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[The video feed turns on, and it's focused on Elle's face (and, without her hat, this means that the scar on her forehead is very easy to see). The backdrop? One of the Moro dorm rooms, though Elle has taken great pains to make sure the beds aren't visible, so it's mostly wall and door frame in the shot.]

Uhh... so. [A strained pause.] The past couple of weeks gave me the impression that it isn't normal to walk into your bedroom and find a dead body. You know. Unlike some places I could name. [S/o to the wasteland.] And yet... [Despite the topic she's talking about, and the fact her words could sound joking, she seems pretty calm and her voice is flat with the tone of "another annoying Tuesday."]

So, uh. Yeah. One of my roommates is... yeah. Dead. Violently so. I know someone from the Medbay is gonna wanna come down here and get the body, but... Whose job is it to track down the person responsible? Are there cops or something? I'm willing to do anything that needs doing, but... I don't wanna, I don't know. Overstep my boundaries or anything, I guess. Or get in the way.

[ooc: RETCON MENTIONS OF VARRICK'S NAME to Cannae, I entirely forgot he's using a fake name.]

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I'll be down there in a few minutes to help get them to Med Bay.

In cases like these, I don't bounds are that much to worry about. Is it someone you live with or did someone leave you a present like a psychotic pet?

Thanks. It's... messy. Uh -- We're in Moro nine.

It's one of my roommates. I don't know if I should say "fortunately," because it's not like that's a good thing, but... At least it decreases the likelihood of me having a super creepy stalker. Hopefully.

Edited 2016-04-14 00:13 (UTC)

Random creepy infiltration isn't much of a party, either. Let's get him to MedBay and see if Curre can pull off one of the "bring people back from the dead" miracles.

I hope she can.

If the door is closed when you get here, it probably won't be because I've been murdered, too, between now and then. It's just because it's probably, maybe, safer to keep it closed. Just knock or whatever.

[Doc Yewll arrives swiftly, or as swiftly as she can anyway. Knocks on the door.]

Cleaning lady.

[She is not known for her sensitivity.]

[She has a floating gurney with her, and a body bag. She wonders what to expect, knows it can't be worse than anything else she's seen, but guesses that it's going to be bad for the ship no matter who it is.]

[Elle opens up the door, both recognizing the voice and knowing that it can only mean one thing.]

Hey. [She moves out of the way pretty quickly, pressing her back against the wall by the door, resuming the spot where she'd been waiting.] He's... well. [She gestures uselessly towards the body. It's pretty obvious where it is.

Based on the position of Varrick's body, it seems he hasn't been moved from where he fell. His arm is visibly broken, there's a shallow cut on his side, and a deep stab wound to his chest, deep enough to cut into his chest cavity. Inspection of the wounds will reveal that they were made with a curved blade. There is blood all over the floor.]

[As much as she hates Nolan, he would be useful here. He had a good eye for detail. He was an enormous prick, but had a good eye for detail.]

[She scanned all around Varrick, making sure she had the scene impeccably recorded, before she put away the scanner and started to move the body into a bag.]

I'll take him to Captain Curre. Not sure how the system of revival works but she's the one who has to handle it. We'll ask him what happened if it goes through.

Okay. [Elle has taken up fidgeting, slowly twisting the dial on her Pip-Boy glove. The longer she has to wait for things to be resolved, the harder it is to keep herself collected. She isn't as good at this as Raul or Cass.

She bites her lower lip for a moment before speaking again.] What'll happen if... if it doesn't? [A beat.] He has... He has -- a pet. [Bubbles, the brightscale wyrm.]

Then I'm very sorry to say that pet will be in need of a new owner.

There's not much we can do beyond make the attempt. If the attempt doesn't work, at least know we did what we could.

[She moved the body onto the gurney, and stared up at Elle from her crouched position.] I'm not miss congeniality, but I want people to survive. I'll do what I can for you.

[Nihlus had just come back from a round of scavenging when he sees the message.]

I'll be right there. Moro deck, room 9?

[She recognizes that voice. Nihlus, right?]

Yeah, that's right.

Hold tight.

[The turian arrives a couple minutes later, decked out in his armor sans helmet and stinking of grease and hot metals. He knocks once.]

Elle?

[Elle wishes the Moira had normal doors instead of these weird automatic ones. She'd feel better if she could leave the door partially open, but her options are "open" or "closed," and she doesn't think it's a smart idea to leave the door open. Since there's too much that's unknown about why this has happened, she can't rule out the possibility of the murderer coming back. Normally, she'd be confident in her ability to defend herself... but... She doesn't have any ammo for her shotgun. She has ammo for A Light Shining in Darkness and the Survivalist's Rifle, but... She doesn't have the guns themselves.

So. Better safe than sorry.

Still, when there's a knock on the door and she hears Nihlus' voice, she doesn't hesitate in opening it. She's expecting him and Medbay, so she's standing near the door. She's wearing her uniform, but she's got her heavy leather backpack on, and her combat knife on her belt instead of in a boot, so... She's still as ready as she can be.]

Hey. [She still seems pretty calm, though she's giving the murder scene a wide berth.]

Are you alright?

[He peers inside but won't enter until Elle indicates it's alright for him to do so. He notes the pack and the knife and then the rest of the room. It smells of blood, both fresh and burnt.]

Medical will be here soon to move the body. I'd like to take a scan of the scene before I go. Any ideas who might be the murderer and where they went?

Yeah, I'm fine. [She shrugs. She notices him waiting, and she gestures loosely with both arms to show him that it's okay to come in.] It's pretty terrible to say, but... I see worse than this all the time back home.

I have no idea who could've done it, though, or where they might've gone. It looks like they tried wiping their hands -- and maybe their weapon? -- off on the sheets over here. [She points at what she's talking about.] And I tried to get a look at the wounds, just to get some idea of what the murder weapon was? I didn't get too close or interfere with the body or anything, I just looked, but... It's not like any knife I've seen.

[Nihlus steps into the room with a thankful nod, bringing up his omni-tool. It flickers out a beam of light and takes a full 360 of the room. This was far from the most gruesome thing he's seen too.

The poor sap died quickly at least from the looks of things.]

I'm sorry your first few days here had to end like this.

[Elle, was, of course the first suspect on the list, but Nihlus quickly dismisses it for the time being. The foot and hand prints were too large for her, and the wounds did not, in fact, match up with the knife she had when he steps closer to inspect the body.

The body was also still warm when he takes additional scans of it, and Elle wouldn't have had much time to get change out of or get rid of bloodied clothes and weapons before making her call.

Which leaves her other roommates.]

Have you made contact with Saunders or Rinzler at all?

[He remembers the watching the program light up his disc in the simulation room and his expression darkens.]

[There are other signs of the fight. It seems to have been kept to this one corner of the room, as nothing else is askew, but there's a scuff on one of the nearby walls, and there's a drawer very near the body, partway open -- but empty. Its contents seem to have been scattered, a pair of sticks that seem to have been broken off pieces of furniture legs, jagged on one end, with blood worked into the wood. But it's easy to tell just by looking that the blood is old, very old, and didn't come from Varrick.

Nihlus' apology earns a weak shrug from Elle. She... well. The longer she's here with the body, the more the reality of it is sinking in -- the more her personal emotions are starting to arise. She and Varrick had been getting along so well... But -- She needs to not dwell on this too much. He's going to be okay, right? Curre can bring him back. So, she doesn't need to think about that.

She shakes her head to answer his question.] Not since this morning. I got back from my shift not too long ago.

I'll ping them on the MID after this and see if-

[That's about the moment J's text goes up on the Network.

Nihlus stops and stares at it, his expression flattening into unreadable neutrality.]

Stay here and wait for Doctor Yewll.

[Nihlus is out of the door before Elle could answer. It's colder than he liked, but he's not sure how much time he has.]

[... what? What... was that about? What happened?

He was looking at his MID just before he left, so Elle checks hers, too, once he's gone.

... shit. Shit. That description...

Rinzler?

But... Why?

She's security, too, technically. But Nihlus was right. She still needs to tell Doctor Yewll about... And it's not like she -- has ammo. She wouldn't be able to help much in the fight. She can do her most good here.

... shit.]

It's not.

[He confirms with an even tone though the crease in his brows discards the notion that he's unaffected by the news.]

Are you in danger? Do you need help?

Well... As far as I can tell, the murderer left. I'm okay, though, but thank you for worrying about me.

[But it's occurring to her that the only weapon she has on her that's gonna be any kind of reliable is... her knives. Because she doesn't have the ammo for her shotgun. Wwwwelp.]

... if they come back, I might be in trouble, [she admits.] I dunno if they will. It's hard to tell what exactly went down in here, let alone why...

............

[A murderer? Then it wasn't an accidental death.]

It is not safe to wait alone for the authorities. [He looks at her.] If I may - where are you located?

[Yep. It's totally a murder, man. You'll be able to see for yourself why it's so obvious.]

Yeah, you're probably right, [she admits sheepishly.] I'm in Moro #009.

I will be there shortly.

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[He answers as he flies off to her location.

Some time had passed since the message had first been posted and his first reading of it. From her responses it seemed she was in little danger. Still, he kept to his promise and arrived a handful of minutes later.

He phases through the wall - passing through it as if he were a ghost - and enters the room hovering a foot in the air before touching down on the ground.]

Edited 2016-04-14 03:22 (UTC)

[By now, Nihlus has investigated the scene and left, and Doc Yewll has come and picked up the body. Still, Elle hasn't heard back yet about any progress on who is responsible, so... If they're still at large? There's no telling what could happen. She shouldn't go wandering off on her own. She'd be safer if she stayed p --

Elle was expecting a knock on the door, not someone -- walking through the wall. She startles badly, hand dropping to her waist where her combat knife is resting before she can even think about it. But -- No. No, she recognizes this person as the one who offered to come and stay with her. She lifts her hand again, both of them, to run them down her face. Jesus.]

H... Hi.

[A puzzled look crosses his face as he watches her run her hands down her face.]

.....

[He's unsure what to make of it. Still, he follows that greeting with one of his own, acknowledging her presence with a nod of his head.]

Hello. [A pause.] Are you... okay?

Holy shit. Who's your roommate?

[ That's a pretty reasonable reaction, right? ]

His name's Varrick. [Now that she's letting herself think about him, it's... starting to catch up with her. It's easy to separate herself from the murder scene, focus on what needs taken care of, act like it doesn't entirely phase her. But... They were just starting to become friends.

Elle starts to fidget with the sleeves of her uniform.] He seemed kind of grumpy, but... I thought he was nice enough. I don't know why this might've happened.

That's messed up. Are you okay? You got somebody there with you?

[ She's not in security in any capacity, but she can still maybe help? Ish? Sort of? ]

I... yeah. Someone's come to stay with me until they find whoever did this. [Elle runs her hand through her hair. She's trying hard not to think too hard about it.]

He... He should be okay, though. Someone from the Medbay already came and picked him up... So, he can -- They can help him. Bring him back, right? That's... possible here? Somehow? [She'd heard about it before all this happened, but... She didn't think it'd come up so damn soon. And she doesn't entirely get how it works.]

Okay, cool.

[ Oh... Wow. She has no idea, actually, but that doesn't seem like a thing she should actually say right now. She tries not to look too uncertain about this. She is an Experienced Super-Person who totally knows how to comfort people. ]

Right. I mean, I've heard about it, but I haven't been here long enough, but that's, like, totally a thing that's happened before.

So it really does work... [A pause.] Sometimes, at least. Most of the time? [She hopes?? She's going to tell herself that, anyway. She'd really like to remain mostly calm about this, look level-headed and steady even in the face of this kind of thing, because she knows she can be.

... but, she'd be lying to say she wasn't shaken, anyway. She just -- needs to keep it from... taking over. Panicking about this whole thing... That wouldn't... help anyone. Elle takes a deep breath.]

Edited (I'M SORRY i'm done i swear) 2016-04-14 04:34 (UTC)

As far as I know, yeah totally. [ As far as she knows is... really not that far, but she doesn't want Elle to feel shittier than she already does. ]

So, it'll totally be okay. And this is a space ship, so we're totally going to catch the person who did it and... I don't know, stick them in jail or whatever.

[That... helps. It really does.]

I'm... glad there's -- a justice system, I guess you call it. I know it sounds weird, I guess, but... I dunno. It's not all that common where I'm from. There are towns that don't even have a sheriff or anything. [There are a lot of messed up things that happen in the wasteland and the perpetrators experience no consequences at all.]

Awww, you get all the nice welcome gifts. I didn't get a corpse in my bedroom my first month.

[It's a terribly tasteless joke, but the man's dead so there's nothing that will help him now, and Deacon has a tendency to respond to tragedy with humor. It keeps him sane. Sane-ish.]

Do you need a new place to stay for a while, somewhere where killers are slightly less likely to get in? If you sleep nights like a normal person, we might be able to work out a schedule. [Because Deacon mostly doesn't sleep at night.]

[Honestly? The dark joke is... weirdly comforting. She guesses it's because it's wasteland humor. It ekes out a small smile from her.

It doesn't last long, though, because he... brings up a good point.] You know, I... I didn't even think about that. I... maybe. Yeah. I... probably should take you up on that.

Swing by my place, Nomo 004, any time you're ready. I'll set you up.

[And tell his roommates, if they're awake, something that probably won't be the truth.]

Edited 2016-04-17 06:22 (UTC)

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