FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

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!

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[bathymetric]

[ It could be! It's not the only thing that's strange - there's also some pink, frothy discharge around her mouth. ]

[ltcommandroid]

[boy that sure sounds like something that the super smart robot who loves murder mystery novels should know about! unfortunately, I don't, so



can we scan this with the fucking tricorder]

[bathymetric]

[ Unfortunately, this is a "the tricorder isn't giving you much" episode. It's also worth noting that the discharge smells sweet - and for clarification after a quick double-check, the reddened skin is a deep flushing, not a rash! ]

[ltcommandroid]

[god does data even have a sense of smell

LET'S JUST SAY HE DOES. He work like the tricorder now - narrative convenience.]

[bathymetric]

[ If he doesn't, we can just say the tricorder was able to pick up on that much, it's fine. ]