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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[Hitsugi's making an effort to leave the room as early as possible from now, allocating some time to getting lost and finding her way around without the usual help of her dorm roommate back home. She's not at the cafeteria as early as she'd like, but there's nothing else to look forward to other than the nondescript bowl of cereal.

She occupies one seat, and next to her sits Mr. Pink, the teddy bear.

She's also turned the box of cereal inside out to scribble something on the plain cardboard side of the box.]

Edited 2016-10-10 14:37 (UTC)

The possibility of a morgue appearing out of the blue is getting more and more likely...

[Seriously, a technology lab? In an apartment complex? This place is getting more and more confusing as time goes on. Alfendi wanders in, taking a look around, but he notices the bright red splatter and approaches the terminal.]

[What pattern is the blood smeared in - is it a splatter, or on certain keys?]

[Hello again, Judy.]

Judy, during the trial, the majority vote was for "abstain", yes? Was it a "bug" that resulted in the death of Diva?

[Well that is a foot.

When Dojima arrives and sees it he immediately rushes to the fountain, taking the foot. The hell? Better to see if there's anything to be found...and do what needs to be done with this, no way people will just leave a foot floating around the fountain forever.

Let's start by checking the point the foot was torn. How does that look like?

Later Dojima is at the new workshop, examining the tools rather closely. Once you approach, he'll ask you something:]

Apparently we can't take these tools out, but I bet the killer can. What do you think?

[The staff must have a lot of privileges, Dojima is sure about it]

[Well, that sure is a foot.

Alice, never having been shy about this kind of thing, sits herself down on the fountain's edge and fishes the foot out of the water to get a better look at it. How clean is the wound? Are there any marks that might have been left over from the ankle monitor?]

['Sup, Judy!]

if whoever gets selected as the executioner doesn't want to do it
is there a way for someone to volunteer to take their place?

[She's asking for, uh. A friend.]

Cafeteria - Morning;
[Some people might have trouble working up an appetite after the events of the day before. Not Alice - she's still hungry. Sure, the cafeteria food is unappetizing, but it was like that even before people started dying.

She spears a bit of soggy French toast sticks on a plastic fork and takes a bite. Yuck. Maybe for lunch she'll cook something, but that's too much effort this early in the morning.

For now, she'll observe anyone else who's coming in for breakfast.]

You sleep okay?

[Who would, in a place like this? But at least she's trying to make polite conversation...]

Tech Lab - Afternoon;
[And here she is in the tech lab... the blood on the terminal doesn't really bother her that much, and by now others are bound to have investigated it already, so she's just going to occupy herself with looking at the power tools, because of course she is.

She lingers by one of the circular saws, examining it carefully before she makes a face and mutters:]

...for some reason, just looking at this makes me really angry.

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]

Edited 2016-10-10 15:50 (UTC)

Lounge, with Adam Parrish

[It's a little past breakfast and everyone seems to be milling around. For anyone who happens to peer into the bar and lounge though they'll find sort of an interesting sight. Adam appears to be sitting on a sofa in the lounge, and sprawled across the rest of the sofa with his head in Adam's lap is Luke. Every now and then there's a little cough and a sniff as he shifts a few playing cards in his hand. Adam appears to be holding cards as well, all while letting a hand occasionally run through Luke's hair. They look fairly cozy…but they also appear to be in an argument of some kind.]

I'm not drinking that. [That, of course, appears to be some concoction created at the bar to help with Luke's cold. Adam rolls his eyes, though it's a somewhat fond gesture.]

You will if you don't want to be picked off for being the weak link.

[Luke seems to consider for a moment before he shakes his head, prodding Adam's arm with his cards. He's apparently not responding to that.] Hit or stay?

…we're playing poker, Luke.

[Interrupt them? Join them? Call them out on wasting time while there's a foot floating around? Choose your own adventure.]

Kitchen

[Later, he's leaning against a cabinet in the kitchen and sorting through all of the cans, mumbling to himself as he paws through everything. He seems more annoyed than anything but if anyone wanders in, he'll at least mumble to them.]

Out of everything in the kitchen they don't even have decent soup. Can you believe that?

Wildcard

[Luke can be found in various places in the complex including making faces at Charles' foot in the fountain, the rec room, and apartment 5! Hit me with anything else.]

lounge, morning

[ If you want to see Adam in the morning, it seems he's with someone in the lounge... ]

lab, afternoon

[ Adam can of course be found in the technology lab. After inspecting all of the tools available and recognizing that they can't be taken out, he gets started on a project. It seems he's using the kit to build the little robot. He seems entirely focused on that and quite expert with the tools in hand... but at some point, he'll recognize that someone else is there. ]

Excuse me, would you pass me that? [ He points to some random tool that's called for. Apparently you've been made into an assistant. ]

kitchen, early evening

[ Adam is in the kitchen, an open can by his side as he cooks the meat from it. He's looking at it distastefully. ] ... Do you want this? I don't think I'm hungry suddenly.

[ava sits down next to her watching as she writes on the box]

What are you writing?

[Yeah, well, he's not getting near Alice and that foot, thanks, so he'll be hovering behind]

[Dojima is still checking the tools and mulling some stuff when Adam asks for that. Sure, here you go. Dojima can appreciate someone willing to do this kind of stuff]

Are you good with robots? [How many tech experts are in this place?]

[ dangeorus-looking power tools, first; blood on the terminal, second — because, of course, his priorities are in order.

as for him, he's currently in the middle of trying to figure out how this chainsaw works through trial and error, yanking at it this way and that (the repercussions of which will catch up to him eventually), before he glances over in her direction. ]

How come?

[Alice takes a moment to consider it, eyeing the shape of the saw before pressing a button to operate it - it makes a whirring sound, and she quickly releases the button to stop it.

Then she nods, apparently making up her mind.]

It reminds me of someone I don't like.

[ 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?

[ upon seeing the saw go off, his eyes light up — and he makes a quiet sort of "ooh" sound, clapping his hands together.

but then it stops, and he pauses to think. ]

I can't say that I know too many people who use saws on a daily basis. Carpenters and engineers, maybe, but I can't think of anyone else.

[ who Hurt her... then again, he can say the same of, say riding whips, since a preference for them seems to be pretty prevalent here. ]

[ rhys is coming in with dumpy following behind him eagerly. classism still hasn't prevailed, apparently, though adam could probably judge rhys in his slacks, loafers, button up and sweater combo. like, you can't get preppier unless your name is richard gansey.

he does brighten when he sees adam because of their conversation a few days ago, glad to see a budding engineer here (or at least what he assumes to be a budding engineer. come on, be one of his kind) and makes a beeline right for him. when adam asks for the screwdriver, rhys will happily hand it over before pulling a stool over to sit and watch.

oh, he does also have some bandages on, finally. good lord, rhys. ]

Are you building something from one of the kits? Which one?

[ he's pretty much gone ahead and assumed that "abstain" is not the desirable answer by the staff, or whoever else is running this little show. so naturally, his inquiry has to do with something else about the voting system. ]

how come that lady died instead of that dude

[ very specific, dazai... but onto his actual question, for here on out. ]

if the votes end up tied for two people, what happens? is one just randomly picked to die?

[ rhys is just eating a can of corn because he's too lazy to cook anything. all he did was drain it and now he's eating out of it with a spoon. he squints at alice's question, looking pretty unsure about answering anything that comes from this hellchild. ]

I feel like any answer I give to that will lead me into a conversation I don't want to have. How did you sleep?

I think so, too. After all, the killer was referred to as "staff", and "staff" makes them sound like they can do whatever they want.

[ they have far too many privileges, if you ask him. ]

Unless the killer is more meticulous than we've imagined, maybe there's some trace of them left behind on these tools.

[ because while it's a long stretch, these are the first weapon-like things that they've seen here, aside from items listed in the commissary. ]

Edited 2016-10-10 19:14 (UTC)

Exactly. I also have the theory their monitors don't work like ours. Don't you feel strangely sleepy every night? If the killer murdered Charles during the night, then their monitor didn't affect them.

[Dojima takes a saw, looking at the ridges and blade carefully]

I have checked all these tools but I have found nothing. We're dealing with a very meticulous killer.

[Sigh]

At least we have tools now. May as well give these good use.

Maybe they can control the monitors, so they turn theirs off at night... For someone who likes to stay up, this sleepiness thing is a huge, huuuuge bother. At first, I thought it was from exhaustion, but it doesn't seem to be natural.

[ it's a shame that they've found nothing on the tools, though... that'll only end up making things tougher to figure out. he frowns a little, but on the bright side, at least they can carry some things out — even if those things can only be completed projects.

which... he doesn't know how to make, so obviously, his next course of action is — ]

Do you know how to put things together?

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