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!

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...]

[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?

[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?

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