The Fourth Investigation

[airlockedmods]

[Come early morning, the station is still and quiet. Nothing seems amiss in the area around your living quarters. It's a little while yet until C.E.C.E. makes her typical morning announcement, but of course you're still free to move about the station at your leisure.

Maybe you had better look around?]

Comments

[in4apounding]

I- okay.

[She runs off- catching herself and pausing long enough to set down the non-bloody scissors. A minute or two later she returns with an empty jar from the diner's kitchen.]

[Sorry Max, it's a hastily-rinsed jar formerly housing pickle relish.]

This was the best I could find, sorry.

[Is there even anywhere on the station that would have baggies or something.]

[airlockedmods]

[There might be baggies in the infirmary. So. Yeah.]

[in4apounding]

[...so there are no other places on the station she could've gotten baggies.]

[andjerry]

[He laughs, high and a little hysterical, and the smell combination's about to set him off- but he gestures for her to get the scissors back and cut some more fabric. Whatever else might be left, he's going to give Max more respect than whoever killed him did.]

[in4apounding]

[Okay! Good. She can do that. THIS IS FINE.]

[She's probably cutting way more strips than are actually needed.]