DAY 02

[thecomputer]

[Good morning! The doors unlock at 07:00, the enforced sleep effect wearing off just a few minutes prior. This time, There’s no body in the central hub… because the body of Greed is in the Hygiene Sector!]

Good morning, Citizens! Last night, participant Greed-R-PAR-1 was terminated due to Communist action. There are now 11 Citizens and 6 Communists.

Trial 02 will begin at 20:00.

[Friend Computer will remain to answer questions for ten minutes. One hour after the body is found, the usual fleet of cleaning droids will clear up the corpse and surrounding mess.

On the profiles list, Greed’s full User ID is now visible, and his status has changed to DEAD.]

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[alchemicals]

[He'd gone to look at the body earlier.

He's not entirely sure why, since paying last respects isn't really something he does and the whole fucking thing is a farce around here anyway. But he'd gone, and he'd looked, and he'd just kind of stood around looking annoyed as hell for a moment before turning and going back into his room to declare a mulligan on the entire fucking morning and go back to sleep.

But he's up now, and the central hub is as good a place as any to be; he's got a silver pocketwatch that he's playing with idly, flipping it open and shut again, but otherwise he doesn't seem to be doing much of anything. Just sitting on the floor against a wall. Messing with the watch. Once in a while raking one of his hands back through the shorter strands of his hair.

At least he doesn't seem in the mood to approach and hassle as much as he usually does; surely that's a godsend.]

[cantarellacookie]

[After witnessing the end of Yomiel's altercation with Clay, Anthy goes back to the hub. She ends up sitting down next to Kimbley. She doesn't really say anything at first, but Chuchu reaches over to pat him gingerly.]

[alchemicals]

[He doesn't take his eyes off that watch he's playing with for a long moment; when he does move it's sudden, abrupt. Chuchu, you are getting kicked because he is not in the mood for this right now.]

Touch me again and you're getting stomped into the fucking ground, you hear me?!

[...Well, someone isn't feeling terribly rational today, um. At least he has yet to actually jump a guy, but.]

[cantarellacookie]

[Chuchu yelps in fright and runs back up to Anthy. Anthy's eyes narrow and she stands up and walks away, still without saying a word to Kimbley.

There may not be a slumber party tonight.]

[fullonbraced]

[There sure was a situation in the kitchen that Kimbley had the honor of missing. Robin had finally left, after preventing yet another murder, and almost immediately found Kimbley along the hub wall.]

Uh, I, um... [Her tone wasn't nearly as gruff as it usually was.] Hey, man.

[alchemicals]

[...yeah, he...heard it, goddamn. It's probably fortunate that he didn't join in; Clay would have been dead as hell.

As it stands, he just keeps staring at that damn watch, flipping it open and shut while he thinks.

Flip. Flip. Flip.]

Hey, kid.

[At least he's not seeming quite as prone to going off on her.]

Did you need something?

[fullonbraced]

Uh, no, I'm fine...

[Relatively speaking. At the least, Robin wasn't dead.

She clenched her fists, looking away.] You feeling okay? You look really down, man.

[alchemicals]

...Depends. You want the honest answer, or the acceptable one? I can give both.

[He looks up from where he's been playing with that watch, though.]

Don't worry too much.

[fullonbraced]

But I gotta worry! Everyone around here keeps dying, man!

[alchemicals]

[And something about that seems to have hit him completely wrong.]

You think I don't know that?!

[He forces himself to stop, though. To try to calm down before he does something stupid, even though he's feeling way too tight and he really wants to hurt someone - but Greed would bitch at him if he wasted clones right now, wouldn't he?]

Greed was...I don't know. He was a guy I knew. Before all this.

[fullonbraced]

[Robin flinches, taking a step back from Kimbley in shock.]

.....

W-was he a friend of yours?

[alchemicals]

[...IT'S SAD THAT HE HAS TO THINK ABOUT THIS, UM]

Sort of? I actually don't know.

[...]

We kind of had a fight a while ago. Like the sort of relationship-ending fight that you don't really go back from.

[fullonbraced]

That's awful, man! You never got to say you're sorry to him and make up!

[If she had any pottery, she'd smash it against the floor in a fit of anguish.]

[alchemicals]

It's okay.

[The response is immediate, though it's a bit over on the blank side compared to what he usually offers; he really obviously doesn't know what to do with that, um.

This is awkward.]

[fullonbraced]

[It's very awkward.

For him. So let Robin pick up the ball so to speak.]

Do you wanna come investigate or something, man? we can look for clues together!

[alchemicals]

[He doesn't want to. Not really. He'd be well within his rights to tell the kid to fuck off and get more sleep, actually.]

...Yeah, sure.

[Just...let him get up, okay.]

[fullonbraced]

You don't really have to. I was just asking.

[She can be pretty perceptive, Kimbley]

[alchemicals]

No, it's fine. It's better for me to get up and do something anyway.

[It kind of quells the urge to rip someone's arm off and beat them with it.]