sixth investigation

[airlockedmods]

[It's Friday again but as of today it has been a full two weeks since someone has lost their life. The mansion is quiet, almost peaceful.

But we all know peace can only last so long in the Fantasy Sweet.]

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[airlockedmods]

[Oh, Nari...


The garden is safe. Enjoy it as you will.]

[everylittlesecret]

[GOOD SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN PISSED OTHERWISE

Just gonna chill in here till it's breakfast making time then. Then it's off to the kitchen]

[airlockedmods]

[The kitchen is also free and clear!]

[everylittlesecret]

[Yay. Then it's waffle making time. Have fun finding bodies, guys.

YOU KNOW WHAT Nari is gonna go to hall with the rooms to check on people there. Is there any suspiciously left open doors?]

[airlockedmods]

[Nope, unless people who've already checked in left theirs open.]

[everylittlesecret]

[.... She's gonna go visit Kip's room. Is there a response when she knocks to be polite?]

[airlockedmods]

[No response.]

[everylittlesecret]

[.... UUUUUUHM

YEAH

SHE'S GOING IN]

Hello?

[airlockedmods]

[There's nothing amiss in here, just Queenie curled up and tucked in in Kip's bed with a little bit of fuzzy pink bathrobe- one of Kip's many bathrobes- poking out around her peaceful face.]

[everylittlesecret]

[Still.... going to go double check that she's alive. She'll put her hands on Queenie's neck and check for a pulse. Is there one?]

[airlockedmods]

[There is a pulse but it's almost worryingly faint.]

[everylittlesecret]

[Oh no oh no oh no she grabs Queenie's shoulder and rolls the woman onto her back, panicking enough that a soft pat turns into a slap on the cheek.]

Queenie! Queenie, wake up! Don't you dare leave me!

[goteachother]

[One might expect a slap like that to result in startling someone awake. Queenie just groans softly, shifting like she wants to turn away from whatever caused that but her limbs are too heavy to do so.]

[everylittlesecret]

QUEENIE! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!

[She's going to start shaking the poor woman now.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church this morning is on his way to the morgue for........reasons, but there's a commotion in Kip's room.

Kip's room...is Queenie's room HE IS COMING IN THERE]

Don't-- [don't tell him that she's gone--]

[everylittlesecret]

[She looks over and growls.]

She's alive! But she won't wake-

[She stops when the announcement comes up. A moment later she crumples onto the floor, breathing rather heavily.]

[goteachother]

[A soft whimper.]

Wha...? [Weakly trying to push one of those hands off because fuck you this is a horrible way to wake up.]

[everylittlesecret]

[It's fine to go back to sleep now, Queenie. Just... go back to sleep. She's not shaking you anymore...]

[goteachother]

[Sleep is lovely and if no one is trying to drag her out of it that is precisely what she will do.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[No, no, fuck, no, Nishitani--but Queenie can't just sleep through it, and if Nari's going to have a.......moment, then guess what, Church is gonna just have to scoop Queenie up in his arms.]

Q, babe, you gotta get up now.

[goteachother]

[Mmm this is better than slapping, much better. In fact... Leonard you smell good. Just gonna snuggle down here and...

zzzzzzzzzz]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Hey do you know what's good for waking people up early in the morning, from a military standpoint? Besides the sound of gunfire and alarms. Cold showers! So just...gonna...maneuver her into the shower and lay her gently against the wall and then there's gonna be a rude af blast of cold water.

wake up grab a brush and put on a little make up]

[goteachother]

[And this time she blinks! Not startled or upset the way she should be but slow and lethargic. She lifts one hand to fend off the water but her reaction time is miserable. Leonard knows damn well that she's not one to sleep anywhere near this heavily.

But she's at least more vaguely aware than she has been so far?]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[She keeps TIME, she's AWAKE before ANY of them usually. Nari's being--Nari's being upset and the opposite of how Nari usually is, so he's got to do something and he doesn't have the medical experience to know what to do if someone's ODing on something. Because that's exactly what he's afraid of.

He ducks into the shower, blocking most of the flow and takes her face in his hands.]

Q, you gotta talk to me, you have to tell me what you took, what's going on, please, please, just stay awake and talk to me.

[goteachother]

Cap'n?

[Soft and slurred more than her usual accent but it's there. Her eyes are still mostly unfocused but she's blinking again, brow furrowing as she tries to concentrate, to figure out what's going on.]

Where...? 's happenin?