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[quixotically]

[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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[imaginary_wife]

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.

[quixotically]

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.

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[imaginary_wife]

[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.]

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[quixotically]

[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.]

[imaginary_wife]

[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.

[quixotically]

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.]

[imaginary_wife]

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.