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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[jackhole]

[ look, he is not that weird. how can you say that after everything they've been through?? that you... don't remember. ugh. still, rhys definitely did settle down in the back here even when jack was in the lab because despite everything, he really did need to take a look at his arm. he could ignore jack for a few hours to take a look at his arm.

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. ]

[heroizes]

Oh- Oh, yeah, the face punchy thing?

[ 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.