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 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. |
THIRD SESSION
SELECTED WEAPONRY:
1. THE DWARF
2. PLINK
3. POWER FIST
CHOICE
no subject
no subject
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
[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
[ 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?
NO....IMPOSSIBLE.........................
Hmm, you think I'd make good choices? Watch, it'll turn out they're all crazy, and we're tossing bones to this mad pack of dogs. Tch...
[Seriously, the guy who defended himself -- Billamy? -- he tore Kei's throat out with his teeth. That's damn wild. Wicked fun, if they weren't bartering their own throats here too.
And they couldgive themselves weapons, but that seems risky. Although maybe it's risky to not do so either?? Dickson glances to Dazai.]
Who, your pal? Well if we keep down the path we're on, you just might see him again.
[And then they can haunt the complex for the rest of time. Hooray!? Dickson grunts, studying the list of names more closely. Oh right, it was Bigby. No way he needs a weapon. Moving on...]
Anyways, I was thinkin' of ol' Lizzy...[That one who seemed pretty shaken by having to murder. She might not lose it on them, except...] What the hell? Bah, stupid thing. It's not lettin' me choose her. Am I missing something?
[Help this old fart with technology you probably aren't familiar with either, Dazai.]
THEY DO........... THEY'VE OUTSUCKED HIM BIG TIME
there's no way that entire room needs a weapon (except for jeffery, but is he still in room 7?), because if they have feet to disrespectfully kick bodies, then they have feet to protect themselves if a murderer comes for them in the middle of the night... which is a pretty biased view on his end, but nonetheless. they have feet! ]
Elizabeth? If she could execute Lara and Luke, then I'm sure she'll be fine.
[ ...yeah! except that when dazai goes and tries to select her name, he runs into the same error. ]
It looks like a system error, actually. And I don't think Judy's willing to help us out, so... we'll have to go with a different person.
everyone sets the bar real low and these two still somehow sliiiide under it
Jeffery gets nothing because no one takes him seriously, not even himself. Apartment 7 also gets nothing but extra feet, hopefully donated from another apartment that isn't 3.
Dickson looks annoyed, but if it won't work for Dazai, it's just plain broken. Maybe that means they were choosing a good and correct person, since so far Steve just lost his dang shovel and Kei lost his dang mind. Can't not have that! No, Dickson is convinced Judy would be unhelpful as well, and waves a hand.]
Eh, Lizzy will figure herself out anyway. Alright then, we'll roll again.
[And by roll he means scroll. Who else here didn't seem to have an agenda or a bad attitude or an alter ego...ah ha!]
Oi, what about Veronica? She's that wall-puncher, ain't she?
AND ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST... looks at veronica
AAAAA BAD PUNS — but he's sure that elizabeth will be able to manage herself, too; so onwards, onto their next choice! ]
Veronica? [ he pauses, to think. ] Not only did she punch the wall down, but she's also clever with fixing things. I'd say that she's a safe choice.
[ retrospect makes this job so, so difficult. ]
As for the item, hmm... power fist sounds so obvious that it's interesting. What do you think?
looks at pile of bodies tbh--
And wow you mean great puns that you love! >:( Dickson nods his agreement in any case, huffing a laugh. A girl who could break and repair things with her bare hands. He wonders which skill enabled which, a chicken or the egg sort of thing.
She seems the hero type too, MAYBE THIS TIME NOTHING BAD WILL HAPPEN.]
She's somethin' else alright. Power Fist though, eh? Lessee...well, if she's clever, she'll be able to figure it out, whatever it is.
[IT WON'T BE A PUNCHING APPARATUS, IT'S TOO OBVIOUS. Maybe it'll be a javelin. Dickson hits that option either way.]
What have we got to lose, anyway? C'mon, we're all done. I know you need your beauty rest.
[Dazai, u big baby]
good night dickson...... rest in peace
THAT'S A HORRIBLE STATEMENT TO MAKE IN RETROSPECT... not only did they lose five entire bodies, half of their apartments are on fire, and some stab-happy people went on a stabbing spree, apparently. what an eventful night. but for now, they're blissfully unaware of what the future has in store for them, so once dickson's finished pressing all of the options, dazai gives him a grin. ]
That's pretty thoughtful of you. [ for thinking about his beauty rest! but once they're done, he'll be waiting towards the exit of the room, pushing the door open. ]
It's already this late, but let's finish catching what rest we can get.
[ and with that, they're off! little does he know that dickson will be getting some eternal rest soon... ]