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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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She adds a ribbon to his as an afterthought.]
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[A little smile! He'll take a seat, curiously glancing over afterwards. Oh...]
—Those are the residents here?
[Cute little touch with the ribbon.]
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[There is also a crudely drawn map of what they have access to on the premises, although that looks less entertaining than the doodles.]
...Is that all you're having for breakfast?
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[It's cute! He likes the little doodles, and the map is probably smart, too. Stopping off at a terminal to see where one is probably isn't feasible if they're in the middle of running away from a murderer or something...]
—For now, yes. I may get something else later, but I can't say that I woke up feeling very hungry.
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[She stops scribbling long enough to pass along the plastic bag with the cereal--freed from the carboard container--along.]
I wouldn't want to impose my opinion on you, but the better you eat, the better you'll feel physically and mentally. I think that's going to be important here.
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[HE SEEMS UNCONVINCED but maybe he'll try doodle-remembering later...
When the bag is passed over, he takes it politely, looking a little surprised.]
—Well, it's not that I think your assumption is wrong. ...Thank you.
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I guess the food not being very appetizing doesn't help, does it?
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I'm sure everyone here will come up with alternatives to improve our meals in no time, though.
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I see... I'd hope for that to be true. I would like to lend a hand myself, to be honest, but I fear I'd be more of a nuisance than anything. Most of the equipment in the kitchen is still unfamiliar to me.
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Not in this atmosphere.]
Eating food is an important job in itself!
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Well... I suppose without doing so, it would make a person far less capable of helping out where it matters.
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I don't know everyone here very well, but I'd be sad if more bad things happened.
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[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.
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[He follows her example after a pause and opens up the cereal bag, reaching in for a few pieces.]