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WEEK TWO - Investigation

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CAPTAIN'S LOG:
WEEK (2)

friday

(?) survivors

Friday comes again, but this time it's much more gentle. There are no songs ousting you from your rooms, no — instead, you are allowed to sleep however long you would like as long as it does not breach any rules. If you attempt to open your datapad, however, you will be greeted with a video and accompanying music, of a different sort of persuasion from the music played previously — this one is not a jangly easy listening style tune, but rather a haunting and dreamlike elegy. Turning off your datapad will make the video disappear, but restarting the datapad will only bring the video back up again.

Despite this, nothing out of the ordinary seems to occur. You have lunch, wander the garden, and have a drink with the companions you have made in the past two weeks. Soon, mid-afternoon comes.

ENTER COMMAND_

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If it bothers you so much, there is a sink over there.

[however much passive aggressive proper lady eyerolling can be conveyed in a sentence, it's there. she's going to ascend the stairs and see what can be seen on that level.]

Edited 2016-06-18 00:20 (UTC)

[ please, rhys is from a telltale game. it's either bad choice a or bad choice b, none of this "do you want to continue" shit.

but rhys just sneers at grell's reply -- is it at grell herself or the situation, who knows. either way, he's got a sneer on as he follows grell. ]

What? No. I'm going to -- Oh!

[ he suddenly gets an idea. it's full of spite because of course, which means rhys is now going to deliberately step in every single blood stain and smeaaaaar it everywhereeeeeeee as they walk. he's definitely 28 years old. ]

... Heh, this is really hilarious. You should totally try it.

[ he's definitely a-gigglin' ]

[Rhys...

Well, he won't smear it too much because the drops of blood are about halfway dry. The trail leads all the way to the very back of the cafeteria on the second floor, ending at...what appears to be a giant pile of garbage?

Just push Rhys into it where he belongs, Grell.]

[she has more self control than that. but she is also staring at the garbage pile and thinking that Rhys will either see something akin to his home or he'll run away screaming. meanwhile, she's the one with leather gloves on and long sleeves.

there is no gain without some sort of sacrifice. also someone is going to owe her because she is taking a deep breath, straightening her shoulders, pushing up her glasses...

and she's going to dig through the garbage to see if anything can be found. mentally she's telling herself she can take a long shower after this and cleanse it from herself, and that will pull her through. curiosity outweighing disgust right now.

if something flies back from where she's digging and hits Rhys, well, whoops. she definitely did not throw that. a lady would never.]

[ nah, grell. he sees the garbage pile and thinks of fiona's home, grinning to himself and muttering -- ]

Where's a Pandoran when you need one? Haha, hehe.

[ stop giggling to yourself, man. he's actually too busy giggling that he doesn't notice the thing flying at his head and it totally hits its mark. rhys' head is a magnet for all things involving head injuries so he just swears loudly and stumbles backwards a little, catching whatever it is she threw in the process. ]

Okay, like, was that necessary? You're already going through the garbage, you didn't have to throw it at me. That's so rude.

[ he should probably look around in places that aren't the garbage pile, huh? he's going to do a quick scan with his echo to see if anything pops out. ]

[There's nothing in the garbage except more garbage and Rhys' shame. Next to it is an empty trash bag.

Nothing seems to pop out with the Echo-Eye...oh, except the robot lying in a pool of blood on the first floor directly underneath where they're standing now.]

I didn't throw anything at you. If an accident has occurred, my apologies.

[still, if the garbage search is fruitless, she'll briefly look at the trash bag before dropping it aside. anything? ~~Bueller?~~]

[ he would reply to that with some more whining but of course, that's when the echo eye catches the fucking DEAD ROBOT BODY and rhys lets out a very high pitched scream. he jerks backwards, stumbling before falling right to the floor on his butt. good job, rhys. ]

We have to go back downstairs!

[ and he sounds RATHER URGENT about this as he scrambles up from the floor and takes off back towards the stairs, pretty much making a beeline for the dead robot. ]

[The robot is tragically super dead. There's a knife sticking out of it and it's leaking motor oil from the wound.

Also there's a human body underneath it bleeding everywhere, but who cares about that next to the robot death tbh.]

[Alerted to the high-pitched scream, Marinette comes running in!!]

I heard a scream! Was that Adelina, are you alrigh---

[wait a second, Rhys is there]

That was you?!

[she hasn't noticed the tragic robot death or that poser human that also died]

[ordinary people take the stairs. Grell Sutcliffe grabs hold of the railing and vaults over it to land perfectly on the ground fifteen feet down with a style that would make other people jealous. even her hair falls elegantly around her shoulders, and so she's there before Rhys can make it to the scene. natural twenty, get.

...that's a body. with a robot on top of it, with a knife in it, but that is a corpse. and without even thinking, she crouches down, pushing the broken machine off the body and to the side to see who exactly was the next member of their group to fall.]

[The robot's about as heavy as you'd expect a hunk of metal to be, but it won't pose much of a problem to her strength. However, its weight would explain why the body underneath the robot looks pretty...squashed. One hand is extended with its index finger pointing out, as if in the middle of writing a message.

Raleigh Beckett is dead.]

[ this is actually a pretty difficult moment for rhys. he's caught between four different directions here, having to make a solid choice. he's going to... telltale it.

(Y) To Marinette: "Screams come in different vocal pitches depending on your voice! They're not gender based! Fuck you!"
(B) To Grell: "Who jumps like that? WHO? That's VAULT HUNTER bullshit and I'm not having it!"
(X) Run towards the robot.
(A) Do Nothing

rhys presses X on his controller and dashes towards the robot at full speed, skidding across the floor a little and dropping to his knees towards the stabbed corpse. he'll take the knife and tug it out, throwing it to the side before scanning over the robot with his arm to check for damages. ]

Oh my god, oh my god? Who would do such a thing? Oh my goddd.

[ sorry, raleigh ]

[Never you fear, Rhys, Marinette is judging you regardless!!!! What a weenie!!!]

[See, she doesn't even scream when she catches sight of the poor robot and also whoever that guy is. She does, however, gasp in horror, and immediately ignore the real victim here to rush to Raleigh with a stunned look on her face.]

Raleigh! Raleigh!!

[is he still alive? hell no, but that's not going to stop her from scrambling over to him and checking]

[man, her priorities are fucked up]

Edited 2016-06-18 01:26 (UTC)

[Raleigh. she remembers reading that name, and straightens up. the sight of a dead man isn't too much for her to take, but this means something. this means there's going to be another one of those trials.

in a clear voice, she speaks loud enough to be heard across this room.]

Lady Alice.

[her eyes are fixed on the dead man, but she thinks that their overseer might be watching.]

Please let everyone know that there's been another death, if you could.

[while Rhys is looking at the robot and Marinette is checking Raleigh, her priority is that message. can she make any of it out?]

[Alice's disembodied voice rings out in the cafeteria.]

Do not worry, Grell Sutcliffe. The announcement will always be automatically sent whenever three or more players discover a body.

[It looks like the robot was stabbed in a vulnerable area, where there's a small gap between the plates of metal that a knife could slip into. The wiring there has been cut and destroyed in the attack.

Raleigh is super dead. He is Wile E. Coyote squashed by an anvil dead. Marinette will notice that the body is still fairly warm.

The message looks something like this, but...bloody instead of MS painty.]

[ rhys is going to keep working with this robot here. actually, after her shouting he looks back towards marinette and hisses at her -- ]

Could you stop yelling? Seriously, corpse, we get it. Whoop-de-doo.

[ then back to the robot, he's going to keep scanning the damage, running diagnostics on the robot from what he can, and muttering to himself as he goes. he's trying to figure out if he can salvage this, if he's able to repair the wires at all. he's also going to look for a usb port to plug himself into the robot to see if he can download the robot's harddrive to his arm. ]

Freggin'... people with the screaming. Like we didn't know this was going to happen. At least he's still whole, I guess.

[ fuss fuss fuss. ]

This coming from the man who screamed like a baby! [she shoots him a glare, but her attention is quickly focused back on Raleigh. She might be a ~~furry~~ superhero, but she's also like fifteen. She holds Raleigh by the shoulders, on the verge of tears, futilely trying to revive him.....]

[sad trombone, weh weh weh]

What happened-- did the robot attack him?!

[stop talking shit, Marinette, the robot did nothing wrong!!!]

We don't know yet, Miss Marinette.

[that's definitely letters...the name of his killer, possibly? already her mind is working quickly, and while she'd try and see if Rhys was all right from the shock, he's doing...something mechanical she doesn't understand. so instead she quickly wipes her gloves on her skirt before setting a hand on Marinette's shoulder.]

But let him rest.

[she's young, it tugs at her cold black heart a little.

instead of drawing notice to the letters, she looks over the body. crushed to death is pretty devastating, but the surviving hand...is there time to check it to see if he's holding anything in it?]

[Though the fingers of his other hand are curled in, they're empty. Grell may notice that there seems to be a trail of bloody shoeprints leading from the pool of blood away from the body, however.

Neither reviving the robot or Raleigh will work. Maybe it's time to start looking elsewhere?]

[ after a bit, rhys realizes the robot's nothing more than a scrap heap and he isn't going to be able to find anything else without any of his tools. so, he's going to be very nice now and instead of just dropping the robot to the floor, he lugs it over to a chair nearby so he can sit it up in the chair. there you go, buddy.

then he turns back to the other two, hands on his hips. ]

Okay, we need to find out who killed this robot. And, uh, that guy. Whatshisname.

[ finally taking a look at raleigh now and -- ]

... Huh, he's still really attractive even as a corpse. [ wait, shit. ] Don't tell Jack I said that.

[ okay now he's going to go pick up the knife. ]

[She's starting to mcfreaking lose it, but Grell's hand on her shoulder breaks her out of it. She swallows, gets up, and nods.]

....Right, we have to find out who did this. Thank you, madame Grell.

[..... and then shoots Rhys a disgusted look]

His name is Raleigh! And that's disgusting! Show some respect, you-- sicko!

[OBVIOUSLY THE ROBOT IS THE REAL ATTRACTIVE ONE HERE??]

Edited 2016-06-18 02:22 (UTC)

[...Rhys you're even weirding out Grell, which is hard to do in manners of acknowledging people's beauty. are you serious.]

I don't need to know what - or who - keeps you warm at night, sir.

[she'll shield Marinette from this with her own body if she has to.]

But do keep your eyes open.

[moving away from Marinette, she goes in the direction of those footprints, keeping her skirt hem high enough to not disturb what's on the floor - unlike some people. where do they seem to be leading...]

[The knife looks like one of the standard kitchen knives.

The shoeprints lead towards the direction of the cafeteria entrance, but only a few feet away from the body before they abruptly stop.]

[ rhys opens his mouth to argue but then rewinds through the last few things he says and huh, maybe she has a point. doesn't stop him from very pettily mimicking stabbing grell and marinette with the kitchen knife when their backs are turned.

then he just drops it back to the floor before shoving his hands in his pockets and following after them, echoeye still lit up. fine, if you want to look, he'll look. he'll also call out passive aggressively while he scans the floor. ]

Stop telling me to keep my eyes open. They're open! Hell, one of them is even turned on. It's like, like no one pays attention to me or something. I'm worthy of attention, you know! Wait, that sounds stupid. Shut up, nevermind.

[ speaking of paying attention to rhys, he pauses and to marinette -- ]

Hey, kid, did you see Fiona out there? She's like, not dead, right?

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