I kinda forgot people here don't come from the same time period I do. [She shrugs.] We don't really have pizza where I come from.

[proof that fallout world is the worst world tbh.]

[onepunchgirl]

Teenagers aren't really kids. At least, that's how I see it. Back home, most people put a gun in the hands of a twelve year old and start teaching them how to survive. ...That sounds like more of a bummer aloud than it did in my head.

[SHRUG that's basically the life of anyone out in the wasteland. Brotherhood or not, you need to learn how to use a gun if you intend to live long.]

I guess I'm just wondering what her involvement was, and why she would kill him? Was she put up to it? Did she have some motive that we'll never know? I wouldn't be surprised if the people running this facility killed him, but if it really was her...then why?

We shouldn't be against each other. It's wrong.

[adlucem]

Just in time to get killed, right?

[It's mostly a rhetorical question, but. They have no idea who killed Charles or why, so hey, maybe he's onto something. He'll keep this in mind, though.]

Thank you, Miss Judy.

[adlucem]

[That's-- an interesting question, actually. Leo tilts his head as he considers, figuring out how to put his thoughts in order.]

It's weird not having him around bothering me. [He settles on. He's been Elliot's servant for two years, yes, but that doesn't mean he acts like one.] It's unusually quiet without him.

[It helps that the voices in his head have gone silent, too. He's learned to block them out over the years, but it's never been this quiet. Whatever happened to alter his memories must've affected them too.]

[adlucem]

I really don't know. That's what I'd like to find out.

[As for the distractions... Leo just thinks that's a testament to human nature, but. It's not like he has anything better to suggest.]

Have you spoken to our detective friend? He seems like our best chance at finding anything useful.

[estimated]

Oh, a detective! So that means all of this investigation stuff is pretty familiar to you, isn't it?

[ that's certainly a useful skill, given their situation; dazai makes a mental note of it. but he also opts not to ask for elaboration on that lengthy case — because solving cases is a detective's pride... or something of the sort, and he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable. ]

Maybe... you were working so hard on that case that you subconsciously wanted to rest? [ it's out there, and not too good of a guess, but he's trying. ]

Honestly, I'm surprised you even remembered what you were doing before you came here. As for me, I can't recall anything.

[estimated]

[ where has alfendi's chill gone... but regardless of his response, dazai continues on in his normal tone, as if nothing is wrong — because insults tend to roll right off of him. whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, though, is debatable. ]

No, not at all! When it comes to this, I'm extremely thorough. I've tried nearly everything out there, even the really weird methods — like hitting my head on hard tofu. Do you know how hard that tofu was to make?

It was delicious afterwards, though.

[estimated]

[ in hindsight, that's pretty sound logic... or so thinks the guy that doesn't favor any main weapon in particular. but he follows the direction that she points in — only to find himself looking at the terminals. to him, they aren't so strange, but they seem a little... outdated, somehow. ]

What's magitechnology? Does that have anything to do with computers?

[ because that's what those terminals remind him of, actually. ]

[modissty]

I think that at this point, I'd prefer nothing more than to be told that I'm wrong... Or to be proven wrong - that would be even better.

[He follows her example after a pause and opens up the cereal bag, reaching in for a few pieces.]

[modissty]

[The odd fantasylandman out...]

May I ask where you come from?

there's no fighting it

[unnames]

[He's from like the 1800s, this is all weird and strange to him.]

So... you can make things here. Anything useful, though?

[Focuses on the most important part!!]

[selfsufficiency]

That's for sure. How long do they expect to be able to get away with it?

[If there's anything Alice hates, it's someone else trying to define how she lives her life. The staff members are part of an organization that snatched her up and away from the things she was doing, and now they're more or less trying to control everyone here through fear of getting killed.

Screw that, she thinks. If she's going to do anything, it's going to be on her own terms.]

[selfsufficiency]

Developing the voting system and building and setting up that room had to take a lot of time and money.

[Alice shrugs again.]

They have to use it more than once to get their money's worth, if nothing else. It's just a matter of when it's going to happen.

[selfsufficiency]

...I know that feeling.

[She has to admit it's also weird not having Decus around bothering her - even if she doesn't miss the smell of his cologne at all.]

Well, if it ever gets too quiet, and if you ever get bored not having anyone to serve, you can be my servant while we're here. I'll be sure to be nice and loud while ordering you around.

[Alice grins. Is she joking? ...yes, actually, but she also wouldn't say no if he took her up on it.]

[selfsufficiency]

Technology powered by mana, of course.

[Of course, she says, like it's a totally normal thing... to be fair, where she comes from it is.]

Those terminals look like some of the input devices people used for things back home. A little primitive, but... the same general concept, I think.

[selfsufficiency]

I'm from Palmacosta - a city in Sylvarant.

[Half true. She is from Sylvarant, but she's not from Palmacosta... The last couple of days have taught Alice that there's probably no need for the lie, since nobody here seems to know what Sylvarant even is, but she's going to stick to it so nobody can call her out.]

...you probably haven't heard of it before. Nobody here seems to have.

[liven]

Ugh...throw it back, I guess. How are we meant to deal with this?

[ SHIJIMA DON'T ENCOURAGE IT... ]

It looks like it was cut with power tools or something like that.

[selfsufficiency]

[THROWS IT BACK IN. Fuck this, she doesn't want to take responsibility for the foot.]

...huh. Well... I guess we know where they did the cutting, then.

[adlucem]

[Leo actually laughs at that. This is why he likes you best, Alice.]

I don't know, you'd have to offer me something pretty good in exchange. [Is that what happened? Did Elliot bribe him?]

[liven]

I doubt we'd find anything if we investigated there, however...they seem to be mostly tidy about things.