62 | DAY THREE

DAY THREE

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.

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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.

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Technology Lab - Morning

[Well, somebody is already using the technology lab, and that someone is Alfendi Layton. He's staying away from all the dangerous-looking power tools, and he only has a few pieces of wood, some nails (one of which is held between his teeth as he works), and a hammer which he's using to put the pieces of wood together.]

[His project is a little sloppy (he's no handyman), but seems to be a little box of sorts, a little bigger than a shoe box but more square than rectangular in shape. It isn't completely sealed - the top is open. He pauses, leaning back and looking over his work, before shaking his head in obvious disappointment.]

Ah, no, something's missing...

Commissary - Afternoon

[There's mumbling coming from the commissary.]

[Enter, and you'll find Alfendi sort of hunched over the terminal, the scritch-scratch of a pen being heard as he writes swiftly in a notebook next to him. The mumbling is coming from him, of course, and more or less he's just reading out the information of the profiles to himself as he writes.]

[Noticing somebody has entered the room, he shoots a dirty glare over his shoulder - his hair is messier, almost covering his eyes.]

What do you want? Get lost.

[ooc: Alfendi's Hyde side is here in this prompt for all your Hyde needs]

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[ after yesterday, there's no doubt that everyone's a little more stressed. so he's just going to assume it's the stress that contributes to his snappy tone, which... ends up just rolling off of dazai, because he's the world's biggest fool that likes to ignore danger warnings. ]

Looks like someone didn't sleep too well last night.

[ he's just teasing, though! but he comes to a stop next to alfendi, peering over his shoulder. ]

What are you writing those down for?

Didn't I say "get lost", or is your brain leaking out of your ears?

[He looks like he's two seconds away from just letting Dazai have it, but he reconsiders, letting out an annoyed snort as he returns to writing. His handwriting is quick, aggressive.]

To better remember all of these people, of course. I don't know when's the next time I'll be able to see this stupid terminal.

[How odd, considering anyone can see the terminal at any time they want to.]

Nope! My brain's right where it is. [ after picking his ear to check, he's even going to hold up his finger to prove his point... which isn't necessary (and really gross, actually?) but, well. though, even if alfendi had been one second away from letting dazai have it, he would have remained as unflinching and as smiling as ever. ]

Oh! That's actually a great idea. You're onto something, mister...

[ and then dazai pauses, because he realizes that he doesn't know his name yet. ]

...Mister nose?

[ nailed it. ]

[Ohhhhhhhhhhh boy that is not something he's going to abide by easily. He actually stands up, his grip around the pen in his hands so tight that his knuckles are almost white.]

ALFENDI! It's Alfendi Layton, damn you, get it right before I stuff this pen down your throat!

[ OH... dazai's eyebrows raise just a little — but it's primarily because he finds alfendi's sudden display of anger to be interesting, more than anything else. ]

Alfendi Layton. Alfendi... Alfendi-kun?

[ he pronounces it once, to make sure that he's committed it to memory, distorts it just a little, and then nods firmly. ]

Choking on a pen, hmm... that's like choking to death, isn't it? That's a rather painful way to die, so no thank you.

What's a kun?

[He scoffs at that - at least he doesn't seem like he's going to heed what he says, but he's still kind of holding that pen like he's still considering just jabbing it into Dazai's skull.]

As if any other way isn't painful. What, you have it all planned out or something? That's the most idiotic thing I've ever heard.

[ at that, he just lets out a loud gasp, not entirely unlike a high schooler being told that her bag is so last year. ]

No way! You don't find it cute? Not even a bit? That's a shame... You'll just be Alfendi, then.

[ explaining it would be a little difficult, anyway. ]

Of course I do. I've read lots of books and tried out lots of methods, but as you can see... I'm still here. But, you know — is it more idiotic than wanting to live?

I don't find what's so cute about it. It's the opposite of "cute".

[He tilts his head back with a loud laugh at that, like Dazai told him a particularly good joke.]

"Is it more idiotic than wanting to live"...haha, what, trying to be all philosophical on me, huh? What a joke! If you've tried out so many methods, why haven't you succeeded yet? Are you just being extra picky?

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[Sakyou's no detective, but if something's missing, he's still ON THE CASE!!

Or he'll try to be, anyway. He takes a break from looking at whatever gadget he'd been trying to figure out, giving Alfendi a curious stare.]

Do you need help finding it?

[Whatever "it" is.]

Oh, well...hm.

[He looks a bit embarrassed all of a sudden, like he hadn't expected to get the other's attention at all, and he scratches his head sheepishly.]

It's hard to say. [A pause.] I'm trying to recreate something I sort of know but...well, I think I just realized just how difficult that is.

Ah... I see.

[A little nod! Does he really see?? KIND OF NOT but that's okay. If this guy is trying to recreate something, he's probably just having trouble remembering the exact details.]

Do you... have any sort of idea what sort of thing it is that you're missing, then? Even a little clue?

[It takes him a moment to think, but then he speaks up, taking the nail out of his mouth, finally, and putting it by the side of the box.]

It's a bit of a strange idea, bear with me. There's this...concept, of sorts. Like, I want to create a "room". And in that "room", if another murder occurs, you could use this "room" to arrange and replicate the scene of the crime on a smaller scale using props and such, sort of like a dollhouse. That way, you could see it through a different perspective, find things you missed at first glance...

[He sighs.]

Ah, I don't even know why I thought of it. It just seemed familiar, so I wanted to recreate it. It makes me feel more comfortable, though it sounds silly...

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I think that I understand what you want to do. It's because trying to investigate the scene of the crime yesterday was impossible, and so we could only view it from a limited angle... Correct?

[It makes sense to him, at least - enough that he doesn't think it's silly.

He doesn't exactly think it'll work either, but still.]

Yes, indeed. It's a way of compartmentalizing the situation and seeing exactly what's missing, and what we may have overlooked.

[He's a logical man, and breaking down something like this in a way that he can see different sides of it is not unlike trying to see the hidden sides of a Rubik's Cube he needs to solve, in his opinion.]

We're so lacking on information now that anything I could do to get more information would be useful.

[A little nod! What a logical guy, goodness.]

That's a good idea. Knowing more angles would be good... Ah, but if it's true that only the staff can enter that room, might that nullify some of the things we may discover?

[Not that he thinks it's not worth a Good Old Fashioned College Try, either way.]

Are you saying you'll worry the staff will tamper with the scene?

[Hm. A fair point. They don't know how much time the staff has overall when they murder a body, do they?]

That could be true, but even so... a tampered crime scene isn't perfect. People are fallible and make mistakes - there's the very likely chance they'll slip up and expose themselves through something they overlooked.

[His smile widens.]

Even in a lie, you can find a truth.

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[Well, sooooomebody's cranky. Guy had come to use the commissary himself, but after seeing Alfendi blow him off like that -- huh, something seems off - he raises an eyebrow]

Easy. I didn't know you were in here.

Are you upset about what happened before? [The execution, he means]

Maybe next time you should look, you know, with your eyes. You have those, right?

[He taps the pen against the paper with obvious annoyance, turning himself around slightly to face Guy - his tone is harsh, far beyond the nice and neat voice of the Alfendi most people know.]

What are you talking about?! Me blacking out for god knows how long? Because yes, I'm definitely upset about that, who the hell wouldn't be?

[could u maybe chill]

[Did he not have his coffee this morning...]

Blacking out? What do you mean like that? I just saw you-- you were perfectly conscious.

[THIS ALFENDI HAS NO CHILL]

[He scoffs at that, mouth twisted in a sneer.]

Again with that nonsense? You're not the first person who's told me that. I don't know what's happening to me! I keep waking up randomly in different places with no memory of what the hell is going on, so I don't know why everyone keeps saying about how "conscious" I am when I'm not!

[He clutches his head, clenching his jaw like that will prevent him from just boiling over.]

...You speak to me like you know me. How do you know me?

[seriously, this guy has a few screws loose..... Guy's first thought isn't split personalities, but replicas, as that's a Thing in Tales of the Abyss. But he's backing off to give Alfendi some space, still with his eyebrows raised]

[He keeps his hands raised as a kind of placating gesture]

Yeah, we met a few days ago, trying to figure out this place together. You don't remember any of that-- or me? I'm Guy.

Tch.

[He doesn't like that answer. He doesn't like any of this, honestly. People knowing him yet he doesn't know them? Memories missing? Blacking out so often? There's something wrong with him, there really is.]

No, I don't. [He lets out a shuddering sigh.] I told you, I keep blacking out.

[His voice is strained.] I don't know who the bloody hell these kidnappers are, but they've done something to my head. I don't know what's even going on, anymore. I'm grateful if I'm even awake for more than a few minutes at a time...

[well this is pretty fucking weird]

[what happened to the gentle nose from before!!! this nose is sharp and amnesia-y]

Well, alright. Let's start with what you do remember. Maybe we can figure this out. When was the last time you were awake? What's your name?

[His nose was always sharp YOU JUST DIDN'T SEE IT ALL ALONG [twilight zone music plays]]

I don't know! Does it look like I have a damn watch on me? [He groans, exasperated.] A few minutes, I think? But every time I wake up, there's someone new here, so honestly I could be out for minutes or hours, I can't tell. And the name's Alfendi Layton. Get that into your head.

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