First Investigation

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[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?]

Comments

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.

[heartswapped]

Hey, I'm not too brushed up on history, but didn't they make people fight to the death for funsies back in the old days?

[goldrighthand]

Gladiator fights. They still happen, depending on where you are. No, if it was that simple, it would be over by now.

[Guess who the winner would be. Go on, guess.]

[heartswapped]

Nah, this is more of a murder mystery type thing...

I'm wondering how much Dr. Price knew about this.

[goldrighthand]

I doubt much.

[All right, he thinks he has his balance now. ON HIS FEET PROPER

if slightly wobbly alright give him one more second]