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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.

Comments

[estimated]

[ SO STEVE HAS SPOKEN UP ABOUT A SHOVEL which may or may not be their dirt nap AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED

but to think that they have to sort through this nonsense at 5am, every other day... well, if it's for the sake of protecting the innocent, then dazai doesn't mind too terribly, despite all of his yawning and whining. but rip lara, may she rest in peace after the way she died. ]

I don't think I could call them friends, in a place like this, but I've met some interesting people. One of them is that samurai boy, Kei — he apparently dual wields swords! Isn't that cool?

[ what counts as cool for dazai probably doesn't count as cool for dickson, but alas... dazai's also hiding a few things, actually, but continuing on! ]

Anyway, I think that if we gave him something, he'd put it to good use.

[toyotamane]

[Whoa, here comes the feeling of a retcon settling in, correcting this here metatext.

Dirt Nap possibly being a shovel is encouraging though! Maybe their guessing isn't so terrible. But also it's missing, so everything goes right back to being terrible again. Dickson rolls his eyes at Dazai yawning all over the place too. Again, terrible.

So is the fawning over someone being cool. Dickson grunts like a grouchy grandpa, but it's also useful information to know! He sets a hand on his hip.]

Eh, it's better than nothin'. Not sure if you mean good use as in protecting someone though, or killin' em.

[Hmmm.]

But! If he leaves a trail, or hell, even tells you about what he got, I'm for it. So long as we figure this system out, it's worth a shot.

[Are they both nihilistic enough to not care about consequences?? That might help too, if Dazai doesn't mind being a potential target and Kei doesn't either.]

[estimated]

[ it goes back to missing, because franziska told steve not to hide his tools under her bed again... and listen, dazai's only 22! he needs all the rest that his lazy self can possibly get, especially in this high-tension, murder setting. ]

How about both? He'll protect himself by killing someone who he thinks is suspicious.

[ that's how it... works, right? but there is something else that he has to tell dickson, and he gets right to it. ]

By the way, I've already told him about all of this. I didn't tell him anything about you, though — so don't worry about yourself. As far as he's concerned, he thinks that I'm working on my own.

[ WELL... there you have it! hopefully, high risk will bring him high reward, or it'll bring him death. ]

It might have been foolish, or my efforts will pay off in the end. But I end up dying in a night or two because of this, well... I'm leaving this job up to you, okay?

RETROSPECT MAKES BEIGN A SECURITY CHIEF THE WORST

[toyotamane]

[WOW DAZAI IS A FULL GROWN ADULT??! Dickson thinks he's roughly seventeen (even with this info freely available), at most. Stop being the whiny teenager you have no excuse to be, Dazai.]

Heh, wouldn't that be something.

[Meaning it might not work that way, but hey, if someone gets some use out of the weapons they put out, it's all well and good. Apart from them being premade, it's just like Dickson's usual job anyway.

He's more amused than anything, until Dazai drops that particular bomb and his expression darkens considerably. He frowns at Dazai.]

What the hell? What's the big idea, giving yourself away like that? [HE KNOWS YOU LIKE DEATH BUT.] It's not like I've got a choice whether you die from your own damn foolishness or unluckiness, anyway.

[He's definitely angry, scolding. It's almost as if he cares.]

I'M IN TEARS DAZAI SUCKS AT THIS dickson can pick next everything

[estimated]

[ YES HE'S A FULL GROWN ADULT!! but he looks kind of maaaybe sort of young, especially when you compare him to a grandpa like dickson. but for some reason, dickson's lecture feels somewhat familiar; it reminds dazai of the way that kunikida constantly lectured him on his riskiness, if he remembered who kunikida was. ]

I went out of my way to get us some insurance. If I die, then you know that Kei is a staff member, and you'll be able to go after him. If I don't die, then he's innocent.

[ of course, it's not as simple as that, but it's better than nothing. ]

Finally, if I don't die, and something suspecting him comes up, I can defend him. But... if I have to do that, then I'll definitely die in the next night or two.

[ which means that he probably won't hesitate to rush into it if he has to, putting his life on the line. but he looks up then, giving dickson a small, encouraging smile. ]

Either way, Dickson — I'm still leaving this task up to you. Do a good job, okay?

pats Dazai

[toyotamane]

[Dickson studies Dazai with a scrunched brow. What a weird guy, who is somehow an adult. Does he want to die through altruism or will any excuse do? The older man can't suss it out at all.

So he merely nods. At least it seems like Dazai thought it through, and that bit of info...oh, that's good. Okay, fine, he'll bite. WHATEVER, DAZAI.]

I'll do whatever job I feel like doing, thank you very much.

[So grumpy.]

Which just so happens to be my very best.

[And humble.]

I just hope you know what you're doing, kid. But go on, pick something for your little buddy and we'll see what happens.

[And then, they can go back to bed. That was easy!]