DAY FOUR (morning)

[judgejudy]

DAY 4 (morning) Complex Population: 32 It's 8AM, and rather than waking naturally, you awake to the sound of an odd tone ringing through the intercom. As you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always, Judy's voice speaks up a few moments after. "A death has occurred. Safety Protocol 6227-A is now active." That ominous message might prompt you to leave your room more quickly. After all, the viewing stage is open. It seems that someone was busy during the night. — This post is for the second day as defined in the schedule. This post is for investigation and general mingling before the trial that takes place in the afternoon IC. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles private conversations graveyard

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[alittlemaster]

[The intention was to only be checking on the state of the body like before.

Even with Veronica throwing the first punch to the glass, it isn't enough forewarning to escape unscathed. He starts to bark, "Don't!" as a spiderweb of cracks split the glass, but Veronica throws the next punch before he can either speak or back up far enough away.

Glass catches him across the brow and forehead, bringing a wave of strange heat rather than pain. It only hurts when he jerks his hand up against his head, and when he brings it away, his fingers are covered in blood. The wound oozes without stopping, slow but steady, pouring over the black eyepatch and beneath it.

Surprisingly, Ciel seems more angry than upset or scared.]

[heroizes]

[ Well... Gotta hand it to Veronica, she's definitely effective. Almost, uh. Too much so, as half of the people here would agree. Jack is one of them, and he's none too happy about it, but at the same time, seeing other people hurt briefly pulls him out of his own selfishness enough to kind of care about other people. Even if it's ultimately for his own ego. It totally counts.

Jack's face is split across one of his eyes, which he keeps closed, but seeing a kid, he turns his attention towards Ciel. Even if someone is a little jerk that probably won't appreciate his kindness!! Rude!! ]

Hey- Woah, Ciel, you alright, kiddo?

get outta here jack

[alittlemaster]

[It's true. He's not going to appreciate Jack's "kindness"!!]

I'm fine. [As fine as a thirteen year old can be pouring blood down his face!] Don't touch me. [Just in case Jack gets any bright ideas.] Why are you even concerned? Your own face is bleeding. Dammit.

[He touches his forehead again, unsurprised when his fingers come back bloodier than before.] Why didn't she give us any warning before doing that?!

[heroizes]

Christ, because you're like twelve, and, weirdly, I'm concerned about kids.

[ This is why Jack calls him a turd later. Vendetta: set.

Jack doesn't acknowledge his own injury, though, even though it doesn't exactly feel great. Some people are scrambling off to get first aid kits, bandages, anything, so Jack feels relatively okay with not being one of them. He shakes his head to Ciel's question and exhales a frustrated half-sigh. ]

Hell, I don't know. Seemed like a good idea at the time? Which, hooray, we can go check out a body. Awesome. We're all happy for that.