day 4, post-execution

[injectors]

[Shit got 2 real 2 fast, and there may now be some blood on Angel's body after #monitorgate, but... It's fine. This is fine. Everything is super, duper fine. Actually, no. No, it is not. But at least they can all pretend, right?

Right.

Once all of apartment 3's occupants are inside their tiny, cramped abode — Angel will glance at the door. Glance at her roommates. Glance at the stupidly heavy axe that was the subject of the other night's discussion, and sigh. They were able to take down one of the staff this evening, but a child is dead and so is Lara. It's not a good feeling.]

... I suppose we should talk about improving our security, unless we wish to trade one of our lives for elbow space.

[It's a joke, but. It's a bad one and falls flat. God.]

Comments

[karmas]

[Franziska comes into the room, looking proud and haughty as ever. She ignores the other roommates, instead making her way towards the bed and sitting down.]

And how would you propose to increase security?

[toyotamane]

Good job there tonight, Miss Prosecutor.

[Dickson tosses from his favorite place on the floor, arms folded behind his head.

To Angel, he gives a thoughtful rumble. Another "joke", huh...?]

Hmph. There's free space in the other rooms already if you're really hurting for it. [THIS ISN'T A BETTER JOKE...] But I think we're all pretty cozy here.

[In that case!] If I may contribute, I think we're gonna need a bigger axe.

[Jokes, he's full of them tonight, apparently.]

[karmas]

It's nothing worth congratulations. A paltry victory; I'll improve my work in the future.

[She's still smarting a little from Elizabeth's comments.]

Ah. Are you attempting to jest with me? What a waste of time.

[toyotamane]

My mistake.

[Said with no small measure of amusement. So businesslike, Miss Prosecutor.]

But I'd say making decent progress deserves a bit more credit than that. It's certainly more than anyone else can boast about, these days.

[injectors]

Some of the ankle monitor's components could, perhaps, be salvaged to create something. For example -- the, err, taser.

[It's not quite a taser, but she doesn't know what else to call it.]

I believe we can use it to increase our security.

[karmas]

Ah, yes. A taser can be an effective enough weapon. My dear late papa was always fond of them. But I can't see what good will be done if we aren't awake.

[injectors]

I'm not suggesting we create a taser. Given our inability to remain conscious, all we would do is construct another weapon for the staff members to loot.

[Which is funny, considering Steve's dilemma in the near future? In the present? Time is an illusion.]

I was thinking more along the lines of a... trap.