DAY THREE

[judgejudy]

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. — 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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[subsisted]

[ the cig's fine. it doesn't bother her. she knows plenty of smokers, especially in the field. it's overrun with mature older men with plenty of voices - whiskey, cigars. she smells the pair of them together so often that lara can't unlink them anymore. as such, it's not the cigarette that gives her pause, no, it's the sprawling splash of ocean blue that crawls across rhys' arm, over his chest. a tattoo, she knows, but she watches him work for a moment, her head tilted. it reminds her of something, but... she's not sure. a bird? ]

...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?

[jackhole]

[ rhys is honestly surprised when he hears lara's voice, looking up and blinking at her a few times before sitting up straight. he looks down to his flesh arm, the stripes of blue wrapping around it before back up at her and lifting a shoulder in a light shrug. he'll pull out the cigarette after, setting down the screwdriver. ]

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.

[subsisted]

[ she'll oblige, taking up a stool casually, because dumpy isn't here which means she can listen. she's all for listening. you learn a lot by listening, you know, and lara is one of those nerds who always wants knowledge.

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?