DAY SIX (morning)

[judgejudy]

DAY 6 (morning) Complex Population: 27 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 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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let's combine threads

[tearable]

Hey, the more eyes we get on the body, the better. I'm not some detective but -

[ She thinks maybe they can all find something about this? After Guy tries to help with the situation by clearing the glass, she's just so ??? confused??? Why won't he touch a woman or be near them -

she looks to Alvin with a nod as she takes her heels off because jumping/ climbing is a bitch in them? ]

Think you're up for helping me again, mister?

[ Charm level: 900. Please watch her as she carefully hops down and nearly stumbles right into Guy. ]

[antietam]

[ Adam isn't interested in the dead bodies but this is something that catches his attention. He looks somewhat concerned. ] Minatsuki Takami... No.

She matches up with the profile the staff seem to like, so...

time for a threesome

[mansplains]

[it's too bad Guy doesn't know how ironic that Alvin statement is]

[anyway Liz's doxxing aside, he's done his best to clear up the glass and has a steady hold on the sheet, even though Liz is riding the Alvin express and doesn't even need it anymore, smh]

[but sure enough Liz does stumble near Guy. Despite his obvious terror, he wills himself to stay still and catch her]

[despite the Johnny Yong Bosch noises coming out of his mouth]

AAAAAUUUUUGH!

[he tried and therefore no one can criticize him]

[judgejudy]

[ It seems like the wound was caused around 6 to 8 hours ago, though it's difficult to get a more accurate estimate due to its messiness. ]

[alittlemaster]

Everyone has exited their rooms, but she's unaccounted for. [His eye, still a little festered from the irritation of the eyepatch on the glass wound, looks toward the viewing theater.]

Franziska is dead. [And in the right place for all the other deaths.] Who roomed with Miss Takami? Was she there when everyone went to sleep?

[betraitor]

Hey, we've made a good team in the past. No point in messing with a good thing, right?

[listen, okay. the alvin express is a solid ride in all ways—so he's got this under control.

well, except for the part where she practically goes careening into guy, but that's not not entirely his fault here.]

...You should probably save your screams for having a look at the dead body, don't you think? [morbid humor is the way to go here, naturally.]

[modissty]

[HE'S GONNA DIVE INTO THE MIDDLE OF THAT WTF BIGBY SCANDAL BECAUSE HIS FRIEND(???) IS THERE but this definitely catches his attention too, and he pauses in passing.]

Ah— That would be our room. Myself, Kei and Ava. I didn't see her, but I also went to sleep early... When I woke up this morning, she was still absent, along with Kei.

[estimated]

[ that's... strange. none of them are supposed to be awake at that time, right? but those useful brackets answer his next question, on the injury's cleanliness. thanks for looking out, mods!! so, onto his third (??) question...

does it look as if his wound has been caused by a weapon, or with something on the body, like fingernails?

if it's just too messy to tell, even with his skills, that's also fine! ]

[antietam]

I wouldn't know that. She wasn't in my room. [ So they're going to have to find those people. ]

But it's not like we should just expect the staff to kill one person at a time, right? She... was scared and weak.

[tearable]

Right.

[ Oh, look, she doesn't stumble too much to need Guy's help. She is a foot or so away and looks at him with a skeptical expression. ]

...Sir, there's a dead body. Can you show some re-

[ She cuts herself off when she finally realizes who the hell it was. She feels her blood run cold. Elizabeth said she'd kill the woman herself and now she's dead. ]

She put herself as a target. [ She says confidently, walking over and carefully kneeling to the body to look for the first sign of blood? Where it be? ] Revenge kill, I'd say...

[judgejudy]

[ We're here to help... Or are we??

Anyway, the wound itself looks like it wasn't made cleanly. His throat appears to have been torn out, and it isn't likely that it was done with a weapon. ]

[judgejudy]

[ The first thing she'll notice is that there's not a lot of blood at the crimescene this time. Franziska's body lays crumpled on the ground near the gurney, and most of it seems concentrated around and on her head. ]

[alittlemaster]

[With the way his visible brow twitches in an effort to pull into a scowl, he doesn't like the sound of that.] So two people from your room are missing from where they should have been. [Tf did you guys have that was so good?]

What about yesterday, earlier? Did you see her at all?

[alittlemaster]

Perhaps.

But I don't think it's reasonable to assume even someone like her was scared or weak.

[puffing]

IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS → APARTMENT HALLWAY.

[ Bigby's a damn mess. he's bleeding profusely from his shoulder, his shirt having been cut through and soaked with blood on both the front and half, showing he looks to have been stabbed by something. his right hip is even worse, blood dripping from a deep hole that has been left by another device of some sorts. it was enough to sink down his pant leg, leaving a nice little trail for the ducklings of Apartment #7 to avoid so as to not fall and ruin their clothes as well.

all of their attempts at telling him to stop are ignored. he limps his way down the hallway, one hand gliding along the wall with the other clenching his hip. if any of them catch up or try to stop them, Bigby just snarls, showing what looks to be teeth stained with even more crimson. at least he gives a bit of a response. ]

If I thought I was dying, I wouldn't have bothered getting the fuck up.

AND SOMETIME AFTER THAT → BAR & LOUNGE.

[ regardless of what Bigby's roomies are able to eventually do for him, his destination was... the bar. yes. he's hurting bad, and being as how he is no longer a Fable that can recover from wounds in an hour tops, he has to rely on other things to numb the pain. ―alcohol. ―he needs lots and lots of alcohol.

anyone sharing the same idea will find him hunched over a bar stool, a glass filled to the brim with triple distilled vodka. Bigby stares at it through slitted eyes for all of five seconds, taking a harsh swig in one before promptly pouring the remaining contents directly into the wound on his shoulder. a howl is his response, the burn too much for even a man whose pain threshold was typically unreal. does that mean he stops? absolutely not. a second glass is commanded to the robot bartender in the form of many curse words, repeating the same process of drinking a quarter of the liquor only to now pour it on the wound on his side.

something is seriously wrong with this guy. stop him, maybe? or try. just know that he's going to shut down any requests to being touched at this current moment. ]

AFTER FRANZISKA'S INVESTIGATION → VIEWING STAGE.

[ for someone who has been through quite the Night, Bigby is getting around. he's usually around for the investigations of dead people, after all, so he takes it upon himself to (eventually) stumble into the viewing stage in a state that can only be parts delirious and plain drunk. no one has been able to so much as get his clothes off of him yet, leaving him to look progressively worse as the hours piled on.

he leans against the closest thing he can lean on, which just so happens to be the former glass window that Veronica had her way with. Bigby doubles over it to get a better look at Franziska ― assuming she hasn't been moved by now; if she has, he is looking at... nothing ― tempting fate with how it seems like he was going to fall into the room and on the glass any second. it's probably not a good idea for him to roll his fresh, alcohol-stained wounds in glass. regardless, he is going to try his best to concentrate, speaking aloud for anyone to hear him. ]

―So what... the hell... happened to her?

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[puffing]

[ RAWR. ]

[mansplains]

T-This is worse than that! [wow, Guy]

[Anyway, with Elizabeth moving away, he lets himself breathe a little (the loser), and then edges as close as he can to the ladies without freaking out]

[he's trying so hard, you guys]

...Yeah, she really did. I bet they were angry about Luke. Or Lara.

hallway apartment 7 party!!

[selfdenying]

I don't care if you're dying or not, you bleeding moron. [Pun...probably not intended? Alfendi wheezes slightly, trying to catch his breath, his head swimming. However, he's still focused enough to jab a finger in Bigby's direction, barking out a response:]

What happened last night?! There's a damn corpse in the bedroom and there's clearly a story behind it, so if you know something, cough it up!!

[betraitor]

[alvin, on the other hand, chooses to keep his distance. he's taking a look at her body, but he doesn't seem particularly interested in getting too close.]

She knew it too, didn't she? She sentenced an innocent person and a staffer. That's a painted target on all sides.

[he's looking her over from where he stands—]

Looks like they went right for her head for an easy blow.

[liven]

[ the snarl gets an unimpressed eyebrow raise from shijima and nothing further as she falls into step beside bigby so as to stop needing to skirt around blood. ]

Well, at least let us stop you bleeding over everything, then. Or tell us if you remember anything from last night. I assume not, of course...what a pain. We're going to have a time of it arguing later, aren't we?

[ a sigh. but it isn't like she cares who gets voted for...although shijima is annoyed at the loss of lara. she might be a little peeved if any of the three people in the hallway died, also. ]

bar & lounge

[mansplains]

[So, from what Guy can glean, Bigby killed Kei. But was it self-defense? Or was he staff? What was Kei doing there?]

[And what the fuck is Bigby doing right now, that doesn't look good or healthy]

[(And here's Guy, out of apple gels..)]

....I get that you want to clean the wound, but at this point all you're doing is making things worse for yourself.

[Some Helpful Commentary here]

[modissty]

That's correct, yes... I haven't found either of them yet. [muffled another one bites the dust in the distance]

As for that... As I recall, the last time that I saw her was the night before last. I had assumed that she left for breakfast first, but if no one else saw her after that point...

bar & lounge

[estimated]

[ dazai has pulled up a seat next to bigby with no fear, because it actually takes a whole lot to faze him, and bigby's weird... animalistic howling isn't enough. ]

Bigby! Glad to see you're —

[ and then he glances over the wound at bigby's side (which is being... filled with alcohol? oh my god), enthusiastic expression falling immediately. ]

Oh. Hmm... That wasn't there when we all met during the evening, was it?

[tearable]

Right... right. [ She was thinking of revenge for Luke and unfortunately, the first person she thought of was that Adam boy. She hadn't even the strength to go reach out to him - it wasn't her place.

But, Alvin does paint an interesting theory. ]

I mean - I said I would kill her if she - ... but no, some sane person wouldn't have killed her, right...?

[ She'll casually look down to see if there's a foot...? Is the circle unbroken?!

However, tenderly, she tilts the woman's head to look at the wound - where was it? ]

Alvin, Guy - what does this look like to you?

[alittlemaster]

[Well, shit.]

If no one saw her even yesterday-- [He closes his mouth, pauses in a way as if he doesn't want to mention it.]

The blood in the fountain.