video; forward dated to the 14th

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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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[quixotically]

[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.

[visionarie]

[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?