unknownseas | SECOND INVESTIGATION

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SECOND INVESTIGATION

Friday morning rolls in and when you awake, your memories have been returned to you. No ceremony or anything, they're just... back. The Captain is silent, the ship is silent...

Probably a good idea to go check and see if anything happened while you all were asleep. You might not have to go very far at all.

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[Oh, no.

Sara runs over and crouches down to the body. What can she see?]

[ It's not particularly difficult to tell who it is - she hasn't exactly been roughed up beyond recognition, but she's not in amazing shape. Certainly worse for wear than when you would have last seen her around!

Adeline Merrow is dead. ]

[SINCE DATA HAD TO STEP OVER THE BODY I GUESS, he'll kneel down on the opposite side from Sara and check for a pulse, because that's just part of the procedure.]

...she is dead.

Oh, you think?

[Still, Constantine looks a little uneasy at the fact that the body is right outside their quarters. Did they not hear anything during the night? Could they have possibly prevented this?]

[Ignoring the rudeness!] Has anyone seen her pet?

[Parker spent most of the time with Adeline, from what Data has seen.]

I didn't check our room...

Someone should do so.

[Data seems like he's gonna stay here, though.]

...Get the others.

[Not that there are many people not in here already. Sara had been so absorbed in looking, she didn't even think about checking if her own roommate was still around...]

Likely unnecessary, at this point. How the hell did none of us hear anything?!

...maybe the body got moved here and she died somewhere else? That's gotta be it, right?

[Because if she died right there then seriously, how did nobody hear it...? Filbo doesn't get it]

It could be. But we were also dealing with getting our memories returned at the same time. That might have messed with us, too.

Are the rooms soundproofed?

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onlyyoucan - 2021-02-12 17:34 (UTC) - Expand

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ignobel - 2021-02-12 17:47 (UTC) - Expand

Is someone fucking dead, shit—

[ Chloe comes all but stumbling out of her room, eyes red and face wet. ]

...Shit.

[Freyja is...not terribly far behind her, she just wants to know who died before she returns to their room because she's not in much of a state to see anyone and-

...Oh. That's. ...She isn't sure how she feels about that, nor is she in literally any condition to figure it out.

She'll be in her room if anyone needs her.]

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hellahighwater - 2021-02-12 17:26 (UTC) - Expand

[ohhhhh good morning to all of you too, what the hell]

That's what I'm wondering. It certainly is a bit troubling.

We’ll have to worry over specifics later. Right now, we have a job to do.

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scythegun - 2021-02-12 17:21 (UTC) - Expand

That's what I'm wondering, at this point.

[what the actual fuck]

There's no way she didn't yell for help. No way.

[What the hell.]

[Well, Zaveid definitely says a string of words that probably means he just took a bunch of deity's names in vain.]

Ugh...

[ Which room is this in front of, exactly, which is to say how far is she from Alice's door ]

[ She comes out of her room with a yawn, fixing her stupid hat as she pokes her head into the crowd to see what's up. ]

Well, at least they saved the trouble of having to look around and find her.

[ At least she's not all giggly at the moment??? ]

[ GOD... if anything had happened to her because of his fucking dinner mistakes he never would have forgiven himself ]

Oh, Alice!! You're okay!

[ Well, he... doesn't smell much like cologne this time, at least, lmao... ]

Of course I am. Haven't I told you I can take care of myself?

[ She just kinda. Squints at him as she inches away... slowly....... ]

What's your problem? You look terrible.

Y-yeah... I had some of those clams at the buffet last night, and I must have eaten a bad one or something. You know I never would have left your door otherwise, but...

[ DIDN'T REALLY... have a choice...... ]

I guess I just fell asleep in there eventually.

[ Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he looks back over his shoulder toward the bathroom to clarify the "there" in question. Though he probably didn't really need to, since he's still got, like. An imprint of the stall door hinge on his forehead.

It was a rough night. ]

[ There's like a solid minute of wild, full-throated laughter from room 5 (or none, depending on whether or not they're soundproofed, I don't remember if we've established that or not!) before Magica wakes up enough to register the obvious cause and effect at play here.

She pokes her head out of the door. ]

Ooh, bad timing.

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