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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[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. ]

[selfsufficiency]

What Shijima said!

[Alice frowns, shifting the bedsheets she's carried out to rest on her shoulder so that she can fold her arms across her chest.]

Before we go in there for that sham of a trial, you need to at least put on some clothes that aren't bloody, or you're going to be an easy target for anyone who wants to get someone else killed.

[puffing]

[ he wasn't expecting to wake up like this either, okay. Bigby doesn't take to surprises all too well, especially if those surprises involve him. Alfendi's insults are enough for him to shoot a piercing glare towards the man that seemed to have been even more exhausted than the guy who was royally screwed up. if he had the energy, his body would be pinned up against a wall with an arm to his throat.

but he doesn't. it takes everything he's got to even be moving right now, and he's lucky he didn't receive any damage to his legs. Shijima's and Alice's attempts at calming him are (ironically) more peaceful than the other male in their apartment, but that doesn't mean they'll be anymore successful. ]

I remember plenty. [ he seems to be aware of his surroundings, at the very least?? and not in some blood lust. considering his current state, that is a miracle. ] I was attacked in our apartment last night. All there is to it.

[selfdenying]

[If he were his nicer self, he'd possibly be more placating. Unfortunately, that isn't happening right now. It's probably lucky for everyone else that he's in a terrible and rather sickly state right now - he drags a hand down his face, trying to grasp the implications.]

You were awake? [Now that's a surprise. He's still iffy on all the details surrounding this whole thing, but what he read from notes in his notebook, it seems they're all drugged during the night. Huh.]

Well, now. [He shakes his head.] Was that man part of the staff, then? Because if he was, you did quite the boon to all of us.

[liven]

Anyone who came into our room while we were sleeping obviously wasn't up to any good.

[ whatever she doesn't care if bigby killed a dude? ]

But you could have killed him a little less messily if so...Since you seem to be saying you made the mess, you have to help clean it up later.

[ shijima... ]

[selfsufficiency]

We believe that, but you're going to have to convince all of them.

[And she wouldn't put it past them to panic and vote for someone who was confirmed to have killed someone, even if it was self-defense, should they be unable to identify another staff member.]

You're going to make your injuries even worse at this rate.

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.

[mansplains]

[Oh, the suspense!!! Well, it'll probably come up naturally. When Guy inevitably demands Bigby tell him what the hell happened]

I don't know, infection? Bleeding everywhere? Burning? Causing yourself more pain? I know there's not much available, but you can get medical supplies from the commissary. I have a first aid kit.

[Which he can use on Bigby....]

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.

[estimated]

Neither did I. But you stuck around anyway, didn't you?

[ no one except leo actually signs up to have their foot chopped off... or to be involved with foot chopping in the first place. a sympathetic glance is all that he gets, though... pouring good alcohol into wounds is a little bit of a waste, isn't it? ]

If you want, I can patch you up later. [ that is, if his insistent roommates haven't gotten to him yet already. ] What happened?

[puffing]

Goes to show you how good karma doesn't exist.

[ or maybe it was bad karma for letting Leo go and get his foot lopped off. it's hard to tell in his current state of mind, and not worth thinking much of. Leo at least gets the comfort of sleep right now. Bigby is very much awake and aware of how shitty everything feels. ]

Can't fill in all the blanks for you. Some of it's probably best said when I have to defend myself later, too. [ he's about to have such a long damn day. ] A guy I didn't know came at me at night. He attacked with the intention to kill. I had no choice but to defend myself.

[estimated]

That's fine. Before yesterday, I don't recall having spoken to you at all, so I understand.

[ it's a trust thing, right? don't worry, he gets it. he'll eventually get to hear it during the trial, too, so it's no big deal.

but then he pauses, and looks back towards bigby thoughtfully. ]

Would you mind if I looked at your injuries? It won't take longer than three seconds, I promise! Even if you didn't die, you didn't come out of that situation unscathed.

[puffing]

Sorry we keep meeting each other like this, then.

[ if Bigby somehow makes it through the end of today, maybe he and Dazai can hold a (somewhat) normal conversation? he's not going to hold his breath, though. namely because it would really hurt to do that right now, but also because of the fact that the end results of tonight are a giant question mark to him.

his request is met with a flinched look, as if Bigby wanted to immediately shoot him down. but then he thinks about the fact that Dazai was the only level-headed one in the group that decided Leo needed one less foot. it's an internal debate that goes on for a few seconds, and he finally resounds himself to a sigh. ]

You can look, but... don't touch. Please. [ he asks nicely. what a shock. ] Kind of against that right now.

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. ]

[puffing]

[ he barely even recognizes the fact that it's Elizabeth screaming at him, if only because he was distracted by the whole being lightheaded and intoxicated... thing. Bigby's probably nowhere near as drunk as he wants to be, but it all gets blurred together when he starts having more alcohol in his body than blood.

either way, he doesn't even properly acknowledge her approaching until she starts getting her hand close to his body. he immediately stiffens up from his previous position, acting on instinct to snatch forward and grab her by the wrist. his entire body was on alert, and no amount of drunk or wounded would stop him from acting defensively. his grip on her is tight as he looks down, breathing through his nose in a labored manner. ]

I don't... I don't even know who the fuck that is. [ in reference to Franziska's now motionless body. the second one he's seen this morning. ] I was just coming to help.

[ Bigby??? what a stubborn fuck ]

[tearable]

[ Elizabeth cries out when he grabs at her wrist and instinctively, she drops her bad arm down onto his elbow to break the hold. It was all too fast. If he can make bad choices, so can she. She winces a bit from how quickly she moved and pulls away. ]

Let - ugh!

[ He's stubborn as fuck and she's not in the fucking mood, so she'll immediately glare at him. ]

Franziska and - if you lay your hand on me like that again, I'll care less about what state you're in.

[ Threatening? After what's been happening? Of course. However, the anger subsides a bit and she honestly... seems a bit concerned. Her eyes soften and she takes a step back, gingerly touching the brace on her wrist. She's too tired, let her rest. ]

Answer my question. What happened to you? You're not going near that body like this.

[puffing]

[ even if he isn't all there at this current moment, he reels when Elizabeth responds the way she does. Bigby is supposed to be the defensive one, not her!!! he pulls his hand away and stumbles back almost a second later, hands waving behind him in an attempt to catch a well to lean on.

for once, he wasn't trying to push up on her in hopes of intimidating. ]

Franziska's dead? [ was it by the staff members? if so, who the hell came after him? god, his head was pounding. ] Fuck. Shit. They're... trying to kill more than one person now, I guess―

[ they were both creating some distance, it seems, but he wasn't about to pout. Bigby just goes back to trying his hardest to focus on the woman less lucky than that of himself. ]

Someone attacked me. At night, while I was in my apartment. He wasn't as lucky as the people who got the prosecutor.

[tearable]

[ Intimidate all you want, bro. She saw you blush. ]

Yes and I didn't kill her. Someone else did and - look, we can worry about this later... [ Just to make that... clear. Since the last time Liz was in public like that, she threatened to kill the woman herself. ] Wait - you're... you're joking...

[ Two attacks? Elizabeth was quick to him now, taking the last line of his comment more seriously. ]

...Self-defense? Bigby - who was it?

[ Was Bigby the one who killed...? She'll slowly reach out now, motioning for him to come to her, more in an offer to use her as a brace. Elizabeth doesn't waste a moment, if he agrees, she'll begin to limp him out of the room. ]

We'll go back to my room and - I have the sewing kit and first aid kit from when I stitched Jack up. I can't... I can't help you with my wrist but -

[puffing]

[ he can't really digest her words to the full worth that he would want to, but he still manages to nod. it was one that was dazed, to say the least, but Bigby won't assume she had anything to do with Franziska's death. she was emotional that night ― angry. very much so, at that.

no one really knows anger until they see the Big Bad Wolf getting angry. at least Elizabeth had the fortune of running into him when he was more-so not himself. if that can be... considered... fortunate...?? ]

I don't... I don't know. Never talked to the guy. Had a sword and who the fuck knows what with him. He knew what he was coming for.

[ and apparently Mama Elizabeth was deciding to have a change of heart. he had pushed away any and everyone that thought it was a good idea to touch him right now, but for one reason or another, he takes up her offer to do so. Bigby still wanted to get a better look at what was going on with Franziska, yet he knows the woman in front of him wasn't about to let that happen. with a wince, he limps forward so that he can indeed use her as a brace. ]

Fine. Shijima... wouldn't leave it the hell alone, so she can help. Just ― sorry for ruining your clothes.

[ there's no doubt she was about to get even more blood on them. ]

viewing stage

[unnames]

H-hey...!

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

Are you okay?!

[puffing]

Hey to you too―

[ said with the slightest bit of a hiccup at the end. Bigby is so fucked up right now. he doesn't even know who he is talking to?? ]

'm peachy... fuckin' keen, thanks.