week zero

[judgejudy]

DAY 0 Complex Population: 36 ( September 30 - October 1 ) You awake as if from a deep sleep. The first thing you might notice are colors, since you'll find yourself sitting in a pretty garish room. This looks like a restaurant or cafeteria of some kind, but for now, there's no food in sight. At least you're not alone. There are 35 other people here, and they're all stirring too, probably looking just as confused as you are. As you wake, you're also likely to feel a heaviness on your ankle, and as you look down, you'll see what looks like some kind of ankle monitor strapped there. Just as you might start to question where you are, a voice speaks up from an intercom system. It's a calm, cool female voice. "Good morning, residents. Welcome to the Complex. We hope that you enjoy your time here. We'd like to thank you for choosing to stay with us." Choose? Did you really choose to be here? Try as you might to recall that event, you certainly have no memory of that, though as you start to think, other gaps in your memory may appear... But there's no time to think of those, since the calm voice continues without pause. "My name is Judy, and I'll be providing for your basic needs during your stay. You may contact me through any terminal in the Complex, though I may not always be able to answer immediately depending on what I may be attending to. As we are busy setting up for your stay still, it may be up to twenty-four hours before I can respond to any inquiries. For now, let's review your rooming assignments..." Judy begins to drone on, calling out names as she lists off rooms and who is assigned to them, but no matter how you might protest, it seems like she doesn't hear you. Looks like you better get familiar with these people, since it sounds like you could be rooming with up to four of them. "Finally, I would like to remind all residents that there are restrictions on both occupancy and a curfew. Apartments may not house any more than five people, and mandatory curfew begins at 11PM. However, these systems are not quite operational yet, so we will allow these rules to be broken until the proper systems are back online. We expect this to take no longer than three days, so you may enjoy this freedom responsibly until Monday evening." Where you've woken up is a strange place, and many doors are locked, but there's at least some places open for exploration. There are also plenty of people seemingly stuck in the same situation as you, so they might be worth getting to know. After all, who knows how long you'll be here? — Welcome to 62! This is our first post, and it acts as a general mingle to start off the game. Check out the setting, make toplevels, and tag around. For now, Judy won't be able to be contacted (she's very busy, you know), so this is a general CR building post before we dive into the game proper. The first night post will be on Sunday, so if you have a role, you should have already been contacted. This will begin the normal schedule as described here. There will be another day post on Monday, and this is where characters will have an opportunity to talk to Judy. In addition, as she mentioned, there will be a mandated curfew to go along with the rooming restrictions, but these won't be in effect until the next game post on Monday. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts! Finally, remember that if your character would like to use the commissary to note what they're taking!

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[heroizes]

friday, cafeteria (waking up)

[ Jack actually waits until the message finishes before he speaks, though it might be because of disbelief over anything else. He actually looks offended at what he's hearing, but by the time she starts droning on about the apartments, Jack starts to interrupt. His name was one of the first ones said, so he's not interested anymore. ]

What- What, seriously? Can you believe this?

[ Jack shakes his head as he looks your way, then it's back up towards the intercom. ]

This is a load of crap, lady! I- Look, I know I didn't sign up for this? I've, well, I've kind of got a moon to save? Biiiig friggin' laser gonna blow it to pieces, all the people on it dying, kinda gonna ruin everyone's day?

[ He'll at least wait once she says the last bit, though he groans out in frustration and pulls at his face. Though he's quick to look back your way, though his expression is still exasperated as he starts to stand. ]

Hey— Look, you remember how you got here, buddy?

friday, apartment #1 (evening)

[ Probably not, as it turns out, because come evening, Jack is heading to his assigned apartment pretty dutifully. With no apparent way out, he at least has to sleep. He guesses. So whether you're a new roomie or just a visitor, Jack definitely pauses once he opens the door. He steps into the entryway, if such a space could be called that, and looks around with a low whistle. ]

Uh... Wow. Really going for the. Space-efficient look.

[ Then, it dawns on him how many people are supposed to be in here, and he adds: ]

Waitwaitwait, four other people are gonna be in here? That's— Ohhhh, no way is that happening.

[ Is it? You be the judge. ]

saturday, kitchen (morning)

[ So it's fairly early in the morning when Jack gets up, and I have a tradition to keep here. He's immediately going to scrounge around in the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, because really, he's not partial to this whole food dispensing system. Kind of weird. And untrustworthy. So instead, he could just make his own meal, right?

Well, maybe. He seems to be considering that too, since as he opens up cabinents, he just leaves them all open, showing off the canned and not super appetizing food inside. He's determined, though. He'll look through every can if he has to, since he's hoping to find something appealing.

If you're also coming by the kitchen on Saturday morning, he'll peer up from where he's crouching in front of a cabinet, though it's quick to go back to work. ]

Heyyyy, kiddo. [ You might not be a kiddo, but "kiddo" is happening anyways. ] Uh, the options here kinda blow, but. Help me look? I dunno, maybe there's something not crap in here somewhere?

wildcard

[ hit me up and make your own prompt suckas ]

saturday

[antietam]

[ Likewise, Adam is also suspicious about getting trays of food so he has much the same idea.

Except by the time he enters, Jack has done his job for him. ] What do you mean? What else do you want? [ Well ok, canned food isn't the best but he's used to it so whatever. ]

If you don't want it canned, you might as well get it from the cafeteria.

[heroizes]

[ Jack turns a can in his hand with a sigh, since, yeah, this is just sad? Super sad. When was the last time he even ate canned food? He's not that poor anymore, Christ. ]

I mean, I dunno, actual—

[ He cuts himself off though as he looks up again at Adam's suggestion, but he stands at this point. ]

...Okay, I mean, true, but. Have you seen that cafeteria food? Like, granted, we're not workin' with luxury here, but... C'mon. Even this canned crap is better than that. Gotta be.

kitchen!

[modissty]

[WOW he's not a kiddo, he's a ronin??

But he's also polite, so even though he's 1) confused and 2) sleepy and also 3) not well-versed in the art of modern kitchenry at all, he'll step over into the room once he's spoken to anyway.]

I can't say that I'll be much help to you... But if you let me know what you're looking for, I'll see if I can find it.

[All these cans look the same though, what the heck. He picks some type of canned hash up, making a distinctly disconcerted face, like he wants to say is this even edible.]

[heroizes]

[ Oh, yes, score. In Sakyou's case, part of why Jack had spoken up may or may not have been because, well. He's a simple guy. Sakyou is pretty attractive, soooo. Might as well get her to stick around, he figures? Chicks totally dig a guy that can cook.

...Not that he can really cook. But, you know. Fake it 'till you make it. ]

Uh, well, that's. Kind of the problem? Like this is all food, but, y'know, really crappy food. I just want some breakfast, personally. Like, uh-

[ He considers it, then nods. ]

Yeah, like pancakes? Even a friggin' food pantry craphole has to have pancake mix, right?

time for breakfast

[jackhole]

[ so, his jacket is gone because he used it as a pillow last night and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, but his suit is overall pretty rumpled. combined with the disheveled hair, the black eye, and the cut on his forehead -- rhys doesn't look so good. it's even worse when all of these injuries are self-inflicted, honestly.

he's starving though, not having eaten the day before and he stumbles into the kitchen, desperate for coffee and some other form of sustenance. he also hates being awake this early but he just couldn't stay there with those people any longer. when he spots jack, his eyes narrow and the kiddo just makes him tense up.

he takes a moment to just stare at jack, probably frozen in the doorway while he does it and the more he looks at him, the angrier he gets. he looks like... well, he looks like handsome jack. except this can't be jack? jack has the whole mask thing and is super buff and awesome and -- well, no. he's not awesome. he tried to kill him. that was a thing. but he's still...

no, whatever. this isn't jack. that would be stupid.

so after a long moment of creepy glaring at jack, rhys just sneers and -- ]

Fuck off.

[ before stomping over to the wall of dispensable food instead. he'll trust this over something some jack adjacent looking guy would make. now, if only he could figure out how to use it. ]

[heroizes]

[ As Jack gets stared at, his half-smile starts to slip, since the way Rhys is looking at him is... Weird? It's totally weird. The guy looks friggin' pissed, and, granted, Jack is used to being on the receiving end of this kind of look, but. Usually, he at least knows the other person. ]

Uh—

[ Jack starts to speak up to ask if he can help Rhys and just generally prompt him out of angrily staring, but Rhys beats him to that at least. Jack's brow knits together in confusion, but it shifts quickly into an expression that's decidedly less than impressed. ]

Yeah, good friggin' morning to you too.

[ That's mostly mumbled to himself, but it's definitely loud enough for Rhys to hear it. Jack wasn't really trying to hide saying it in the first place, though. He at least stands to watch Rhys struggle with the machine and also to get a better look at him, since, well. That was weird. Does he know this guy? Though after a moment of Rhys's struggles, Jack sighs and speaks up. ]

Okay, whatever, just throwing this out here, but even if you figure out how to use that? You're not gonna like what comes out. Trust me. Looks like- Okay, well, it looks like high cuisine on Pandora or something, if you catch my drift here.

saturday morning

[tearable]

[ She's been on guard, looking over her shoulder as she steps but meeting the strangers with a courtesy nod as she traverses the complex. It's apparent they're all clueless, but Elizabeth has a slight fatalist attitude, so she has no doubt that when you lock people up, they're bound to go stir-crazy.

However, the weakness in her knees was attributed to not eating - she can't remember the last time she did, actually. Vending machines are one thing, but with the clanking coming from the kitchen area catches her attention.

Looks like in all universes, he'll call her kiddo. :) Elizabeth looks a bit refreshed - clean, but still dolled up in whatever make-up she could find. The guy was pretty quick to rip apart the cabinets like some damn splicer looking for ADAM. Her hand picks up a can of processed meat, tossing it at Jack with little regard if he'll catch it or not. ]

What, is your palate a little more refined?

[heroizes]

[ Yeah, you know who is not a ninja that can just catch everything It's Jack. It's definitely Jack, because that can just hits him right in the head. ]

Ow! What the he—

[ Jack looks her way as he starts to rub his head, but his eyes widen in surprise as he looks at who threw the can at him. There's definitely a moment where he just stares openly because the first thing that comes to mind to dismiss the thought of how he just got a can chucked at him is that she's gorgeous. Like, way out of his league-gorgeous, but his look of offense quickly turns to a smile all the same. ]

Uh, no, y'know. Nevermind.

[ He stands from crouching at the cabinet, because he is suddenly way less interested in finding shitty food. He still waves the can at her. ]

But, hey, c'mon, could've at least given me more warning before. Well. Throwing this at me.

kitchen

[grimdeity]

[ She is a kiddo, but Rose is going to be mildly offended by it anyway. Makes a mental note to call Jack "old man" later in return. ]

Have you tried the commissionary? It has a few other meal options. Though they may be of the same fare as here and in the cafeteria.

[ She was hoping for an improvement over crappy meteor food, but alas it was not be. Because all we have is suspicious canned nonsense. Is it even in date or is it expired. ]

[heroizes]

I mean, I looked, but-

[ Jack sighs with exasperation as he stands, and he rolls the can in his hands idly. He looks to Rose and notes that she's pretty young to himself idly, but that's not his focus here. He is way more concerned with where he's going to get breakfast first and foremost? ]

Uh, I mean, do you trust random food that comes outta nowhere? Like both of 'em, that's what they amount to. Canned food, it's- Well, it's pretty crap, but at least I could cook it myself. In theory.

[ He shakes his head ]

Kiiiinda thought I was past the broke college student eating from a can days, though.

wake-up

[chiseler]

Think I mighta miscalculated something. [Which Luke doesn't sound too happy about, but he's staring at Jack curiously now. He apparently isn't the only one who was in the middle of something big.] I. Did you just say you're trying to save a moon?

[heroizes]

[ Miscalculated? Jack raises an eyebrow briefly at what Luke says, but he doesn't ask about it. At least, not right away. First, he's quite inclined to complain about this situation. ]

Uhhh, yeah, that's what I said. Have you not noticed the giant friggin' laser?

[ Jack is assuming that Luke is from the same corner of the universe as him, at least more or less. The "less" part does dawn on him, though,and he waves a hand dismissively. ]

Ah, hell, maybe not. I mean, who goes to Pandora? Point is, yeah. This big army of assholes hijacked the giant laser that could totally turn the moon into dust. Soooo, yeah, trying to stop that, considering, y'know, people live on it.

apartment 1

[betraitor]

Day one and you're already thinking of tempting fate by ignoring the curfews when they start? That's pretty daring of you!

[he's totally and completely serious here.

(no he isn't, not at all.)]

Like a real band of adventurers around here.

[heroizes]

[ Jack scoffs and crosses his arms, but it comes with a pretty dismissive shrug right after. ]

Well, I mean, yes. I- Look. I dunno how we're getting five people in here. I've seen college dorms bigger than this.

[ Though after he says that, he gives the room another look and adds: ]

Okay, definitely not as nice, though. I will give this place that.

wake up

[newlugers]

Tch. No.

[ this is clearly something he is incredibly annoyed about, judging by the fact that he's already standing and pacing. ]

But I bet I can guess. It's gotta be that psychopath again.

[heroizes]

[ It's a feeling he can relate to, since Jack is feeling pretty nervously energetic himself, but... The sentiment sounds odder to him. He shakes his head slightly, looking doubtful. ]

Uh, you're gonna have to be more specific with that one. Which. God. I wish I didn't have to say that, but I do? I know way too many psychopaths.

apt. #1

[arewedanser]

[Judging.]

There is plenty of room for five in this space, if we use it correctly and divide resources evenly. Two can easily fit onto the couch, and one will be in the bed. The others can take turns on the floor.

[Duh. It's almost as if you all expect to NOT sleep on a floor.]

[heroizes]

[ Jack's immediate impression is that this guy is clearly crazy, because, no? No. There is no way they're fitting five people in here. Objectively, Jack knows it's possible, but emotionally, that is a just an awful prospect. ]

...Wait, floor?

[ Don't you bring logic here to ruin this even more, Danse!! ]

Noooo way, I'm too o— [ Wait, he was about to call himself old there for a second. Let's try again. ] Look, I haven't slept on the floor since I went on a crazy bender in college? I'm not actually about that? Uh, wasn't at the time, definitely not now.

apartment 1

[subsisted]

Look. [ she's a little on edge, and her patience is short. whether it's because she's tired or because she's been kidnapped is up to jack to sort out. still, lara is looking at with sincerity, even if the firmness in her tone barely compliments it. ]

I don't imagine any of us signed up to stay in a very small apartment with a group of strangers. I don't imagine it's anyone's idea of a good time. But you heard her, and I'm not willing to break any rules without knowing the repercussions. If you have a brighter idea than all of us being civil about this, then I'd like to hear it.

[heroizes]

[ Jack was mostly just talking for the sake of talking here, and that's a habit that Lara is likely to get familiar with now that they're apparently roommates. At that firm "look", Jack looks surprised, and he's rather quick to hold up his hands as if in defense, but it just turns to a half-annoyed look. ]

Look— Okay, yeah, no ideas, but.

[ He looks up to the ceiling which is. Far too close. ]

Okay, fine, I'm just bitching for the sake of bitching here. This place is tiny.

apartment!

[jadedoutlook]

[Jack wasn't the only one who had the idea to check out the digs at this time, thought it looks like Jade hasn't been in the room long, considering he's standing in the middle of it with his hands in his pockets and a difficult to read look on his face. he turns to look at Jack when he enters]

I'm afraid circumstances indicate otherwise. [he punctuates his dry statement with a shrug] Though I suppose we should count ourselves grateful they even saw fit to provide a bed.

saturday morning

[puffing]

[ when Jack looks up from the position he was currently scowling from, he will find a man that was what could only be described as the exact opposite of a """kiddo""". it is, in fact, Bigby Wolf, someone who had just gotten out of a very dramatic shower with hair still wet to show how recent it had been. apparently destroying property works up an appetite, and that's furthered by the fact that he had consumed nothing but cigarette smoke and alcohol the day before.

he was going to leave the scavenger alone to fetch his own cans, sharing the opinion of processed food sounding completely unappealing at such an early point in their stay. when he's referred to in such a strange way, however, he's glaring downwards at the man requesting help. ]

Help yourself, asshole. Do you even know how to cook?

[ one good look indicates he's a guy that usually has a servant prepping food for him. most likely an older man named Woodhouse that is still referred to as """kiddo""". seriously, what the fuck, Jack. learn to filter your pet names. ]

friday /buries you

[toyotamane]

I don't remember a damn thing.

[That's the most immediate coherent thing Dickson can ground out, rubbing at his face.

What was he doing...? There're so many blanks in his memory, and then there's this guy here, talking nonsense!

Worst dream ever, if it is one.]

You, on the other hand, seem to have a lot on your mind. Instead of looking at anyone else to retrace their steps, how about you calm down and think about yours?

[And stop yelling, that'd help.]

saturday

[liven]

If it isn't fish, I'm not interested. ...Well, something sweet would be all right.

[ she sure does look like a kiddo. just as surely, shijima doesn't look like she plans to help him. at all. she just comes to a stop behind him, peering over his shoulder. ]