WEEK 6 - Investigation

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes, and with it, another alarm. At 10:00 AM, a chaotic, dark song plays, more explicitly sinister in tone than previous alarms. As usual, it refuses to stop until you exit your room. The atmosphere seems to change as soon as you open your door, as if you have been left out of something cataclysmic; you feel compelled to explore. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[refactor]

[ Well, this pretty much sucks. Now that he actually has a reason to be more helpful, Jack finally walks into the medbay, though he's staring towards the turret quite seriously as he seems to think it over. He knows turrets pretty damn well, all things considered, but the general thing to do is just blow them up. In this case? He realizes it's probably not a good idea.

So, when in doubt, phone a friend. ]

Hey, Alice. Ya listening?

[ Jack looks up towards the ceiling, though that's just idle, since he's hoping that Alice will indeed respond. ]

Could use a little assistance here if you don't want a few more bodies. Can you turn that thing off? Or, hell, I'll take any suggestions to just get it to stop shooting for a minute so I can get into it myself.

[al2955]

Very well, Jack. While I normally would not interfere with a murder, we have reached a satisfactory number of bodies this week anyway.

[With a beep, the turret powers off.]

[laptopper]

... Classy.

[ "Satisfactory"... ]

So we've got two dead, one partially alive-- someone go get a healer or a doctor or whatever. I want to investigate this further.

[ Possibly tear her dress up a bit for bandages if she must. Just in case the ice takes awhile. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Someone ought to look at poor Hancock. At least to be certain. [Though there was the body announcement.] I'll go to get help.

[And with that he's fade stepping out of the room, probably hitting Jack with a blast of a little ice on his way. Serves him right for standing uselessly there.]

[refactor]

Thank you. At least something is easy today.

[ Jack is pretty exasperated, but his thanks actually does sound halfway genuine. For Jack, that's doing very well. Though since Dorian had insisted before leaving, Jack will at least head back to the Hancock's body to check it out. He groans as he shifts to kneel, since that definitely does not feel good, but, hey, he at least checks for a pulse. ]

How dead are ya, buddy?

[ you can tell he's an optimist ]

[al2955]

[Yeah, Hancock's pretty dead. He might have still been alive if everyone hadn't taken so long to remember he was around!!

...buuuuut judging from the number of bullets in him, probably not.]

[laptopper]

[ Who knows, maybe Hancock will answer.

Or not.

In the meantime, Fumi's turning her attention back to Light for a more thorough investigation. She'll give the actual room a look-through once the ice has melted a little more and she's sure she isn't missing something past all the blood. Any bruising or injuries not caused by bullets? Too hard to tell? ]

[refactor]

Yeah, that's what I figured.

[ Jack stands again, though while Fumi is investigating Light's body, Jack is going to head over to check out that turret. Anything strange about it? ]

[al2955]

[It's really hard to tell considering the number of bullet holes in him, but it doesn't look like there are any obvious injuries on Light that weren't caused by the bullets.

The turret's compact, portable, and definitely not infringing on any sort of copyright at all. There doesn't seem to be anything strange about it.]

[laptopper]

[ So not a whole lot of helpful hints about the body, other than the obvious. For now, because geez, things never turn out to be obvious. ]

You're not going to need me to bandage you, are you?

[ ... to Jack, even as she moves around the room now, checking to see if anything appears out of place. She knows this damn medbay by heart now. ]

[refactor]

...At least it looks good.

[ Of course he appreciates the design here. Though since the ice has melted, he's going to check this thing out a little more if possible. Even so, before he actually moves it, he's probably going to see if there's any way to confirm it's disabled. Or rip out wires. Just to be sure. Not saying he doesn't trust you, Alice, but Jack likes to be thorough. ]

No, it's not that bad, just wasn't expecting to play action hero for a second there. You see some bandages and the stuff to make sutures, toss it my way. I'll take care of it myself.

[al2955]

[Given the whole turret thing, it's not a surprise the medbay's wrecked to hell and then some. There's a whole bunch of bullet holes in the wall and cabinets opposite the turret, and most of the things in there have been shot up and destroyed. The diagnostic machine is also a smoking broken wreck.

That said, at least it looks like the drawers were out of the line of fire. If Fumi checks, she'll notice that one of the syringes that had been labeled beforehand is missing.]

[laptopper]

Check that cabinet you're in. If things weren't tampered with completely, the bandages should be in--

[ ... goddammit. ]

Always with the syringes going missing!

[refactor]

[ At least once Jack is more or less satisfied with turret safety, he's going to pick it up to move it out of those cabinets. He'll check the contents of them to see if there's anything obviously out of place, but. He's definitely looking for the aforementioned items. ]

...Seriously? Someone shot the guys fulla holes, and they still used a syringe? People here wayyyy over-complicate their work.

[al2955]

[Aside from all the bullet shells, it doesn't look like any of the items in that cabinet have been moved or are out of place.]

[laptopper]

There's no guarantee that the syringe was used on him. Granted, we don't even know what was in it, if anything, unless we find it.

[ ... and she really will check to see if the syringe is lying around somewhere, but her hopes aren't high. ]

[refactor]

Yeah, well.

[ With nothing obviously out of place, Jack is just going to grab what he needs and turn around towards Fumi. He's ultimately going to take care of this elsewhere, since stitching himself up in front of someone else feels... weird. But he'll at least lift up his shirt to clean up the wound somewhat an roughly bandage it. If Fumi cares enough to look, she'll see that there is indeed a stab wound in his side. ]

Good luck with that one, kiddo. Would offer to help but A, kind of preoccupied, B, gonna guess you know this place better than I do in the first place.

[al2955]

[Doesn't look like the syringe is anywhere in the medbay.]

[laptopper]

[ Okay, syringe stealer. When she finds you, she's going to have Words. If there's nothing else, she'll sigh and stretch a bit. ]

I do. And I also don't have a stab wound from who knows what.

[ She's actually not going to ask. ]

[refactor]

Rhys.

[ Jack clarifies with venom in his voice, but with the wound cleaned up enough for him to head elsewhere, he'll start to leave. ]

Anyways, gonna go take care of this. So, y'know, good luck with the syringe or whatever.

[ Peace. Fumi will be blissfully free of Jack's presence, at least, since he really is going to go take care of this little problem. ]