[ sometimes you have to forget the insanity that is the night before and just learn to remove yourself from the world. Bigby doesn't... really... know how to do that, but he's trying. with how quickly things happen in this place and a pattern showing death every other day, however, he resounds himself to sitting down and trying to relax. the wounds that are still very much healing (with a fresh burn on his leg on top of it) command him to do just that.

he opts for playing pool, but that isn't going to happen. he'll open up his stitches and get berated by the rest of his apartment, emphasis Elizabeth. and... well, he doesn't need any bad conversations today. not today. all he wants is to spend some time with his roommates, the few people he's actually grown to care for.

and as such, both Bigby and Alice are in the entertainment theater. another movie is put on. another cartoon. he noticed she enjoyed them with the Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf, so he chose something a little less.. triggering. this time it is Pinocchio. they've already gotten to the not-so-settling part involving donkey children. still much better than seeing his animated self looking so damned ugly. ]

Yeah, so. This movie's a little fucked up. Thought you would like it.

[ thinking of u, kid. ]

This is still a dumb idea, you know. Going from waking up to a fire to half the damn room being a block of ice isn't any better.

[ Bigby is only agreeing to this because of the fact that the apartment had won by majority vote to rig the door with liquid nitrogen. he has seen too much of it the moment he disposed a body with the use of the stuff, but here they are, cramming it into a small ass room and dangling it precariously over a door. Shijima seems to have put enough thought into this to be considerably foolproof, so he doesn't need to be concerned with Alfendi tripping up and damaging his nose further by freezing it.

he hasn't done much yet, letting his fellow non-human roommate get the necessary items ready and tell him when he's needed. as always, his muscles are the only thing of use to her, and even he has little excitement in straining his wounds for this. Bigby's done worse, so he won't complain too much. ]

Tell me when you need a hand. I'll... just sit here, I guess.

[ with a cigarette in his mouth, chewing on the end of it thoughtfully before lighting it. one of his last few. he hasn't bothered asking Shijima if she's been able to demand anymore from the commissary yet. ]

[ another day, another new part of the complex to explore. the pattern is all too obvious to everyone at this point. they get a day of pointless R&R only for death to follow. being stuck indoors with an ever-decreasing amount of people leaves little opportunity for things to do, so... Bigby checks the places out. imagine his disappointment when he finds it is nothing but a classroom. okay. it's definitely not a media lab or entertainment theater, but it'll do. he takes some time going from desk to desk, flipping through some of the textbooks and clearly looking puzzled at the contents inside.

everything here was trapped in the past, yet the building's technology seemed to have been a bit more hi-tech in comparison. not the first thing that was confusing about the facility, but it was enough to make him flinch with discomfort. recent developments in regards to his memories has caused some trouble for him, to say the least, but he does his best to keep tight-lipped on the matter. the next place he intends on taking a look at would be the indoor garden, but that's put to the backburner when he notices a fellow roommate. Alfendi's either been there and he never noticed (how did he not see the nose??) or just entered, but either way, he gives a proper welcome. ]

Funny running into you here. Not following me around or anything, are you?

[ Bigby's joking, but WHO KNOWS!!! ]

[ Bigby's got one last conversation he wanted to be sure to have before the day begins to slow to a halt and curfew approaches. he has an expectation as to how the night will end, and before it does, there are a few questions that he would like to have answered. considering who he wants to ask those questions to, it's yet to be known what he is likely to find out.

he looks for one of the most private terminals he can find and buzzes into the telecom. in a hushed whisper, Bigby calls out to the monotoned voice that has been guiding this entire experiment along. ]

Judy. I need to talk to you.