DAY EIGHT (morning)

[judgejudy]

DAY 8 (morning) Complex Population: 19 It's 8AM, and you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always. Of course, some of you might be waking up due to a rather alarming reason. — NOTE: This day post will be run slightly differently because of the large amount of things to be discovered. Please indicate where your character is in the subject line of your toplevel, and a mod will reply to conduct the investigation. Please note that some areas may be dangerous, and your characters may be injured, but characters will not be killed (unless you want them to be). 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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[becauseimacoward]

It wouldn't be too hard to stump us all. We don't have the best track record so far when it's about catching the killers.

[Later when they all find out it's four culprits and one or more serial stabber(s) it's going to be so embarrassing if they really manage to lynch someone completely innocent]

[newlugers]

This counts.

[ yeah he's not the type to turn down a favor... also he's going to casually try and pretend like he totally didn't intend to drink it, condensing his awkward hesitation at the towel being held out to only a second or two. ]

Thanks, but I can do it on my own. Stitching it up, on the other hand...

[judgejudy]

[ There aren't any firestarting materials around; the source of the fire seems to have been the now-charred blanket. Dickson's body is lukewarm, but thanks to said fire, it's difficult to say whether it's residual body heat or a result of the increased temperature of the room. The cut on his shoulder pierces through his jacket, and seems to have been made several hours ago.

There's a trail of blood ending around his body that leads out of the door of their apartment. It looks like he was being dragged. ]

[tearable]

[ LOOK SHE'S BEEN SHOT AT, but this is different. She's commenting mainly because she feels vulnerable and she needs to detour the conversation.

He shushes her and she gives him a look. ]

I'm just concerned your time is focused less on the skylight and more on finding girls to muse your time. Think you're running out of those, though.

[ Look... she's not sure what's going on, but she can't be sure. Either way, Elizabeth lowers her shirt down and leans against the bar counter. ]

I have some remaining concealer in my apartment that you're welcome to have. Stuff runs a bit thin for my taste but could cover up some bitemarks.

[modissty]

[Smooth work, bomb friend. Once the towel is out of his hand, Sakyou's immediately reaching back to pull out more bottles of alcohol. Who knows how much disinfecting needs to be done, more injured people keep appearing...]

If you need stitches, I can help with that. I've done it a few times before.

[modissty]

[TRULY... Knowing their luck, it might well happen, hot damn.]

That may be why they're getting bolder... Or more desperate, perhaps. It's difficult to tell.

[modissty]

[LIZ... She's a blessing and she does her best, good lord.]

...Thank you. [It's a kind offer, certainly, and he won't turn her down if she's willing to help. He'll place his supplies down on the counter too, slipping the side of his kimono top down to reveal the stab on his shoulder. There is totally a wadded up piece of toilet paper just stuck to it... #medical skills. But he'll gingerly peel that off, and the stab itself is pretty deep, but definitely not as bad as it could be. Or as bad as some of these other poor people's stabs are.]

If I can help you in return, please let me know. My medical knowledge only extends so far, though... I don't know how to treat anyone who may have inhaled too much smoke.

[Or people who get CAUGHT UP IN EXPLOSIONS... GUYS??]

[modissty]

[Please stay that way, Alvin...

Sakyou will finish mopping things up though, and gauges the length and depth of the injury about as well as he can manage.]

It's still a fairly large gash... Because of where it is, I think stitching might be necessary, since you may end up reopening it when you move around otherwise.

[modissty]

[Jack karma escaped because his face already got got by glass earlier...

INCREDIBLE, THOUGH. Sakyou is too stressed to even look baffled by the term, but he at least nods in an attempt to show gratitude for Jack being glad that he isn't worse off. As for the question, his brow furrows...]

At least seven of us so far. More keep coming here, so I can't say what the total number might be.

[becauseimacoward]

Getting desperate...

[Now that you said that, there's something strange...]

We all were bound to be here at least two months. It has been little more than a week and almost half of us are dead.

What's the hurry? Why is the staff working so hard to kill us all so quickly?

[modissty]

[Reasons why Shijima is still mostly okay and everyone else is stabbed or blown up or on fire, probably.]

A good rule of thumb. We'll likely need to do another sweep of the place later to see if any other explosives have been left around...

[liven]

The already exploded people can do that check. That way they can put their life lesson of being more careful into practice.

[ im so sorry she is what she is ]

[newlugers]

[ with a pinched expression on his face, he sets himself down in a chair. This is gonna hurt. But a lot's happened this morning, and the pain just means he's still alive, he supposes. He'd rather have a stab wound in his leg than be human chili spilled all over the floor of the viewing station. ]

Oh, yeah... I guess a samurai would know that kind of thing. [ well, time to start alcoholing his wound. he rolls up one pantleg to reveal a fairly nasty-looking gash on his lower leg. ] This is shaping up to be one hell of a day. That old guy that lives in my room, Dickson... He was dead when I woke up.

[modissty]

[Shijimas gonna Shijima... At least he's kinda-sorta used to it(ish?!) by now.]

Are any of them even able to move? I haven't seen the damage myself, yet.

[modissty]

I don't have an answer to that... Unless the timing estimation was off, I can't understand why they would be in such a rush to kill us. Or perhaps we've simply posed more of a threat to them than they had anticipated?

[He doesn't sound certain, though... Especially because they're all a bunch of bumbling morons and it's hard to imagine that anyone might find that alarming.]

[karachan]

[ HE HAS HAD BETTER DAYS...

lucky for Sakyou, he's one of the rare few people that Ookurikara doesn't really mind. So he has no real qualms about answering...even if the tone of voice in which he does is less than pleasant. Not that he has the capacity to ever really be pleasant BUT he definitely sounds more aggressive than he has thus far. ] No.

I don't want anyone to touch me. [ He is eyeing Sakyou a bit and is purposefully keeping Mitsutada's sword close to his chest. ] I don't know who did it, but no one prevented it either. So as far as I'm concerned, everyone is just as guilty about his death.

[modissty]

[Sakyou will hover nearby, just in case he's needed for more immediate tending... Keeping an eye out on the rest of the room too though, to make sure none of these hooligans die on his watch.]

Mm. [HIS KNOWLEDGE IS QUESTIONABLE, JUST RUN STEVE.] —He was? [But that's a surprise.] Was he stabbed as well? That's... the third body that's turned up.

[liven]

Alfendi can move.

[ a shrug. ]

I do not know about the others, because I do not know who else got blown up...

[estimated]

[ so after all of that, dazai's ended up with similar symptoms of illness — but because kuri indirectly took one for the team, all dazai has is a cut across his cheek. anyway, he'll seat himself right next to kuri, setting his pack of bandages on the counter in front of him, because he can't just let him go untreated. ]

Are you going to treat your wounds?

[estimated]

[ since the trail does manage to pique his curiosity, dazai pushes himself up to his feet and decides to see where the trail leads, stepping outside of the room to follow it.

where does it lead? ]

[karachan]

[ Oregon Trail lives on...

and lucky enough, Dazai is also one of the rare few that Ookurikara doesn't mind. If Mitsutada knew them, then they were generally fine in his book. WITH THAT SAID, he sighs and shifts his position, looking over the wounds he's sustained. ] I don't really do that.

He would always do it for me. So I don't really feel like doing it myself. [ UGH that really bothered him to say. ]

[estimated]

[ look... they went to go investigate together? and oregon trail sticks together until death comes for one of them, but there's no avoiding that.

he does sigh, but out of concern. after all, he can't imagine that any of this is easy on ookurikara right now. ]

Then, I'll do it for you. If we're going to find who did this to him, letting yourself waste away isn't going to help you.

[karachan]

[ There's a moment of hesitation before Ookurikara seems to relent...his position has adjusted enough to allow Dazai to treat what he likes, though he's still gripping Mitsutada's sword in particular pretty tightly. He'll move around if Dazai instructs him to but other than that, he'll most likely receive no help. ]

Fine. He would want that too...I guess. [ HE KNOWS that Mitsutada would want him to be treated properly at least...so it's within his wishes which helps him be slightly more cooperative -- ]

[estimated]

[ to be honest, he's pretty used to dealing with this kind of behavior, so it's really no inconvenience at all — especially since dazai will probably want him to turn this way and that until he's bandaged the worst of his injuries, and since ookurikara is discovering his inner cooperation skills... things will be okay. ]

Hold out your arm, then.

[ and if he does, dazai will immediately set on bandaging it, firmly wrapping the gauze around and around. as he does, however, he'll ask something else. ]

That's not the worst of your injuries, I'm guessing?

[karachan]

No. There's a few on my chest but everything else is visible.

[ Up and down his arms, some lesser ones on his face that don't look TOO bad but most the damage was done to his torso since he was facing forward and reaching out to grab Mitsutada when the explosion went off. In fact, he's favoring his left since it was his right arm and the right of his torso that suffered the most. ]

Here. [ He'll remove his jacket and roll up the stained red, white shirt he typically wears. Most of the bad damage is on his lower right arm, but there's a particularly nasty looking mess of wounds over his ribs on his right.

As much as he tries to hide it, he's wincing whenever he moves his arm. ]