SECOND INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

It's easy to think, with how much... less this week's motive seems to be than the last, that perhaps nothing will happen. But then again, someone was poisoned yesterday, so perhaps you're already on edge. No one could blame you, in this place. Even on the brightest days, New Rapture is dark.

There's no blood in the elevator, at least, but... your radios are all pretty quiet, this morning.

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[visiblepattern]

[He'll manage, somehow.

...That said, this is the opposite of what he wanted to see today. All right. He'll at least be able to drag him over to the shallow side of the water with some difficulty; when he gets there, though, he is going to need some assistance in getting the body out of the water, seeing as he doesn't want to just bash Obi on the steps the whole way up.

Any volunteers...?]

[specialyellthing]

[Yeah, Zinda's in the water pretty quick, leather miniskirt and boots and all--- it's only once she reaches Forrest and and Obi that she realizes this isn't a rescue mission anymore.]

Fuck.

[visiblepattern]

Zinda...

[For once, he doesn't seem to know what to say.]

I... I'm sorry.

[He says it on reflex, as something to say.]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, he didn't deserve any of this.

[inaclearing]

[Brett walks in, makes a choked noise at seeing all of this, and abruptly flees.

Sorry lol!]

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy is running in, jumping into action as though a switch has been turned on.]

I got him.

[...Damn.]

And you. You ready?

[He's going to make sure Forrest is ready, wondering if he's going to take one side, or if Dandy will have to do most of the heavy lifting.]

[visiblepattern]

[Oh god. Okay.]

I'm ready, yes.

[He'll take...god he doesn't know, his legs probably? If that makes it easier.]

I just didn't want to hit him against anything, we should probably preserve what we can...

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda moves quickly to the side where Forrest is, to help lift Obi's body.]

Don' worry about it. We'll get him outta here. [She's entirely too casual about this, ignoring the way her heart is hammering in her chest, and poor Jonathan's cries from the side of the pool.]

Ready.

[bootyhunter]

I've got his arms and shoulders. You good with the legs?

[Dandy wades into the water with no care or regard for his own attire. He ignores the ringing in his ears, or how cold Obi feels after Dandy sets himself into position.]

On the count of three, we lift- Slow and steady now.

One, two...

[The poor thing is so fucking cold, so limp-]

Three!

[specialyellthing]

[I'm so sorry for the disrespect of this icon but it was too funny to not use--

Zinda nods at Dandy-- this at least, she can do-- no matter how ill-suited her attire is for it. On three, she lifts, hauling the body of her friend out of the water.]

We settin him down just on the side here?

[bootyhunter]

Yeah.

[Dandy ignores the siren's call of his own anger, along with the sensation of his damp slacks clinging to his body. He will be entering the trial like this, sopping wet, unable to shake the stiffness of a kind young man's body out of his mind.]

How 'bout we kneel on a second set of counts. Here we go!

[He repeats that series of numbers.]

One, two, three, down.

[Obi will be placed so that he's lying right side up near the side of the pool, with his vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Dandy turns to Forrest.]

Sorry, baby. I'll help you search him, but...

I'm ain't no professional.

[specialyellthing]

[At Dandy's count, she lowers Obi's body-- then lingers just a few seconds, long enough to gently nudge some of his hair, like she might somehow get it to lay right. Then she's up again, looking harder than she was before.

But the more telling part of all of this, is how she doesn't get on Dandy's case when he calls Forrest baby. Instead, she tugs off her wet boots, and starts moving for the door.]

I got another mission to do, before -- [The trial.

She shakes her head-- and heads through the door.]