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

Comments

[liven]

That's not particularly surprising. Did you not proceed with caution...? Everything is on fire, you know.

[ she ignores his attempts to push her off and feels his head so she can be sure it's not, like, a life-threatening concussion. ]

Think of it as an important life lesson, I suppose.

[selfdenying]

So what? It was a dead body, I had to investigate, I didn't think there would be a bomb, for crying out loud!

[He groans - he doesn't want to be treated like a baby, even if Shijima is older than him.]

I don't give a damn about a life lesson. Honestly, Shijima, I'm fine. My head's killing me, but what's new, huh?

[He sighs - honestly, he's slowly realizing that he could've died. This bomb could've killed him. He's still alive. Somehow, he's still alive.]

Shijima...she was...beaten. With something, I don't know, but it wasn't a clean kill at all. What the hell is wrong with these staff people?!

[liven]

Everything. Also, you've a concussion, I think...we can rest here until you can stand, I suppose.

[ pats his head awkwardly. she's terrible at comfort and shouldn't try. ]

Have any of the kills truly been "clean", I wonder?

[selfdenying]

At least it's just a concussion.

[He says, quietly. His heart keeps pounding, and he feels a keen sense of fear he knows is familiar, but he can't exactly pinpoint. The fear of death. He hates it.]

Well, no, but this one was brutal enough to break most of her limbs.

[liven]

You're the only one who got to see the condition of the body, I'm afraid. But I will take your word for it. Do you feel up to moving? We should have you drink some water, probably.

[ ugh why is everyone injured!!!!! ]

[selfdenying]

...Yeah. Yeah, I am.

[He nods, slowly moving to push himself up - he winces a lot when he presses on his left hand, but he manages to use the wall to help himself onto his feet. He feels very dizzy.]

Just give me a second. [He swallows.] Water would be good. And someone needs to stitch up my hand, I'm not going to just walk around with this thing bleeding all over me.

[liven]

Yes, yes...I'll see to the hand while we get you a cup of water to drink.

[ a sigh. she will let him balance off of her if need be, too. ]

I know I said I'd throw my lot in with all of you, but really...I had to pick the group most likely to be injured, didn't I...? Oh well...

[selfdenying]

Hey, at least we're all alive. Can't say that about the other groups, right?

[He lets out a laugh, but it's a hollow one. He doesn't know how long this whole "being alive" thing will last. He'd honestly though he'd be dead, today. He leans on her as he walks forward, grimacing at the salsa of coprse meat around them. Ugh.]

We're survivors.

[liven]

Well, true. Let's try to keep it that way, shall we...?

[ TIME TO GO PATCH YOU UP, BAD ALFENDI. ]