theairlock | the mock investigation

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the mock investigation

[The week at the space station has trickled by slowly. Friday morning after CECE awakens everyone with her usual cheery announcement over their PIPs it's dead quiet, the oppressive threat to their homes still lingering in the air. There's still hours to go before the deadline but will someone really have the guts to go through with it in such small quarters?

Or is the better question has someone already gone through with it?]

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[Eugh oh god why this. When he lands on the wall opposite the doorway he'll wipe at his face gross gross who spilled a milkshake in the zero g room guys because haha obviously it's totally a milkshake ha....... Just...gonna look around for what that was, where did it come from, who's gonna clean up this mess because spoilers it won't be him does he look like a janitorhog to you]

[It's awfully red to be a milkshake...

There's more of it floating through the air in thick, dark globs and, as he's searching for the course, he'll see a lone cowboy hat floating sadly through the still air.]

[Someone mixed some powder up wrong it's a strawberry milkshake I'm sure it's delicious shh.

That's all really very concerning though. So uhhhhhhhhh yes maybe this room should get put on lockdown. Yes. Good idea. He'll just bound himself back to the doorway, maybe angled down at the floor and then bouncing back up to try and avoid going face-first into the worst of the ~~milkshake~~ blood, and with an unbloodied hand turns the gravity back on on the controls.

He'll tell someone about this. Everyone, most likely. Just...when he's done his own looking when everything's settled and not floating around.]

Did you find--

[...]

Did you hurt yourself? Your face...

[Maybe he just missed his mouth because of the anti-gravity yeah... YEAH...]

Edited 2017-01-13 20:32 (UTC)

[Please don't drink the "milkshake", Shadow, that'd be a bad time.

With the gravity turned back on there's a series of loud, wet splats as the floating globs of blood fall to the floor. The Zero G room is still for a long moment before there's a loud whoosh and the sickening thud of a body hitting the floor followed by a loud crack of something breaking. The corpse is a tall, well-built bearded man with dark brown hair and a gaping wound in his stomach. Slowly, the cowboy hat flutters down from the air and lands beside his head.

Jesse McCree is dead.]

[Ginko opens the door into the anti-gravity room to check and--]

Growl! [It stinks in here and there's a dead cowboy. What more can she say?]

It looks like someone really didn't want those toxins released. But why like this...

[It's quite a case they've been left with.]

I couldn't say for sure. Why just leave him? Growl growl?

[Ugh. At least cover his face??]

Right? Surely there should have been a better way. The graphic nature aside-- doing something so dramatic... isn't very good for a killer who doesn't want to be discovered.

Unless they did it without thinking.

[That much is obvious, Ginko!] They got into an argument or something? I don't know.

If there was anyone who didn't like him very much, it would be good to take note of it-- although I don't know anyone as it stands.

[But then who knows. Someone probably knows people better than she does. That's not her best subject.]

I wouldn't know either. I usually keep to myself.

[She lived by herself in the wilderness for ten years. What do you want from her?]

Well, we should have time to figure that out. I suggest we all be careful, but if we look into things properly I think we should be able to get some answers.

[It's not the best, but it is an attempt at keeping things positive. They'll need it, no doubt, as things progress.]