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.]

Comments

[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.]