First Investigation

[airlockedmods]

[It's your second Friday in Starfield Penitentiary, and four people are already dead. But at least there's been no murder among your own number yet; you've been relatively united against the recent pirate threat.

This morning, though, it looks like there's some blood out in the main foyer area. Investigate?]

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[helladoptera]

[ A nod. The afterparty will be fun! ]

[induality]

[Someone is also notably missing from the action but... she has a reason too. She's hovering just far enough away from the action to avoid any potential blood sightings. But god if she doesn't look nervous.

It's starting again.]

It just keeps happening...

[She wants to curl up and ignore it all but she knows... come tomorrow she'll have to debate with everyone to find the guilty party.

And then they'll die too. So many bodies already...]

[empathiser]

It's fine. You're not used to this.

[He'd be... more concerned if she was just absolutely a-ok with it.]

[heartswapped]

O...kay?

[Dude she doesn't even want ur shit

She deposits her stuff on the nearest surface next to Doomfist's bed and looks him over.

Is he conscious?]

[goldrighthand]

[Not yet. Just lying on the bottom bunk with whatever wrapping they did to him last night.]

[heartswapped]

[Well, at least he's taking it easy. Only time Cheryl's ever dealt with concussions before was when she was on the receiving end, because hey, Pokemon adventures can get a little crazy sometimes. She lets out an exasperated sigh before taking the ice and wrapping it in one of the towels she's brought.

Slowly and gently, she applies it to his head.]

[goldrighthand]

[If he had encountered a Machamp maybe he'd have a newfound respect for her. But today is not that day.

There's a twitch of expression as the cold from the towel seeps in; it may be more reflexive than anything else. That, or he's damn good at faking unconsciousness.]

[heartswapped]

[Well. That's a good sign that Blaze didn't fucking kill another of them, but she'll need just a little more confirmation that he's even conscious. ]

Hopscotch.

[goldrighthand]

What.

[Well at least he can still deadpan, though he hasn't bothered to open his eyes?]

[jerkassic]

And here I was hoping he just went to breakfast early.

[Guess not? Unless there's food in there, but there's probably not.]

[heartswapped]

[That gets her to smirk just a little, as she adjusts her position to make sure that ice stays on his head.]

Worked for me.

You remember your name?

[goldrighthand]

[Is that a twitch of his lips? Might be. Might not be. He seems content to just let things go, for now, even if he does snort lightly before making the effort to give her a response.]

I take it I lost.

[LET'S FOCUS ON MORE IMPORTANT THINGS, POKEMOM.]

[heartswapped]

[Ya think?]

That didn't go over too well...

[goldrighthand]

It went as expected.

[And that's...acceptable, he guesses. At this point his eyes slit open, the rich amber of his eyes maybe a little unfocused but even that, too, is pretty expected. To him, at least.

Letting out a breath, he starts to push himself up.]

[heartswapped]

[That elicits an exasperated sigh from Cheryl. She thought you were smart, Akande.]

Yeah?

[Which prompts her to ask:]

So why'd you agree to fight if you knew you couldn't win?

[goldrighthand]

I asked for a match...because I wanted to understand him.

[100% his idea, thanks. For someone like him, there's no better way to learn someone than to face them in battle, and he may have a concussion for it but once he gets over it he'll be A-OK so just stop judging him, mom!!!!

you're not his real mom anyway you can't talk to him like that

he reaches up for the compress, grimacing a bit but making no effort to remove it. If anything, he just adjusts it on his head, moving it towards the back of his skull with a soft hiss]

INVESTIGATION END

[theoversight]

Time's up, Champions. [Blaze Dudely's voice rings from the speakers overhead.] Come to the docking bay doors and wait. You've got permission this time 'round.

heavy shit incoming

[heartswapped]

[Fair enough, she supposes. If he's going to keep the compress on himself, she'll withdraw her hand. She'll put it back if he needs it.]

Is that it?

He seems like the type of guy who needs someone to make him feel important.

[goldrighthand]

[at that, Akande closes his eyes. His weight is leaning partly against the wall; it hurts to support himself, which means his body took some Actual Damage. It's not the pain that stops him but understanding what it means, and that in order to heal, he will need to take it easy.

Besides, it gives him a few moments to collect his thoughts]

Not...necessarily. But he enjoys it. I don't think he has had an opportunity for that in some time.

[heartswapped]

Wouldn't be the first time I've dealt with someone as much of a jerk as he is.

Honestly, the fact that we're trapped here with him and his stupid rules is more frustrating than the fact that he's all... you know. Space piratey.

[goldrighthand]

You can thank Doctor Price for that. [Parley and all. Note to self, find where he is - or at least swing by that meeting, if it actually happens.]

[heartswapped]

Coward.

[Looks like Mom's just a bit bitter...]

[goldrighthand]

Perhaps. Dying would not have helped, however.

[he Gets It. It's not the same as he would have done, but he Gets It.

Still gross though, there's plenty of distaste on his face. Or maybe that's a grimace as he's trying to stand up?]

[heartswapped]

Guess you're righ- hey. Trying to walk it off isn't gonna make that concussion heal any faster, sir.

[She just. Gives him the biggest frown.]

But...something about Blaze I just can't shake off. I don't want to think he's doing all of this because he can, but...

You'd think he's desperate for attention.

[goldrighthand]

I'm getting some water. [But he is resting against the bedpost, now, to mull over his words]

...I think he's desperate for something. This is part of some sort of program, but I am still trying to understand it.