[Dangan] Free Association: Part One. Day 6: "Graduation Day"

[Florien]

Anaheim tries to stop the actively bad things happening. [2] At very least, his attempts at CPR don't break any ribs or kill Kaikoku. Medical equipment can't be found.

...If this is how one of you dies, remind me to schedule all of you for remedial first aid, if the rest of you survive.

Kaikoku tries to help in some way. [4] He helps by managing to regain consciousness.
Null: Misread. Kaikoku is now conscious again though.

Scott tries again. [5] Well, he makes it better...ish? He puts a band-aid over the deep puncture wound and just sort of hopes it doesn't get infected.

[artsyGeek]

He hangs his head at what he just did. It was. . A shit attempt, but he's trying.

Sigh. ". .sorry 'bout that, kid."

[Cassie]

"Right, back on track- oh wait nevermind fucking bald sus is nowhere to be fucking found! Kept stumbling into goddamn nazi bikers instead! Bleh...""

[wingedcatgirl]

Sariel just lurks in the bar, waiting for someone to come along that looks plotcase-relevant.

[artsyGeek]

". .bald . . Sus? What do you mean by that?"

[Florien]

Sariel waits in the bar. [1]...
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The employee is still mopping up the remnants of the bar fight.
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They stare at the clock. It's been about two minutes. That can't be right, can it? It feels like so much longer.
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No more free potato skins have come out.
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Finally, the bartender asks "You going to order anything, or just stand there?"
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Sariel fails to respond in time.
Right, get out.
Sariel gets pushed out of the bar and onto the sidewalk.

[wingedcatgirl]

"Ow." Sariel stands up, brushes themself off, and walks back into the bar.



Is it just me or is this a terrible idea?

It's just... well, mostly you.

[Florien]

GIMMEH A DRINK BAHRTENDUHR:

The bartender glares at Sariel, having only recently thrown them out for standing and staring for several minutes. He slides the drink across the bar as fast as lightning...
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WOOOOSH
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[9]
A triumphant little "dodoo" tune plays in Sariel's head as they catch the drink.

[Subparman]

Ahaha... Kai's still trying not to pass out from whatever beatings he's taken on the account of this guy as he gets up (and the pain ohgoditburnspleasehelphim), but tries to reassure him anyway. What can you do. Well, you got it taken care of, didn't'cha? But I'd say we save the hand sanitiser for another time. Bald-and-Burly here isn't going to catch himself, you know.

>...Right. Where were we? Back to figuring out where Mr. Not-a-Nazi-Biker's holing up, so you'll be off to the residential area. Without potentially giving yourself tetanus this time.

[Florien]

Making your way downtown [8]: Hell yeah, no tetanus! Check out this housing! It's even worse than the apartments where you're staying! The rats are plentiful! The stairwell smells awful! The numbers on the doors are erratic and make no sense! The electrical wiring is so blatantly a fire hazard that you're surprised you aren't currently being burned to death! WOO! Hell yeah. It's at that point you find out that no one seems to be home in most of them, and you get a feeling that you're being watched. You find the landlord, and ask him about bald burly blondes, and he stares at you before slightly-too-loudly announcing that he's not running a brothel.

[artsyGeek]

> . .uh, follow Kaikoku, I guess.

[Subparman]

>... Taking that as a “no, petty thief murderer does not live here”. Buuut just in case, do clarify you're here for Investigation Purposes and would like to know if he's seen anyone matching that description, if not living here then generally around these parts.

[Florien]

[10] You successfully follow, but the general populace jeers at you, calling you a "sheeple".

[8] The "investigation purposes" line works out. The landlord says that he can't immediately think of anyone matching that description who lives here, or works around here. He then mentions that there is that cop that hangs around here at night, and that he's never seen that cop's face, or skin, or anything other than that they're definitely a cop, so it's possible they're bald, blond, and burly.

[wingedcatgirl]

Sariel resumes lurking, sipping their drink as slowly as possible to look like an actual customer, waiting for something useful to somehow show up.

[Subparman]

>Hm. That is something, at least. But it implies you're overlooking something, so after thanking the landlord for his info, we're back to Block 3. Do any of the cops on file fit the description? (Then again, there could be a certain something else going on here, but that depends on what you find.)

[Florien]

Wait more [10]: Sariel drinks that drink very slowly, and looks aggressively like a normal customer. A normal adventurer in a normal tavern. Resultantly, they quickly attract an adventuring party and go off on a killing spree, wiping out a (literally) underground cult in the sewers below the nine blocks, saving the city from certain doom at the tentacles of some elder god or something. Also they missed the potato skins being put out, and by they time they get back, all the baskets are empty, all the infamous potato skins eaten.

Head to block 3 and check out those FILES! [8]: No police officers on file are big bald guys with a blonde beard. However, "Clara Corey Meitner" is large and blonde, and "Jared T. Johnson" is bald and has a black beard.

[artsyGeek]

> . .well, uh. Guess I'll check the surrounding area for any physical evidence. Somehow.

[Subparman]

Interesting. Might as well take some copies of their profiles with you — and as for your next move, why don't we head over to block nine and pay our dear construction worker another visit.

Sorry to interrupt your break time again, old man, but there's one more thing...

>Did Romero notice what the victim's attacker was wearing? If so, what was it?

[Florien]

Check for physical evidence. [2] You find troves of it. Discarded needles, various street toughs, alarming stains, damaged buildings... Oh, you meant evidence as to who the CLK is. Nope! It's remarkably clean only around the area where the body was.

Talk to Romero. [7]

Ya what? You're back? What they were wearing? Oh, uh... Hawaiian T-Shirt. Shorts. Flip-flops. Looked dressed for a beach party, which I thought was odd. Ain't no beaches around here for miles, and it gets cold at night, ya know? But that's them serial killers for you, completely loony, right?

He takes a bite of his sandwich, which he somehow still hasn't finished an hour later. How long is his break time anyway?

Mmf. Got some good egg salad here, got it at the store up on two. You should try some, there ain't no better egg salad sandwich in town I think.

[artsyGeek]

> Aight, check the arms dealer then.

[Cassie]

Anaheim heads off to Block 2, >raiding the freezer for delicious meats.

[Florien]

Go to the arms dealer [10]: You arrive, looking for evidence. You walk away with a highly customized and dubiously legal pistol which cost far too much, but the shiny ivory grip and tacky gold plating was just too... "nice" to pass up.

Go to the store and eat the meat in the meat section [2]: A courtesy clerk sneaks up behind you with a cart rope, knocks you flat with a swing from the pully, and hauls you outside. Your picture is added to the wall of banned customers, alongside Snap.

[TenOfSwords13]

Fischer, having pondered her life choices and deciding that she definitely fucked up somewhere, decides to >head to the chemical supply warehouse in block 8, mostly to see if there's anything she can use there.

[Cassie]

"FUCKING. BITCHFUCKERS! ALL I WANTED WAS SOME GODDAMN FOOD AND Y'ALL FUCKING AUTOBAN ME! FUCK YOU ALL BITTER BEANSTERS!"

>resort to violence and attempt to break back in, and perform a hostage situation to obtain mexican food

[artsyGeek]

". . .err . ."

> Just. . Yeet it at the warehouse because admittedly, we probably won't need the gun.