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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a rather alarming reason

[judgejudy]

[ If you're staying in apartments one, three, five, seven, or eight, your apartment is currently on fire.

Apartments one and three have relatively minor fires, and the lit blankets can be put out with water from the kitchenette's sink.

Apartments five and seven have moderate fires. Characters who choose to fight these fires may be injured in the process of doing so with a first degree burn or smoke inhalation.

Apartment eight has a rather large fire, and anyone staying in this apartment will have injuries ranging from smoke inhalation to second degree burns. You may need to ask Judy for help putting it out. ]

apartment #3

[injectors]

[Yup. That sure is a fire. And this sure is their apartment slowly being consumed by it.

Angel won't so much get out of bed as much as she stumbles out of it, nearly tripping over her own two feet with the speed she jumps up and away from the flames. She'll only take a second to verify that nobody is a charred, crispy corpse, before half-shouting, half-croaking—]

Everyone, get up—! The fire's still small, we must put it out now!

[GOTTA SAVE THEIR SHIT?? SOMEONE SAVE THEIR SHIT FROM A CRISPY DEATH.

Though, uh. Curiously... Angel seems to be wearing a collar she didn't have on before going to bed the other night. She'll notice this once she's not freaking out over fires, don't worry. :)]

apartment #7

[selfsufficiency]

[Fire, why is there fire, why is everything on fire.

...so, yeah, this is an unpleasant wakeup call. Alice wakes from slumber and immediately inhales a mouthful of smoke, which is bad enough on its own, but worse when coupled with how nauseous she still feels thanks to having a pool party in the fountain.

What a pain.]

This is- [don't mind her hacking up a lung] ...probably our cue to get the hell out of here... everyone get up!

apartment #1

[heroizes]

[ If Jack is honest here, he's not super hating the fact that his room is a little, uh. Roomier. He finally managed to get the sweetass couch bed, so you know? He had a good night's sleep. No waking up stiff today because he slept on the floor, thanks.

He wakes up blearily at first and rubs at his face as he sits up, but slowly, he realizes something is amiss. He looks up, squinting towards the kitchen, because is that— ]

What the fuck—

[ Oh, whoops, he let a curse slip, but he feels it's pretty fair. Jack is awake pretty quickly once he realizes what he's smelling is smoke. He scrambles up quickly and runs into the kitchenette to quickly scramble through the cabinets to look for a bowl or something to put water in. ]

Hey, Hey, assholes, wake up! We've got a situation here!

apartment #8

[grimdeity]

[ you know, rose really didn't expect to awake to the place on fire. it's really not her element. the heavy smoke in the air and heat combined with a stab wound to her left side make for quite the wake up call. stumblingly to standing, she tries to side-step the growing flames.

where's john egbert and his shitty wind powers when you actually need them, huh. ]

Wh-- Oh, fuck. All right, time to-- [ cough WHY IS THERE SO MUCH FIRE ] -- go, unless you like-- [ more coughing, cutting off any witty remarks.

instead of heading right for the door, rose grabs her notebook with pen and knitting needles from her sleeping place and heads toward where the bed is to make sure hitsugi at least is up and at 'em. guy and mitsutada are big boys who can handle themselves. no one probably taught rose lalonde fire safety tbh. ]

viewing stage / operating theater

[tearable]

[ Doesn't take a rocket scientist or a woman with a PhD in 1900s America to realize that someone clearly has to be dead. The systematic bullshit they've gone through puts less on good faith and more on bad luck. So, Elizabeth pessimistically anticipates finding a damn body. Took all of her strength to stop hacking up her lung (this is bad coming from a new smoker) and find her way through all of the shit to the viewing stage. What will Elizabeth see? ]

[judgejudy]

[ A lot of blood. Like a lot. Because the body inside it is in pieces. ]

technology lab

[selfsufficiency]

[Having spotted Elizabeth heading downstairs, Alice decides to launch her own investigation - mainly of the technology lab, because as she knows from experience, there sure are a lot of sharp tools in there that could be used to seriously hurt someone, should a fight break out there.

It's early enough. Maybe if someone's in the process of cutting off a corpse's foot, she'll see them-? Or maybe not. But there's only one way to find out.

What will she see?]

[judgejudy]

[ There's blood pretty much everywhere. In the center of all of the blood and mayhem, there's one man's corpse. It would probably be pretty obvious who it is, but just so I can make everyone sweat, why not take a closer look, Alice? ]

cafeteria/kitchen

[injectors]

[The fire and the newly acquired collar on her neck have her nerves completely in pieces (very much like Veronica, jesus), but she somehow finds the strength to get out of her apartment and make her way towards the bottom floor. Her thoughts are somewhat disjointed, trying to think of tools she could use to get this damned thing off her neck — but. Well.

Is she going to dip her feet into some corpse salsa as she makes her way into the cafeteria to get to the kitchen?]

[judgejudy]

[ Luckily, no! She'll find the cafeteria and kitchen blissfully free of corpse salsa or people stew. Go eat some wheaties to celebrate, Angel. ]

[jackhole]

[ rhys is kind of desperately seeking some answers to this damn collar situation here and considering the fact he hasn't seen anyone else with a collar yet, he's slowly starting to panic more. the zaps that keep going through him every few seconds are just making him freak out more and he'll still bleeding pretty badly through his shirt but.

but.

when he stumbles into the kitchen, blood covered hands trying to hold his shirt to his wound, his eyes flick around to spot angel and oh!!! ]

Angel...! What is that?!

floor 1 + bar/lounge (not investigation)

[modissty]

[SO, after some of the smoke has settled (literally and metaphorically), Sakyou will be rushing down to the bar to get some good ol' alcohol, the Best Disinfectant Ever, and trying to herd anyone else who seems injured that way. Time to grit your teeth and deal with injuries being doused in alcohol! Sakyou himself is now sporting a bloody shoulder, but he can at least still function enough to try helping others.]

Does anyone have a needle and thread?

[GOOD LUCK TEAM.]

(ooc; injured can feel free to use this as a mingle!)

[newlugers]

[ do you need steve's shoe to get it open ]

[ he makes his way down there, too, although his intentions are undoubtedly less noble than Sakyou's... He's mostly looking for evidence, at this point, actually, but a beer probably wouldn't hurt, either (not that the robo-bartender will even serve him.) There's a slight limp to his walk, although he's doing a pretty decent job of hiding it. ]

Not that kind of guy. [ a grimace. ] But somebody around here must have some.

[becauseimacoward]

[Dojima joins the growing group. Looks like Apartment #4 had its own trouble, too. Here comes, with a deep stab wound on his leg, the one that wasn't wounded with glass weeks ago]

Hey. Get that alcohol over here, will you?

[He's going to need disinfecting over here. Apparently being stabbed makes people grouchy.

Dojima also brings some antibiotics. They're almost finished, but there's enough for one or two stabbed people]

[tearable]

[ And here we go, Elizabeth was definitely going to hobble in with the her blood soaked hand clutching at her hip/side. She would have asked for Bigby's help, but he seemed to have his own problems so... she is going to go handle it herself but - nope.

GUESS WHO ALSO STILL HAS HER PILLOW OF BULLSHIT THAT SHE TOOK FROM HER APARTMENT? Which included: sewing kit and first aid kit. ]

Not much but should be enough - oh, jeez. How many of us got attacked?!

[betraitor]

Not me. We may just have to improvise.

[though it sure would help. the combination of having been stabbed in the back and bleeding quite a bit and trying to help put out a fire doesn't exactly have him in the best shape.

alvin coughs a couple of times, following it up with a wince because unsurprisingly, muscles in his back tensing that way hurts like hell. he can't really help himself too much either, considering he can't see or comfortably reach it. a+]

library

[unnames]

[Oh boy oh boy investigating--that is, Alice? is getting far far away from the fires and the bleeding people and the chaos and mayhem???

The library should be safe, right...

At the very least, he has to check on the books, the books didn't do anything to anyone.]

[judgejudy]

[ They did not! Thankfully, the library is still safe and sound. ]

atrium

[estimated]

[ with all of these fires, today's off to a Great Start. but after apartment 3's handled their minor fire problem, he heads out to conduct some further investigations.

naturally, he'll be headed towards one of the more spacious places to check: the atrium. which corpse salsa awaits him... ]

[judgejudy]

[ Wow, the fountain sure is a bright red today. It also looks like there are two things floating in the water... ]

commissary

[liven]

[ ugh whatever. shijima has anything she'd nicked from the commissary on her person now, or she's put it elsewhere, and...whatever sheets/bedding in seven weren't aflame. she's just briefly darting into the commissary to check if there's anything remotely relevant to her continued need to bandage people's cuts.

GUESS MAYBE ALCOHOL CAN CLEAN THEM, WHATEVER. ]

Who has those bandages...

[ mutter mutter grumble. but yeah she'll check things out while she's zipping through here ig. she'll be extremely careful as she goes because she's a cat and a ninja and a paranoid fuck, honestly, and if anything pings her as dangerous she's out of there and back to her roomies. ]

[judgejudy]

[ Thankfully, the commissary is free of anything strange! ]

gym

[mansplains]

[Communitypizza.gif]

[....Guy's going to check out the gym]

[judgejudy]

[ The gym doesn't have anything strange about it. No explosions in here, alas. ]

rec room

[puffing]

[ after doing who the hell knows what to put out the fire in apartment #7, the now covered in soot sheriff makes his way to the recreation room for the sole purpose of making sure one of the few things he cares about is okay. the pool table. considering the apartment floor had smoke pouring out into the halls, he didn't know if things had spread across the entire complex.

so let's start with that.

anything off that may be immediately apparent in the rec room? ]

[judgejudy]

[ Nope! Everything is where it should be in the rec room. Grab yourself some smokes as a reward, Bigby.

Oh, wait, you have all of them already. ]

community bathrooms

[selfdenying]

[This is hell. This has to be. Alfendi is no man of faith, but he doesn't know how else to describe it. Every time he thinks it can't get worse, it does. He's been stabbed, he's been burnt, he has a scar across his nose that will last forever, his mind is split into two...what's next? He's afraid to even think about it.]

[He wanders over to the bathrooms, pausing for a moment before peering in, thinking somebody might be inside, maybe - is there anything off around this place?]

[judgejudy]

[ There certainly is. Though there's not very much blood, there is definitely a girl's body laying on the bathroom floor. Even from a distance, it's easy to see her limbs bent at odd angles and discolored, as if she were beaten with something. ]

[adlucem]

[So, it turns out that having one foot makes you kinda sorta useless.

Well, maybe that's not true for everyone. Maybe that's only the case for idiots who think using a power saw on your ankle is no big deal and that antibiotics are a futuristic mystery. Unfortunately, Leo is one of those idiots, and he's not going to be able to do a whole lot to help. It's frustrating, and it's his own damn fault, which is even more frustrating, and basically Leo is grumpy.

When it seems like Dojima's not about to keel over dead, Leo will start the very long, painful process of hauling himself up. With the makeshift walking sticks (i.e. broken pool cues) fashioned for him by a particularly kind soul, he's at least able to attempt moving around--though he's so slow and awkward about it that you can probably catch him long before he gets to his destination, if you need him. He'll probably fall over a few times, too. Good job Leo.

He'll peek into the apartments as he passes, checking on people to make sure no one else has dropped dead in the chaos. He won't call out, though, and as much as he wants to, he won't make his way downstairs to check on the wounded. He's not sure he'd ever get back up the stairs again if he did.

Instead, he heads for the stairwell, making his way up instead of down. Sooner or later (let's be honest, it's later) he'll make it to the library, and he doesn't bother trying to peruse the shelves for something interesting. He sits down (or rather, topples ungracefully with a loud curse at the pain) by the bookshelf nearest to the door, immediately pulling as many as he can off the shelves he can reach.

Soon, he's got a few decent stacks surrounding him, forming something like a literary barricade. That done, he starts to read--and that's where he's going to stay for as long as he possibly can. Who needs food when you've got books?]

announcement

[judgejudy]

[ After a light tone, Judy's voice will speak throughout the complex. ]

Good morning. I regret to inform you that one of your Security Officers, Dickson has been murdered.

It seems that the stress may be getting to you, Residents. I hope that you will be able to find at least one of last night's four killers this afternoon.

talking to judy... kind of

[selfsufficiency]

[The announcement stops Alice dead in her tracks, and she listens to Judy's voice - the more she speaks, the more annoyed she looks, though, and she abandons what she's doing to drag herself over to the nearest terminal.]

security officer?
SECURITY OFFICER?
what does that even MEAN