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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[modissty]

I'd like to think I could pay you back properly someday.

[THIS ISN'T FOR DRINKING, STEVE... Which at least probably becomes clear once he turns to hold a bar towel out, too.]

Do you need help cleaning?

[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...

[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.

[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]

[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.