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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[selfdenying]

[wow alice!! RUDE]

Huh. Did you catch it from somewhere? This place seems pretty clean...

[Didn't they mention disinfecting earlier? How odd.]

...You're not contagious, are you?

[selfsufficiency]

Well I had to have caught it from someone!

[She scowls, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping a foot, clearly agitated.]

How should I know if I'm contagious or not? I don't usually get sick, so this is extra annoying. Whoever made me sick is gonna get it.

[selfdenying]

Well...did anyone else sneeze or show any symptoms? Maybe you can narrow it down.

[See, he's being helpful!!]

[selfsufficiency]

...I didn't notice.

[She wasn't on the lookout for that kind of thing yesterday - but she'll definitely be watching for anyone with similar symptoms today.]

If we see someone like that today, we can ask them.

[By "ask them" she means "kick their ass".]

[selfdenying]

Hm. Well, it's a good idea. We're already in a rather enclosed space, I'd hate for such a thing to spread among the population...

[Please don't spread your germs to him, Alice. :)]

In the meantime, did you check if the commissary has any medicine?

[selfsufficiency]

[She starts to answer, but she's cut off by a cough, which she claps her hands over her mouth to muffle. Uuuuuuuuugh.]

...they had something they called a mystery drug.

[She brings one of her hands down from her mouth and slides it into a pocket.]

[selfdenying]

A mystery drug?

[His eyebrows furrow. That certainly sounds...well, mysterious.]

Did you take it?

[selfsufficiency]

[But just as she's about to answer him, this happens, so no answer for Alfendi! Whoops.]