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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.

[toyotamane]

[Dickson raises his eyebrows at that.

Something he didn't know...damn, this place has references to a civilization he's unfamiliar with, he knew, but perhaps dangerous stuff to not know in this case. Filing that information away for later...

Instead of giving that away however, it looks more like he's judging Dazai for his expert interpretive opinion.]

That's more of a process than a weapon. [Also, ridiculous. Dickson huffs a laugh.] Nah, if I had to guess, I'd say it's hrm...something meant for close combat. Like knuckledusters.

[Although with how weak a lot of these kids are, there's no way an execution with fist-based weapons would end quickly or prettily.]

Good intentions, though, that's a hard one. [A thoughtful rumble.] It's got a personal ring to it. The sword of a hero, or what have you.

[Is it gold-plated, pure in color? That's what he pictures. Death dressed up in the imagery of justice.]

[estimated]

[ if there's one thing he's good at, it's expert interpretative opinions that make no sense in the first place, or so it seems. but he'll give dickson a nod, because that's not a bad idea for the category of rough n' tumble. ]

Knuckledusters sounds like a good guess — you could actually be onto something, here.

[ good intentions, on the other hand... somehow, he's not too convinced by the image of a shining, golden sword of justice. ]

Rather than the sword of a hero, it sounds more like something that can put someone out of their misery quickly. A painless way to die.

dazai is so cute

[toyotamane]

Of course I am.

[Said only a little smugly.

Though he frowns thoughtfully soon afterward, because Dazai makes good points when he's not goofing around (or slouching).]

Hmmm, that ain't a bad idea. I'm not sure whoever set this up is interested in a pretty death, but swiftness...yeah, I can see that.

[DIVA'S HEAD SURE DIDN'T LAST, THAT'S FOR SURE. And, it was gruesome.]

We talking something brutal, then? Or simple and equally efficient, like a gun?

HE'S FLATTERED

[estimated]

[ wow, did he just inflate grandpa's ego... now he has to take that statement back? ]

If they went through the trouble of setting up a room just to display the dead bodies, I'd say so.

[ RIP DIVA'S HEAD. but dickson soon earns a little finger-gun gesture in his general direction, because that's the exact weapon that dazai had in mind, actually. ]

Exactly! The gun, I mean. I guess it depends on where you shoot, but for the most part, guns are simple and efficient. They can get the job done quickly.

omfg fingerguns aka EFFUSIVE POINTING

[toyotamane]

[Nope, too late, compliment absorbed forever.

It's also a good thing these too are thinking like someone who kills for fun?? Although it's hard to see the room as anything but a vehicle of someone's entertainment.

That said, oh my god. Dickson has never seen this motion before, but is intrigued?? He blinks, caught off guard for once.]

Heh, that's for sure. Would sooner trust a gun than anything else. But, are we gonna give this to someone? Or should we start smaller? Our test run, as it were.

[PUTTING OUT A GUN FIRST SEEMS LIKE A BAD IDEA...]

EFFUSIVE POINTING is best pointing

[estimated]

[ well, they sort of have to think like killers! they're handing out curiously-named objects to people so that they can fend for themselves, after all.

but dickson... he knows you're old, but he didn't know you were that old. where are your funky finger gun experiences? ]

A gun sounds too dangerous for now. I'd want to start with giving out something smaller, like the dirt nap. Or the rough n' tumble, if you'd prefer that one more.

[ watch as the dirt nap turns out to be anything but a shovel, and they're plunged into the abyss of confusion... ]

Who should we give it to, though? That's our next question.

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

[toyotamane]

[He lived in a world with no media that facilitated the widespread knowledge of finger guns...alas.

And he's not hip, that's true too. You kids and your POINTING.]

Hrm, nah, rough n' tumble would be real easy for someone to hide, keep secret. My bets on dirt nap being our better option.

[ASSUMING THEY'RE CORRECT. He hopes they're right. Please, something make sense.]

As for who to give it to? [A thoughtful rumble.] Well, I don't got any friends outside our room. And...well, we'd wanna know if we were right, yeah?

[WHICH MEANS...]

[estimated]

[ one day, he'll be hip and in with the rest of the kids!! today... just isn't that day, and stylish pointing remains a mystery.

but onwards with Plan Dirt Nap! he'll offer who he knows, too, which isn't much. ]

I've spoken to a few people, but I don't have anyone particular in mind. But even if I did, I'd still want to test this system on someone else first, to see if we're right, like you said.

[ like... their roommates. sorry, roommates. ]

That leaves Franziska, Angel, or Steve. Personally, I don't think Franziska needs an additional weapon to help her kill somebody, if you get what I mean.

[ she's kind of scary?? at least, in dazai's opinion. ]

[toyotamane]

Well, we'll keep those people in mind for next time.

[Unless they die that next time, oops. One person for Dazai to choose from, at least.

But for now, Plan Dirt Nap. He nods, when Dazai catches on to his meaning. Yup, he was implying their roommates as the unwitting test subjects here, aren't they lucky?

Aaand he's grinning at Dazai. Scared, huh? Of little ol' Franziska?]

Franziska's all bark and no bite. [INCORRECT, BUT.] She'd probably complain about it, if anything.

[Which rules her out. And probably Steve too, but...]

What do you think of Angel and Steve, kiddo? They've got their pros and cons.

[Angel is a noodle like Dazai, and Steve is....Steve.]

[estimated]

[ they are lucky! especially to be so like-minded when it comes to just flinging their roommates into the roles of guinea pigs. ]

But she looks as if she knows her way around her whip — just like that other girl, Alice.

[ either way, franziska's pretty much prepared to whip the hell out of whoever comes to chop off her feet, so moving onto their other two candidates. ]

I'd like to make sure that Angel stays safe, but even if we gave her an item, I'm not sure if she'd know what to do with it.

[ or if she can even bring herself to kill people... then again, he's running on shallow assumptions. what if angel turns out to be some skilled murderer? ]

Steve, on the other hand, looks like he'd have no trouble with a weapon that he can actually carry. Plus, I still have to thank him for the alcohol, somehow.

THIS IS REALLY FUNNY IN RETROSPECT NOW

[toyotamane]

[Their roommates are lucky to have them, really.]

Yeah, and she'll stick to her whip anyway.

[He knows what having a favorite weapon is like, and he also knows she's too fierce to fret over. Now Angel, on the other hand...

It's presumptuous, but hey, if she can't say "bad words", she probably can't mutilate anyone either. Probably.]

Angel...well, giving her a weapon might make her a target, we'll pass on her for now.

[Gotta keep her safe, right?? Which leaves--!]

Eh, why not, let's give it to Steve. You owe him one, and there's no harm in it. He's not exactly a threat to us or anyone else.

I'M LAUGHING IT REALLY IS

[estimated]

[ on the other hand, dazai doesn't have the benefit of knowing what it's like to have a preferred weapon, but he by no means incapable on his own. ]

That's true. For now, I'd like to keep her as little of a target as possible.

[ protect angel, because in the future, dad #1 will make an entire suck... fiasco fool out of himself, and the borderlands family will end up on the suspect list.

but it seems as if they've settled on the "dirt nap" object going to steve, so he's going to go ahead and give dickson a big smile. good work at 5am, team! ]

You're a good guy, Dickson. Thanks a bunch! [ for giving him the opportunity to pay steve back, so that he's not stuck in debt, no matter how small.

so with that, dazai glances back towards the terminal, tapping twice — first on "dirt nap", and then on "steve burnside". have a good nap, steve?? ]