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?]

Comments

[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]