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bathymetric) wrote in
unknownseas2021-03-05 10:34 am
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FIFTH INVESTIGATION
Friday morning dawns like any other. There's no sharp indicator whether or not you've all managed to avoid this motive - nothing missing returned, or anything like that. You still have the photos of the Ideal Futures that Jack gave you. The hallway outside your rooms is again clear of bodies. The air is still, the ship quiet.
Still, you can't help the feeling that, well... why would this Friday be any different? You've been in this cycle for over a month now, after all. But... only one way to find out!
Still, you can't help the feeling that, well... why would this Friday be any different? You've been in this cycle for over a month now, after all. But... only one way to find out!

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Hardly. Probably.
Better go to the non-Hyperion cafe area for something to eat that isn't seafood. Cake pops and coffee, probably]
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Time to take a look into the lounge. Let's go]
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... Why are they sitting against the side of a chair like that? that's not how you use chairs! ]
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[He just turns his head and shouts in the other direction, towards the stairs]
...guys, I think I...I...just get in here already!
[He's so afraid of approaching and facing one and for all the blunt reality that's death on this ship, having only seen bodies at a distance, but...he can't go backing down now, can he? Filbo approaches, hoping that despite how bad things already look given this is a person in an odd position on Friday morning, that it's not a corpse.
It totally is a corpse, isn't it]
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[He intends that to be reassuring, but...yep, there's still a corpse.]
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[If grumpuses could go pale he sure would, but well...it's going to be necessary to take a look, even if he won't investigate the body later. Let's go, Data, let's find out who we lost this time]
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Filbo...? What-
[...Oh. Oh that's. Right. That's happening.]
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It's a strange sort of contrast, seeing this body while the speakers continue to pump out the hits undeterred, but it's very clear from looking at him that this is no longer a living person. At least he has all his organs?
And hey, this guy in particular might find some actual upsides to deadland.
Decus is dead. ]
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...oh, hell.
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[For a moment Filbo can only stare. Yup, that's the very purple guy he knew around here. It couldn't be that Decus had been killed, not...]
...but...you weren't...supposed to die...
[What about living on because Alice wanted that for you? This isn't right]
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We'll... We'll find who did this.
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[after, you know, last week's fiasco]
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...Decus?
[No...no! No he - he was doing so well, he was - no!!!]
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One week--can we go one bloody week without this?
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[She's actually kind of sad this time. He really was like them, after all.]
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Like the teen zone. He's real familiar with the teenzone, he should be able to do something over there]
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Crafts room what do you got]
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