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. :)]

[newlugers]

What?

[ comes the whiny don't-wake-me-up-mom call of one Mr. Burnside as he forces himself awake. Doing so becomes a lot easier once he becomes aware of the smoke and the smell of something burning. He's quick to fling himself from the couch onto his feet, take one look at the fire, then -- ]

Angel, the blankets! Now!

[injectors]

I'm on it!

[With no time to waste, she rips the blankets off their sleeping arrangements before the fire can spread to anything else. Her intent is clear; she plans to stomp the smaller ones out and douse the rest out with the faucet — but she doesn't get very far from the bed.

Not with the sudden, audible jolt of electricity coming from her collar. It's far too familiar, but familiarity doesn't do shit to keep her from dropping the (still burning) sheets on her foot and then ramming her elbow into the wall as she takes a sudden step back. Sorry, Steve. Give her a second and she'll be of more use here. Maybe.]

[newlugers]

[ ok, what the fuck. Steve has no idea what's wrong with her - he just woke up and is rather preoccupied with the actual fire in their room, so he hasn't noticed the collar - but tacks that onto the list of things to worry about. Once the blaze is no longer blazing, anyway.

The good news is that he is actually fairly quick-thinking and reliable in an emergency. Angel stumbles, but he's quick to rush forward when she does, snatching the burning blankets away as quick as he can (hope your toes didn't get too burned there) and shoving them into the sink gracelessly. He wrenches the faucet on and hopes to god it's not a grease fire. ]

How the hell did this happen?! Did that geezer forget to put out his cigar or something?

[ speaking of, that geezer sure is sleeping pretty soundly in his bed, isn't he...? maybe someone ought to check on him... ]

merging!!

[estimated]

[ so he's just going to watch angel and steve take care of the fire, because thankfully, the fire didn't seem too threatening? and they seem to have it under control now, after shoving the burning blankets into the sink and allowing the faucet to run.

but since they both seem to be busy in the kitchen, dazai speaks up. ]

I'll check.

[ and then, he'll reach right over and give dickson's shoulder a careful nudge, with his hand. the floor is a spacious place to sleep. ]

Dickson? Are you awake?

[estimated]

[ with all of this going on, staying asleep proves to be a little more challenging than usual. not that he wants to stay asleep when there's a fire in the middle of their apartment, even if it's this minor. but as far as dazai's concerned, none of them are charred, crispy corpses — yet.

so he sits up from his sleeping place on the floor, rubbing a sleeve across his eyes. it sure smells like smoke, and he's still taking his sweet time. ]

What's going on? What happened?

[ it doesn't take much to figure out that there's something burning in their room, but he also wants to know why it's there, which is something that none of them have the answer to. ]

[injectors]

[It's not the same jolt as before, but there are small shocks of electricity running through her body even as she turns to Dazai. The sheets are in the process of being taken cared of, but for now—]

We don't know, but someone seems to have set our apartment on fire. Please — get on your feet now.

[And there is still shit set on fire, so she's grinding her teeth and trying to make sure nobody suffers a heat death here? God. Save them all.]

[estimated]

[ but when he looks around, the fire doesn't seem too big, so while he'd be more alert if it were a larger fire, this one's fine. however, he doesn't want to keep her waiting, so he quickly scrambles up to his feet. ]

I'm up!

[ safe... and eventually down the road, we know that their fire was put out, thanks to angel's and steve's resourcefulness.

so instead, he makes a pointing gesture at his own neck (which only has his usual bandages wrapped around it), and then tilts his head to the side. ]

Angel, right here. Did you have that before? [ the collar, he means. ]

[injectors]

[Resourcefulness, or flailing. It's up for debate. But when he points out the new addition to her outfit, her expression turns deeply uncomfortable.]

... I didn't.

[The control collar she arrived with is tucked away where she can't see it, so it's not like she's in the habit of wearing something like this to bed. It's making her feel anxious and jittery and trapped — but there's no point in freaking out.]

Whoever set the fire in our room must have placed it on me.

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!

uses inappropriate icons

[tearable]

[ Luckily, she's low to the ground with sleeping on the floor. With the smoke billowing up towards the ceiling, Elizabeth stirs calmly from her slumber to Alice's words and with a few blinks and heavy sighs, she sits up immediately and scrambles painfully to her knees. It's then that she realizes that she had a deep stab wound in her hip staining through her blouse. She winces. ]

A-Ah...? H-Hey! What the hell happened?!

[ She's trying to usher everyone up with Alice's help, but there's some uh... desperate grabs for her pillow and stuffing a few items inside of it before grabbing her crossbow. ]

[selfsufficiency]

[WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON HER ADOPTED ROOMIE, WHAT THE HELL.

Alice doesn't seem too pleased to see this new development - she's 100% sure that was not there when Liz went to sleep - and she makes a noise of aggravation under her breath.]

I don't know, but - what happened to you? You're bleeding!

[...sorry Alfendi, Bigby, and Shijima - she's just going to try and nudge you into getting up and at 'em with her foot. At leas it's not a full-force kick?

[liven]

[ shijima dodges the nudge, immediately slamming onto her feet.

she pats her pockets down - yep still has everything she wants - before glancing over to...liz and alice. oh my god.

time to grab whatever bedding is left because GUESS MORE BANDAGES WILL BE NEEDED. ]

Hm. We need to murder someone for this. Out we go? Grab anything relevant. We'll see to any injuries after we're outside.

[puffing]

[ definitely going to dodge the nudge as well, because what is sleeping heavy when the entire room is on fire and he's covered in wounds that weren't from immediate stabbings? Bigby sits up from the floor that he was sleeping on as well (you're welcome Alfendi), looking at the flames begin to consume the room. ]

What the fuck? Hell no. Try and put out the damn fires! Do you guys really trust sleeping somewhere else at this point!?

[ THE BED. save the bed, or else Shijima will go on a murder spree of her own. Bigby scrambles to his feet, reaching for some of the blankets that he and Elizabeth had been sleeping on. he throws them over a corner where the fire seems to be roaring, hoping to snuff it out by kicking his legs. ]

Need to find the damn source of the it―

[ and then he turns to see that Elizabeth's blouse is covered in red. ]

―and what the fucking hell happened to you? Are you alright!?

[ cue him getting distracted and the end of his pants getting set aflame. oops. ]

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!

[betraitor]

What the—dammit!

[at least the combination of the yelling, the heat from the fire, and the pain in his back isn't keeping alvin asleep.

and yet despite all that, even though a cough from the smoke, he quips.]

More of a sabotage than a situation, if you ask me! What the hell happened last night? [he's coming (or, well, groggily stumbling) to help, though he's a bit hindered by the fresh stab wound right next to his right shoulder blade.

it's fine, this is fine!]

[heroizes]

I have no goddamn idea!

[ Jack is filling up a bowl as quickly as he can, though while doing so, he's definitely just trying to stomp out the fire, because, you know, maybe that'll help. He looks to Alvin as he approaches with a look of mild panic, though a spot of red catches his eye. ]

Woah- Woah, uh, you're bleeding?

[betraitor]

I knew it hurt, but—

[he can't exactly see it, he just knows it hurts like hell. he's a trooper, though.]

It won't kill me, let's get the fire out first and figure out the rest later! [with the kitchen space pretty small, it's not like they can do too much, so he'll grab one of his scarves and a pair of boots.

he can at least try to stomp it out a bit himself, though it probably won't do too much.]

[heroizes]

[ Jack nods and motions for Alvin to come help out, since at least their apartment was lucky enough to have one of the smaller fires. The bowl is almost full, so he's just kind of waiting for that, but he shakes his head as he tries to smother the fire the old fashioned way with Alvin. ]

Jesus— This- Christ, we haven't even left the damn room yet and this is already a lot!

[ The bowl is full, so Jack quickly grabs it, and there's not much warning before he pours it on the blanket. It gets a lot of the fire, but he starts filling up another bowl anyways. They'll probably be able to stomp out the rest. ]

[jackhole]

[ okay on one hand, score, he got to sleep with his #bae but on the other hand, his fucking stomach hurts?? which means as jack starts yelling, rhys stirs, feeling incredibly groggy as he pushes to sit up next to jack and --

oh, his shirt is covered in blood.

he doesn't even look at the fire yet, just letting out a uhhhh as he slowly lifts the front of his shirt to reveal a really long, still bleeding slash across his stomach. ow.

he lets out a whimper of pain then, biting into his lip and trying not to panic, especially when he feels something on his throat. when he lifts his hand upwards, there's a collar around his neck. two for one, score! ]

... J-Jack.

[heroizes]

[ Jack hadn't exactly noticed the state Rhys was in, considering the fire had taken his attention a bit more. He's trying to stomp out the fire on the blanket when he hears Rhys's voice. The whine doesn't exactly catch his attention any more than it usually might, since it's kind of Rhys's default tone, but when he looks over, his eyes widen in surprise. ]

What- Uhhh, this isn't funny Rhys, what's with the new jewelr- Ow, fuck!

[ He'd been so surprised that he'd kind of stopped tending to the fire, so he gets interrupted by the fire getting a little too warm near his neck. He takes a few quick steps back, then returns to the water plan. ]

Ahhh, god dammit, just- Just hang on a sec!

[jackhole]

[ rhys' eyes flick towards the fire and then alvin and he knows, well, he knows he's not gonna be much help. so he starts pushing up to stand, hand moving to cover over his slash and getting blood spilling through his fingers in the process as he hisses. he sways warily on the spot when --

bzzt.

his newfangled collar seems to buzz then with an electric shock, which gets his heart beating faster and he lets out a swear as his other hand goes to tug at it. ]

I have to -- I have to go see why... [ another buzz and he jumps, stumbling towards the door. ] Jack, be careful. Please.

[ and then out he's going to leave alvin and jack to deal with the fire because LOOK... HE KNOWS HE'LL JUST FUCK IT UP. ]

[heroizes]

[ Jack is pretty preoccupied with the damn fire, so he doesn't pay as much attention to Rhys as he gets up until he's at the door. He looks his way again, but this time, he sees the blood on Rhys's stomach instead of just the collar. ]

Woah, Rhys, buddy, you should—

[ Jack starts to call out to him to ask him to stay instead, but again, the fire takes priority. Rhys stumbles out, and Jack curses loudly, since this is already turning into a stressful morning. He'll go after Rhys first thing once this is out, just to make sure the guy doesn't bleed out or whatever. ]

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. ]