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

Comments

[daturah]

Don't mention it.

I guess the food not being very appetizing doesn't help, does it?

[modissty]

It is a little much to tolerate, on top of everything else. I don't suppose this type of food is normal for most people, is it?

[daturah]

It's below average in quality and taste, even if I'm used to more excellent than most people. [Missing that boarding school life]


I'm sure everyone here will come up with alternatives to improve our meals in no time, though.

[modissty]

[He knows that feel... Sans boarding school, but nobles get some nice food, even though it's been a long time since he's fallen into that category.]

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.

[daturah]

[They say whipping up poison is no different than cooking! But that comparison doesn't work in this context, and perhaps it's not the greatest time to use it at the moment.

Not in this atmosphere.]

Eating food is an important job in itself!

[modissty]

[PROBABLY NOT just on the off chance someone takes her seriously. Or in case a mcmurderer is listening in and looking for ideas...]

Well... I suppose without doing so, it would make a person far less capable of helping out where it matters.

[daturah]

And keeping themselves safe, too.

I don't know everyone here very well, but I'd be sad if more bad things happened.

[modissty]

...If this continues on the path it's currently set for, I'm not certain how easy it will be to avoid more bad things.

[daturah]

What a pessimistic point of view.

[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.

[modissty]

I think that at this point, I'd prefer nothing more than to be told that I'm wrong... Or to be proven wrong - that would be even better.

[He follows her example after a pause and opens up the cereal bag, reaching in for a few pieces.]