LOG | DAY 003 - 006

[lonelynotforsaken]

WHO: Martin Blackwood, Jet Link, Kokichi Ouma, and Lalo Salamanca
WHAT: Jet arrives to save Kokichi from a drone and discovered a severely dehydrated Martin and unconscious teen. Later, Lalo arrives with a cooler of water and food.
WHEN: Day 003-006
WHERE: VII.C.25 and the surrounding areas
WARNINGS: extreme physical distress, unsanitary conditions, potential character death
NOTES: None

Based on the search by Jet on Day 003 and everyone's later searches on Day 004-006.

Comments

[trialbyliar]

Kokichi's eyes flick over to his company, quickly taking in the details. Jet doesn't seem to be in the best shape, but he's functional at least. Kokichi wonders how far it'd been from where he got nabbed to the cell, how long Jet had had to chase after it.

Points in the guy's favor, though. Kokichi trusts no one blindly, but it seems unlikely that Jet would be involved with whoever's responsible for the drones if he went so far to rescue people from them. Their friend the cop is notably absent, too. All of it gets filed away to muse on more once his head feels less foggy.

Giving a hollow laugh, Kokichi pushes himself up into a sitting position on shaky arms.

"Oh, totally," he says, bright and dry. "I love getting drugged and kidnapped!"

[metalicarus]

He makes his way over, a little too proud to use the wall as a support when he doesn't have to, at least until he stops at the still-open door.

"Yeah? The cloud in your head's probably pretty bad, but the sorta metal-flavor in your mouth's probably best part, right?" He'd been drugged and kidnapped more than once in his life, it probably wasn't too different, right? "I'd offer you some water, but we're out. Ben's on his way to us with more." He steels himself and moves just inside the cell to hold a hand out for Kokichi to take. "Come on, sooner you're out of here, the better. No telling when these doors will close again."

[trialbyliar]

"Wow, you know a lot about drugs! That's toootally not suspicious at all!"

Despite that comment, though, Kokichi sounds as cheery as ever – a little tired, maybe, but injecting plenty of pep into his voice – and he doesn't hesitate to make use of that hand. He tries to disguise the state of his ankle for the time being, doing his best to hide the limp as he exits the cell. Last thing he needs is fussy adults making him take it easy while there's important shit here to investigate.

So he wanders straight over to the computer terminal, leaning heavily on the table for support. He fishes his walkie-talkie out and sets it down to let the messages he'd missed start to play.

"Hey, hey, did you manage to figure out this password?" he asks, poking at the screen.

[metalicarus]

"Glad to see your mouth's not broken." He rolls his eyes and just keeps himself as steady as he can for Kokichi to get up. He seems okay enough which is the more important part.

Jet follows back into the main area and hovers by the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he watches. "Nope. Not interested in alerting some system or someone watching the system that we're here and messing around. That assumes there's not some kill-objective in too many failed attempts at the password. No one else had any clues for what it could be."

Sol. 'No one else' being Sol.

[trialbyliar]

Kokichi hums an acknowledgement, crouching to peer at the keys from different angles. No notable fingerprints, no keys that seem particularly more worn than the others. He frowns at the lack of clues, but makes no attempt to type in random shit.

"And what happened to Mr. Mustache? Ooh, did the drone just straight up kill him or something?"

[metalicarus]

"Ben? He broke down crying when you got taken and stayed back." He offers it matter of fact. "Either he got super stressed out, has a shit crisis response, got super attached in a day, or was faking it. Couldn't say for sure."

He was usually a decent enough read of people, but definitely not perfect and stress like this? Often threw a lot of things out the window including reasonable responses. "He's on his way now with some water."

[trialbyliar]

Kokichi doesn't even look at Jet as he continues poking around. It doesn't matter that they've clearly been there a while, he doesn't trust whatever kind of investigation the others have done already. The walkie-talking continues to play through the day's messages, occasionally pinging with a text message that he pauses to look at. Master of multitasking over here.

"Huh. Really?" He either unimpressed or distracted, glancing around the sides of the monitor just in case someone was dumb enough to leave something taped there. It's about that point when Ben's message begins playing, and Kokichi stops to listen to the pity party.

He's a liar himself. He knows when people are full of shit.

The smile that slips onto his face is...hard to read. A little amused, a little bitter. He shakes his head, snickering softly.

"Oh, he's soooooo faking it." He rolls his eyes and gets back to snooping. "I mean, could have guessed that from the start! No one likes a guy like me that much, and he's too shitty at being a responsible adult guardian to just be worried about kids in general."

[metalicarus]

Jet looks over to the walkie-talkie when it pings to a text, but only half listens to whatever it says, it's still not his business. His arms cross a little tighter over his chest while he watches Kokichi work and he shifts to take a bit more of his weight off his leg and onto the wall he's leaned against.

"He claims to be a cop, but I've known some cops. That kind of response is usually beaten out of them before they're allowed to see the street." So they could more easily handle guys like him without flinching...something that didn't really jive with that little stunt in the forest. "He might be faking that too. You lie about one thing..." He shrugs.

"He's covering all his bases with it too, so he's dedicated to the act. Probably means he really doesn't want anyone sniffing around whatever secrets he thinks are important here."

[trialbyliar]

He works efficiently, scanning over everything thoroughly and running his fingertips over the parts he can't easily get eyes on. It feels contrary to his childish behavior. Even more dissonant is the sly smile that slips onto his face. His typical smile is mischievious, sure, but there's an innocence to it, like a little kid just playing around. This, however, has an edge of wickedness to it. The contrast is a little unsettling.

"I can't possibly imagine what anyone would be so worried about hiding from a bunch of strangers!" The sarcasm is so thick he doesn't even bother pausing to call out his own lie. "I guess maybe if someone really wanted to gain people's trust for some reason and knew that'd be hard if they were honest..."

He lets that sit there in the air for a moment before snickering. "I wouldn't know! Supreme leaders of evil like me don't worry about stuff like 'being trusted'. It's only natural for people to distrust me, y'know?"

Funny, his laughter seems much lighter again suddenly despite all the babbling about evil.

[metalicarus]

Jet's eyes move from the work to the teen himself. As ever, the little readouts at the corners of his vision offer nothing and the lenses themselves refuse to contract and look closer. Regular eyes without having the decency of being regular eyes. But he can still see and he's always been observant. He can see the little smile and it reminds him, oddly enough, of Apollo. That unhinged smile of too much pride and confidence in having control of the situation even when he didn't. The edge it took when he was thrown off his footing, like he couldn't wait to burn those who'd caused it.

It was worth noting, even if Kokichi read a lot more to him like a fucked up kid than a suped up and brainwashed cyborg. His gaze drops back to the pieces. None of them looked like anything he could reliably use...and certainly not without being able to look at his knee properly. Plus, he didn't need the aggravation of potential questions, so he puts the thought back out of his mind.

"Uh huh...well, as the supreme leader of evil, you monologue like the rest I've known...which means he really got under your skin. Sorry, then, I had to ask him to bring some water along so he'll likely be here by tonight."

[trialbyliar]

"Eh? As if I'd let a guy like that get to me."

It's...half a lie. It's not as if they were close enough to feel personally betrayed after just a few days, no more than Ben would reasonably be attached enough for this apparent breakdown in that same amount of time. But the vibes are absolutely rancid at the moment, and Kokichi doesn't like thinking about how long he was alone with that guy. He's suddenly glad for his own paranoia in avoiding sleep when he can and dozing in trees when he can't. He can't help but feel like someone might try to sneakily search his pockets if given an opportunity.

Absently, with a movement designed to look idle and incidental, he brushes a hand over one of the pockets in question. His lockpicks aren't large enough to be felt without actually putting a hand in, but he can still feel the hardness of the Electrobomb. That's good. It might be needed, if they encounter something like the drones again.

"Not that I want him around," Kokichi continues. "But I guess it's fine as long as he's bringing a decent tribute."

[metalicarus]

He notices when Kokichi's hand dips down by his pocket, but looks back to the computer instead. Not his business, whatever thought just went through the guy's head.

"Something like that. Don't expect he'll stay. He doesn't seem like the settle down for long kind. Anyway...I'll leave you to...whatever you're doing with those bits. Hope there's something useful in it." So the whole drone thing wasn't for nothing. He wasn't going to hold his breath.