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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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because his arm is lying across the table, deactivated for a moment as rhys has it opened to its wires and is fiddling around with a screwdriver inside of it. he's got a cigarette between his lips, puffing away lightly as he focuses on his work and he looks pretty relaxed for once. it's a pretty weird sight to behold.
which means you should definitely bother him. ]
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Which is probably going to be better for Rhys' blood pressure, at least, since Sakyou is a pretty dang mellow person even though he just mcmurdered someone. He's been trying to get a feel for this new room since he realized people were trickling inside to check it out, but as with everything before, he's got! No dang idea what's happening!! Because he's too ye-olde!!
Which means he's definitely confused when his meanderings take him close enough to Rhys to see what he's working on.]
...Is your— arm all right?
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which means when rhys looks up from his arm to sakyou, he blinks a bit in surprise before kind of grinning a little around the cigarette. he drops the screwdriver and lifts up his flesh hand to pull it out of his mouth, blowing through his nose for a moment before, with a bit of a laugh -- ]
No, it's all left.
[ because... the robot one is the right arm... get it... haha, rhys is hilarious. ]
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BUT NOPE. Instead, Sakyou looks briefly surprised, and then his lips twitch upward into a smile. Incredible... He actually found that funny.]
Ah... My mistake, in that case. [Don't play along.
On a less completely stupid note:] I hope you'll excuse my ignorance, but - that is your arm, correct?
:')
Yep, bought it myself and everything! [ ... ah. ] Is it the cybernetic thing? Is that what's throwing you?
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But he'll nod in response to that, after pausing for a second because I bought my arm myself is definitely a foreign thing to hear...]
There are a lot of things here that we don't have where I come from... I've never seen anything like that before.
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Hey. Rhys. You're good with machines, aren't you?
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in the flattest tone of voice to match: ]
Nope. Just awful. Match-een? What's that? Can you eat it?
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Do you have the skill to make something like a camera? All it'd need to do is record video for a few hours.
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Are you seriously asking me for a favor, dude? Like -- like we're just friends or something? Are you?
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[Dojima went for Rhys first mainly because of the robotic arm, taking it as indication of technological prowess]
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He leaves in the evening for a while, and it might seem like that's all his work done for the day, but about thirty minutes later, Jack ends up coming back to the lab. It's quickly apparent why, since he has food with him, but probably surprisingly, he ends up coming to sit at Rhys's table. He has one large bowl full of the true budget engineer food, rice and beans, and two smaller bowls with forks. ]
So. You've been smoking all goddamn afternoon, and I kinda hate you. You know I was trying to quit? So much for that, because I swear, half of you are chainsmokers.
[ He pushes a bowl across the table towards Rhys ]
Trade you dinner for some smokes?
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but when jack approaches, there is surprise on rhys' face as he takes in the bowl of food and everything. huh. he lifts up his flesh hand then, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and stubbing it out on the table as he sits up straight. ]
You know it's a stress thing, right? With all the, uh, murder.
[ but he does eye the bowl of food warily, the can of corn he ate this morning not really doing its entire job at this point. so, he gives a jerky nod and works to close up shop on his arm. ]
Yeah, just -- just give me a sec. Still haven't figured out why this thing keeps acting up but I'm starving.
[ also, he should probably put on a shirt again if he wants to be around jack. that sure does occur to him. ]
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[ With the way he talks, it's hard to believe that Jack is actually not an idiot sometimes... This is not helped by how he snickers and totally just continues talking even as he starts eating like a rude asshole. ]
Heh. You sure it's not user error? Just throwin' that out there.
[ He at least shuts up for a second to eat more, but then shrugs as he returns to the first conversation topic there. Making fun of Rhys was just more important, priority wise. ]
But, yeah, I mean, it's not for health, duh. Who smokes for any reason but stress? Seriously. Who. [ Even though he says seriously, this is still a rhetorical question, as is evident by how he continues without waiting for an answer ] So, deal, or no? Because I'll go bum them off someone else.
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...A tattoo. I'm surprised.
[ he'd looked so business-y. where does he work where tattoos are even allowed? she can't help but voice the thought with a curious tone. ] A lot of companies don't permit an alternative look. How'd you get by with one so big?
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Ehh, bit different at Atlas. You can, uh, get away with a lot when you're the CEO, hah.
[ a grin and he gestures for lara to pull up a stool if she wants, stubbing out the cigarette and picking up a pair of tweezers from his tool box so he can start going through the wires of his arm to make sure they're all still in place. ]
Before that, place I worked was pretty okay with tattoos or personal design like that. As long as it fit the company image, you were fine. Plus, not like I wore short sleeves often.
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his title as ceo doesn't surprise her, because even if he's sitting here shirtless, his slacks look to be of a fine quality. a company man through and through.
...also who else can afford a fucking robot arm. it's a fascinating thing, an lara leans closer with a curious gaze before turning back to rhys. ]
If it fit the company image, then sleeve length wouldn't have mattered, would it? [ but really, it's cool. she likes it a lot. even if his nipple peeking out is fucking weird? ] It reminds me of something you'd see on the walls of ruins. Perhaps even in the tomb of a king. Is it just a design you liked or did you pick it for a reason?
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[he cares about the arm. In fact, his eyes pretty much light up when he sees it--]
Is that yours?!
[nerd alert, nerd alert]
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No. I picked it up from our local arms dealer.
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[also he doesn't even care if Rhys is being sarcastic, he's too busy geeking out]
It's incredible! Can I take a closer look? How does it work?
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...Put on a shirt. [Before he quickly turns right back around and leaves. That's it. That's all Rhys gets.]
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The hell is that kid's problem?
[ and then promptly ignores him to get back to work ]