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[judgejudy]

SECURITY CHIEF At some point when your character is alone, they'll hear Judy's even, calm voice speaking through the intercom system. The intercom is only speaking in this room, and it seems she's speaking to you and you alone. "Hello. It's time to get to work..." You're being given a chance to help stop or slow the game you've been trapped in. This isn't justice, and Judy wants you to help her stop this before it goes too far. Judy directs you up to the third floor, and though most of the doors are still locked up tight, there's one room on the Western hallway that you can now access through the code that Judy has given you: 6227#007. The room itself is a simple, barely stocked office that was clearly some kind of security office. Welcome, Security Chiefs. It's time to get to work and arm your fellow residents.

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FIRST SESSION

[judgejudy]

Sometime in the night after the first trial, even though you're sleeping deeply, you'll still have a memory of a sharp prick of a needle in your neck. In fact, when you wake, you'll feel the remnants of it. It's 5AM, and you're the only ones awake in your room. It's at this point that you'll hear Judy's message asking for you to come to the room she describes.

"Thank you for coming," Judy explains, her voice as calm and even as always, "I've chosen you both because I believe you can do good here. I cannot stop the events about to unfold, but I can at least do this much to slow its progress."

There's a pause, and nearby, a terminal flickers to life with its rather dated, flickering glow.

"I've chosen you two as the security chiefs since I believe you can arm your fellow residents effectively. On that terminal, you will find a list of weapons and the residents remaining in the complex. In addition, please review the safety protocol, as this is important for ensuring the security of your position."

There's a pause again, and Judy starts again, it sounds like she's broaching an awkward subject.

"I'm sorry about the names, since I'm not sure what they are either. So for that, you will have to figure out what is what. However, when you meet here, you may select a weapon and a person here. I will deliver that weapon to them, so hopefully they will stand a better chance if they need to fight.

This is not a task to be taken lightly. I hope you'll take it seriously, so I wish you luck. I can answer any questions if you have them, but please make your selection on the terminal within the hour."

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[ And indeed, on the terminal they'll find a list of all the living residents as well as a short list of colorfully named weapons. ]

SELECTED WEAPONRY:
1. GOOD INTENTIONS
2. ROUGH N TUMBLE
3. DIRT NAP

[estimated]

[ 5AM is way too early for this kind of thing, isn't it? but regardless of what he thinks of the time, he hears judy loud and clear, so he's just going to... shuffle himself over to the room that she mentions, yawning on his way there. his hair is probably sticking up in twenty different directions, but it's fine. ]

No, no — thank you for having us.

[ he's no alvin, but you know, he's still going to try. but back to the terminal, because they have a job to do! ]

What are these? Items? [ rather colorfully named items, too... though, because it's 5AM and a nap sounds great just about now — ]

Well... I'd say that dirt nap sounds pretty convincing, but should we try figuring these out?

[toyotamane]

[Dickson rubs at his nape, at that telltale prickly feeling of...he can't quite describe it, but it stings. Talk about a literal pain in the neck.

Hearing Judy is a surprise, one met with suspicion rooted in scrunched brows, but Dickson obeys, regardless. He's keeping an eye out in case there's any funny business. Standing alert, compared to Dazai's sleepy acceptance.]

You think we can level the playing field, eh? More than a bit strange that you can wake up who ya want.

[Harumph, mutter, grumble.

He glances over Dazai's shoulder at the items.]

Whole lotta good we can do when we don't know what these are...oi, Dazai, you think these names are clues?

[They mostly sound...random. GOOD INTENTIONS gets a chuckle out of him, however. He's not sure why exactly. Someone here's got a wicked sense of humor, at any rate.]

How much you wanna bet 'DIRT NAP' is a shovel?

[estimated]

My thoughts exactly. I've never heard of a weapon named "good intentions", after all.

[ but it's a weapon that he certainly likes the sound of... on the other hand, that just makes it sound way too suspicious? ]

That's what I was thinking, too. If "Thor" turned out to be a sledgehammer, it wouldn't be wrong to guess that "dirt nap" is a shovel.

[ it's sound logic, at the very least. but before they go settling on that, he'll glance at the other options. ]

Then, what about the other two? "Rough n' Tumble" sounds like something you'd wrap someone in, before rolling them down a hill... or something.

SECOND SESSION

[judgejudy]

[ On the terminal they'll find a list of all the living residents as well as a short list of colorfully named weapons. ]

SELECTED WEAPONRY:
1. THE DWARF
2. THE FISH CATCHER
3. VIDALIA

CHOICE

[judgejudy]

[ Please indicate your choice under this header once you've decided. ]

[toyotamane]

We're going with Kei and The Fish Catcher! o/

[estimated]

Seconding! Kei and The Fish Catcher.

[toyotamane]

[Well, this is great. Juuust great.

Their little experiment turned out to be a waste. He was counting on Steve to be a blabbermouth and show off whatever he got, but he didn't! Assuming he even got it. Too dangerous to ask, especially when anyone could be staff. Though, maybe staff already knows who they are. It's a risky move either way, so nothing to do but call that one a loss.

Poor Dazai got up at 5am for nothing, it seems. And here they are again, Dickson rubbing at his neck and looking at the terminal like it's real smelly, or something.]

Don't know about you, kiddo, but I'm having trouble wrapping my head around a bat being a symbol of good intentions.

[WORST intentions, more like.]

How do you suppose we change our approach then? 'Specially since our last bid came up empty.

[Now they'll never know if their educated guessing is only half bad, or super bad.]

[estimated]

[ for dazai, he just wanted to see what steve could do with a weapon that seemed... manageable. but for all he knows, dirt nap just could have been another thousand-pound axe. but whatever dirt nap was, it's long gone now. he does laugh a little at the irony of good intentions, but it's a bitter laugh. ]

I'll have to agree with you on that. A bat being good intentions... I just don't get it.

[ painful, slow death intentions. that certainly was a painful execution to watch. ]

Since it doesn't seem as if we should use up our remaining roommates, how about trustworthy people that we've talked to so far? Have you met anyone like that?

[ theoretically, they're doing all of this on a whim, flinging mysterious weapons into the dark and hoping that it goes to the right people for the right purposes. ]

[toyotamane]

[Perhaps dirt nap is a small thing...that Steve can hide in his cool jacket(tm). Or something.

Dickson makes a rumbly noise that may have been a slew of thoughts all jumbled together, maybe. All this nonsense lately, too much to sift through at 5 am.]

Come to think of it, some of these names are probably meant to be -- what do ya call it? Ironic, yeah.

[Though, bludgeoning somebody could be done with good intent, if they wanted to...stretch the interpretation.

Dickson considers Dazai's question, rubbing at his chin a few times before shaking his head. Whim it is, Dazai's whim this time in particular.]

...Nah, not really. [Might've picked Lara, but she's dead. :')] Most people I've met are either too tough to say or a real pain in the ass. What about you, got some friends?

[Preferably with a good head on their shoulders???]

THIRD SESSION

[judgejudy]

[ On the terminal they'll find a list of all the living residents as well as a short list of colorfully named weapons. ]

SELECTED WEAPONRY:
1. THE DWARF
2. PLINK
3. POWER FIST

CHOICE

[judgejudy]

[estimated]

Veronica Santangelo and the Power Fist.

[estimated]

[ so yesterday was... something. while dazai makes no secret of how tired he is at 5AM, the bags under his eyes are a little darker today, and there's a weary look to his eyes. after all, carrying the guilt for causing kei's death is one thing, but the honor of their role being called into question is another thing entirely.

he glances over at the terminal, briefly skimming the weapon names that he, once again, doesn't recognize. as for their agenda today, he knows that both of them have much to discuss, so for now, he starts them off. gramps, if you're going to be angry with him for this mess of a situation... go easy on him. ]

Talk about a thankless job.

meanwhile

[toyotamane]

No kidding.

[Dickson, for his part, just looks tired.

Is he mad? Absolutely. That went horribly, and they could have been in real trouble if everyone hadn't been thrown off their scent. It doesn't matter if they were trying to help or be staunchly neutral, they were still acting as arbiters, handing out weapons on a whim. Giving them willfully to people like Kei? They'd be dead.

Dickson leans over the terminal, reading the list of names.]

What have you got to say for yourself?

[Hey, if Dazai can ream himself, it'll save Dickson the trouble.

He's probably been at it already anyway, quietly.]

they suck more than rhys

[estimated]

That I should leave all of the people-picking up to you?

[ honestly, at some point, it was said that they were no better than the staff members themselves? but then again, it's not as if they can choose themselves to give weapons to... maybe. actually, that might be possible? that'll be on their list of exciting gunsmith experiments eventually, but not for this morning. ]

If I end up seeing him again, I'll apologize to him.

[ even if he doesn't quite seem like an adult, he's been through more than his fair share of things... and also remembers none of it. but he'll gesture back towards the list of names, glancing in dickson's direction. ]

Should we randomize this time, then? Or — is there someone that you already have in mind?

FOURTH SESSION

[judgejudy]

SELECTED WEAPONRY:
1. THE HAWK
2. PLINK
3. REDNECK

CHOICE

[judgejudy]

[estimated]

Jeffery and Plink.

[estimated]

[ selecting a name and a weapon goes by quickly when you're the only one in the room... but now that he's finished his task, it's time to explore all of those open rooms! his first choice will be the room to the left of the security office, whose door he opens slowly, because he doesn't want, say, rhys the boogeyman jumping out at him.

what will he find? ]

[judgejudy]

[ Apparently there isn't an office to the left according to my map, SO... I'll pretend it's the right instead.

There's a small medical office with a few medical supplies, but it's been largely picked clean. There's nothing really of interest in it, and there's no Rhys Rhyson hiding in here, thankfully. ]

FIFTH SESSION

[judgejudy]

SELECTED WEAPONRY:
1. ROCK-IT LAUNCHER
2. FATMAN
3. THE FISH CATCHER

CHOICE

[judgejudy]

[estimated]

Alvin and the Rock-it Launcher.

[ sometimes i feel like i'm sending these weapons into the void

where did you come from, where did you go, where did you come from, weapon-eyed joe ]