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DAY THREE
 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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[naturally, alvin slides in like a smooth operator to make that quip. though really, it's not particularly enthused—that laid back energy he had in previous conversation is a little more solemn today as well.
he's trying, though, even if he half-expects just about anyone he runs into to try and punch him in the face for how the vote went. whoops.]
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Oh, no... I was just thinking about some things. [Mitsutada tries to cheer up! It'd be uncool if he kept looking so sad all day.]
How have you been..?
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[or whatever it is. it looks like soup to him, though.]
About as good as anyone can be around here, I guess. [he shrugs. fake it til you make it, right?] Nobody dragged me off and killed me while I was asleep, so I guess that's a good enough start.