4/16; group text to ivan, gregor & bel

[forwardmomentum]

We have a problem.

[ attached is an image of a case of 18 fast-penta hyposprays...except it's empty for all but one. ]

Please tell me you guys have the rest.

Comments

[hellsbel]

Ha. All-points bulletin, then? Or do we start sniffing around everyones' lockers?

[forwardmomentum]

We keep it quiet, is what. If anyone on this ship has one of those hyposprays, the last thing I want to do is let them know they're holding a truth drug. Keep an eye out, but let's not spread the word.

[hellsbel]

We could tell them it's a laxative. [you should be imagining a smirk right now.~] So, what, keep an ear out for the giggling? That should be fun.

Medbay should hear about it, though. With that many missing, someone will get dosed eventually.

[forwardmomentum]

If we say anything at all, it'll draw attention to it, and that's what we can't afford. It might've been easier to deal with a few months ago, but consider the size of the crew now. If we start dropping hints, even those pointing in the wrong direction, the hearsay is going to get beyond our reach very quickly. Let's just...keep this quiet until I figure out what to do.

[hellsbel]

[sigh]

No betting pool on who gets drugged first, check. I won't let it out.

Recommend a hint to Lady Vorpatril, though. She'd be discreet. [and potentially right on the scene in Medbay if anyone who's hit turns out to be allergic -- if anyone deserves a heads-up, she does.]

[forwardmomentum]

It'd be a very small, very private betting pool, and those are hardly any fun.

You might be right on that note, though. I suppose she's more likely to find out by Ivan running his mouth than anything else, and then I'd have to explain why I didn't tell her.

[hellsbel]

Too bad.

...Heaven forbid. Better let her know right away, then.