[ curfew's lifted and the inhabitants prisoners of the Complex are allowed to leave the room. of course Bigby is awake long before that. he may have gotten an hour of sleep, two if he was lucky. he didn't feel like he had the luxury of sleeping in when people needed to digest what had happened yesterday. it was far more emotional and tragic than the first one, which is saying something considering it was. the first.

after a little bit of time in the gym working off some frustrations, he assumes the cafeteria is the best room to hold an early meeting with anyone that decided to involve themselves. a town hall setting, so to speak. it's one of the only things from Fabletown that he thinks would translate well here. they can talk and communicate their thoughts without fear of having to vote someone a few hours later. and they all have a lot to talk about.

Bigby's gone ahead and arranged a couple rows of chairs for anyone that wanted to partake, and he starts it off by standing in front of them. ]

I know it's early and a lot of you probably don't want to think or talk about what happened, better yet have the energy to do so. But we need to. We all got opinions and theories. Let's hear 'em.

[ there's better, more productive things for Bibgy to do. like investigating the fountain and why it's blood red, or to look through the terminals in the media room for the small possibility that additional information may be available. or he could go talk to some of the more vocal people that may not have been present in the makeshift "town hall" meeting from earlier. instead, he wishes to bring pain upon himself. one look at the available films for the entertainment theater and he was immediately confused as to why it only went up to 1940.

one film that was available by that time? maybe it's best to call it a cartoon. Bigby is going to watch The Three Little Pigs animation, only to follow it up with something more painful ― The Big Bad Wolf. if anyone comes to the theater around this time, they'll find Bigby slumped down in his chair, watching through hands cupping at his face. he looks to be trying to hide from both public eye and himself. boy, oh boy, how true that actually may be. ]

[ time to end the evening with something a bit less... hurtful. anyone in the recreational room around the later hours of the evening will find Bigby posted up at the pool table, playing with one of the recently repaired cue sticks. it's only fair that he uses one that he's broken. pool is one of the only things that provides him a brief glimpse at sanity, and he's been at it regularly since they've all woken up here.

for the time being, he is just playing by himself, walking circles around all four corners like a predator as he judges his next shot. feel free to invite yourself or just watch to talk to him. ]