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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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[He taps the pen against the paper with obvious annoyance, turning himself around slightly to face Guy - his tone is harsh, far beyond the nice and neat voice of the Alfendi most people know.]
What are you talking about?! Me blacking out for god knows how long? Because yes, I'm definitely upset about that, who the hell wouldn't be?
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[Did he not have his coffee this morning...]
Blacking out? What do you mean like that? I just saw you-- you were perfectly conscious.
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[He scoffs at that, mouth twisted in a sneer.]
Again with that nonsense? You're not the first person who's told me that. I don't know what's happening to me! I keep waking up randomly in different places with no memory of what the hell is going on, so I don't know why everyone keeps saying about how "conscious" I am when I'm not!
[He clutches his head, clenching his jaw like that will prevent him from just boiling over.]
...You speak to me like you know me. How do you know me?
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[He keeps his hands raised as a kind of placating gesture]
Yeah, we met a few days ago, trying to figure out this place together. You don't remember any of that-- or me? I'm Guy.
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[He doesn't like that answer. He doesn't like any of this, honestly. People knowing him yet he doesn't know them? Memories missing? Blacking out so often? There's something wrong with him, there really is.]
No, I don't. [He lets out a shuddering sigh.] I told you, I keep blacking out.
[His voice is strained.] I don't know who the bloody hell these kidnappers are, but they've done something to my head. I don't know what's even going on, anymore. I'm grateful if I'm even awake for more than a few minutes at a time...
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[what happened to the gentle nose from before!!! this nose is sharp and amnesia-y]
Well, alright. Let's start with what you do remember. Maybe we can figure this out. When was the last time you were awake? What's your name?
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I don't know! Does it look like I have a damn watch on me? [He groans, exasperated.] A few minutes, I think? But every time I wake up, there's someone new here, so honestly I could be out for minutes or hours, I can't tell. And the name's Alfendi Layton. Get that into your head.
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Easy, easy. I am trying to help you out here. Did you hear Judy's announcements?