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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[judgejudy]

[ The Viewing Stage is open, but there's not that much to investigate. The overhead door hides a small stage that you can look down on. Half a landing down, there's an odd, laboratory-like room. You can see doors on the left and right sides of the room, and the right side seems to have a two-way mirror.

However, you might notice the body first.

Franziska Von Karma has been killed. ]

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OOC Note: Thanks to the turbofist of a certain someone on day 4, the glass wall separating characters from the body has been shattered! Characters may now investigate the corpse and crime scene by dropping 5-6 feet down into the operating theater, but be careful, as getting back up may be difficult and the floor is still covered in glass. However, keep in mind that evidence in mafia-based games is usually inconclusive, so don't expect to find the key to solving the case even with access to the body! Please also remember that the room will undergo decontamination procedures from noon to 4pm, where the facility will go into lockdown mode without IC warning. Any character still in the atrium during that time will be killed.

As before, please use the same format for any investigation!

[mansplains]

..... I can't look at the body, but I can give someone a lift inside and outside. The glass isn't a problem for me.

[A beat]

...Provided they're not a woman. [wow, sexist, Guy!!] Sorry.

[tearable]

[ Because, you know, why not. ]

Don't let your bias show too much.

[ Good thing Elizabeth has fashioned the bedsheets into a tightly rolled fashion. She offers one end to Guy. ]

Least you could do is hold this and let me down easy?

[betraitor]

It's alright, I can give the ladies a piggyback in your stead, if they really want it.

[which they probably don't.

not that he wants much to do with checking out the body either, but someone has to pick up guy's slack here.]

investigating

[onepunchgirl]

[Veronica is pissed as fucking shit once she sees Franziska's corpse, and anyone nearby will be able to tell because she punches the (non-glass) part of viewing stage wall. Bastards.

She'll be going up to the corpse and searching the body. Did Franziska have anything on her at the time of death? Anything missing that should be there (her whip mainly)?]

[judgejudy]

[ It appears that Franziska had nothing on her at the time of death. Most notably, her whip is indeed missing. ]

[estimated]

[ he's just here collecting information... because that is also his roommate, and he feels obligated to examine her corpse, even if she's been nothing but rude and strange. but since there's already an investigation crew on this, he's just going to be stopping by to check for one thing.

around how many hours ago were franziska's injuries caused? ]

[judgejudy]

[ Since the wounds on Franziska are more difficult to judge the passage of time with, he'll only be able to tell that they were likely created no more than 6 hours ago. Assuming he's looking at this around 8am, anyway. ]

The Complex Apartments

[judgejudy]

[ Unfortunately, residents may run into a little trouble before they can even get to the operating theater this time... Particularly the residents of Apartment 7. They'll be waking up this fine morning to quite a mess of blood, and one extra resident in the room. What a shame that he's no longer living!

It looks like Kei has been killed.

The body of Bigby Wolf is also nearby. He's covered in blood as well, but he seems to be stirring...]

APARTMENT 7, BECAUSE DUH...

[liven]

[ lmao what. go away kei. shijima will hop off the bed and kick him in the side with her foot to see if he's dead? he looks dead. then she'll go and repeat this semi more gently with bigby. YOU DEAD, BRO? ]

Bigby.

[ ugh she will crouch down next to him and actually check him less. aggressively. ]

[selfsufficiency]

[Oh, hell. Alice delivers a swift kick to Kei's side because obviously he tried something sneaky if he's here in the room now - but she leaves off from desecrating the corpse because it's not like a dead body can feel pain.

Instead, she heads for the bed and grabs at the sheets.]

He's covered in blood... is it his or the other guy's?

apartment 7, after the door has been opened... yes

[estimated]

[ so... there's a lot going on this morning. but after apartment 7's residents have cleared out, dazai is going to carefully crouch down next to kei; and for once, he's actually going to kick his investigative skills into high gear, looking over him with a serious expression.

around how many hours ago was the wound to kei's throat caused? ]

[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]

[After Franziska, and amid the WTF scandal that is Bigby fucking Wolf, Ciel raises a small concern to anyone nearby:]

The girl with the pot of flowers. Has anyone seen her?

[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...

[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?

[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)_/¯ ]

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!!

[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]

[puffing]

[ THESE ARE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.....

... but it would be anti-climatic to answer them in brackets, no? :') ]

Define worse.

[ at least Bigby is capable of talking. you would think a guy that's been riddled with twenty to thirty shotgun blasts can just scoff at something like what happened to him, but nope. it's pretty bad. he wants to pass out every waking second, and pouring alcohol in his wounds was doing nothing to help that. at least he won't get an infection. ]

Not like this place offers anything much better.

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?

[puffing]

[ oh... hi Dazai... ]

Nope.

[ this is said as Bigby is staring at the bottom of a third glass, this time reserved for actually consuming in its entirety. the burn in his throat was nothing compared to the rest of his body wanting to remind him how shitty this all was. ]

Didn't sign up for the shit with Leo, and I didn't sign up for the shit with this. Figures.

viewing stage aka what the fuck is wrong with you???

[tearable]

[ It was honestly odd how no one came to tell them there was another body? Let me handwave this because we're knee deep in Ace Attorney death scandals. Elizabeth and co did the best they could to gather 'evidence' - Elizabeth even left the camera back in her apartment during all of this. She had just gotten back to the main floor, careful not to aggravate her knees. The other two were gone and she was left slipping her heels back on and looking up right when Bigby saunters his hurt ass in? What the fuck?

He can see the shock on her face as she nearly slides out of one of her heels when she rushes over. The fractured wrist was nearly forgotten about when she hurries over to him with an exclaim of both confusion and anger. ]

What the hell happened to you?! T-That's the better question!

[ Because really, she's hovering one hand over his body carefully as she looks between Franziska's corpse and him. ]

- This wasn't you, was it?

[ Elizabeth says with a furrowed brow. ]

viewing stage

[unnames]

H-hey...!

[AAAA THIS IS NOT GOOD... This is not good at all???]

Are you okay?!