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. :)]

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? ]

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!

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?]

[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!

[judgejudy]

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

[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? ]

[tearable]

[ I need to talk to HR about this.

Elizabeth immediately fucking scrambles inside - nearly slipping as she tries to find any distinguishing feature. Elizabeth's covering her mouth trying to fight back vomit.

Can she see anything noteworthy? ]

[selfsufficiency]

[Yeah, sure, why not. Alice isn't squeamish about blood. Over to the corpse she goes!

And just because she's kind of a jerk, she'll nudge the body with a foot. It's not like he's going to be getting up or anything, but she doesn't want to get blood all over her hands...]

[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!]

[judgejudy]

[ The corpse is in several pieces. It's extremely messy, and though the cuts are fairly clean, they're not perfectly so. All of the limbs have been severed (and some even further than that), and the head has also been severed.

When she goes to look, it's clearly Veronica. ]

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. ]

[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.

[judgejudy]

[ When she approaches, it's clear that this is Paladin Danse. His jugular has been very roughly cut open, hence all the blood. Nearby, there's a very bloody saw. ]

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?]

[tearable]

[ Aaaaand she's going to be sick. She absolutely adds to the gross ass nasty puddles of blood. It takes a few minutes of sobbing and choking before she wipes away anything from the corner of her lips, heavily sighing as she stumbles around - frantically, Elizabeth is looking at the operating theater and then back to the viewing stage for anything - foot prints, dropped items... anything out of the ordinary for a corpse salsa. ]

[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. ]

[judgejudy]

[ As with so many of the murders in the operating theater, there's really not much to look at.

However, not far from the body, there's a big gob of (dry) spit. Was it Veronica's or was it the killer's? You decide. ]

[selfsufficiency]

[Well that's just peachy.

She'll examine his wound in more detail for later, but for now, she's going to get a closer look at the saw. Is there anything unusual about it, other than all the blood?]

[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?

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. ]

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!)

[tearable]

[ Am I really going to go scrape that glob? What the fuck. How would Liz even find it? Why would she think anything of it? This is a series of questions I don't have the answers too but sure, why the fuck not.

Is there anything she can scrape it up with....? ]