THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[As Friday morning dawns, everything is quiet. Serene, even. It's been almost two weeks since the beginning of their stay here, and the time to fulfill the Commander's ultimatum offer is almost up. It seems that no one's taken her up on the offer, so far.

Maybe the lack of murder will continue, as everyone starts to go about their day....but there's only one way to find out.

Let's go about our normal routine, shall we?]

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[beguiledcard]

[ The coffee "suddenly" in front of him earns a soft blink, and then he looks up at C. He manages a tired sort of smile that doesn't even remotely begin to reach his eyes.

He initially just responds with a small nod. His voice sounds dangerously close to that kind of tired that just leaves a person feeling empty. The kind that even eight hours of sleep wouldn't help with. ]

... Thanks, C. [ hesitantly wrapping his hands around the cup, and focusing on the warmth for now ] I'll be...

[ And he falls quiet for a couple of seconds as he holds a blink. He shakes his head. ]

... okay, maybe. [ a beat ] This is probably my... tenth time? [ with his voice sounding a tad bit... off - like he's sort of out of it, at this point ] Seeing a dead body of someone who either was a friend... or more. Or could have become one, if we'd had enough time together. Maybe that's why all I feel is... numb.

[losergod]

... It's... hard. Isn't it.

[ A statement, not a question. He knows the pain. He's felt it firsthand. ]

I'm... I'm sorry. I wish I could do more to help you through it. I... I didn't deal well with it, myself, either, when it happened to me.

[beguiledcard]

[ He just stares down at the cup, an unreadable expression on his face, right now. ]

... Everything about this place is hard, C... But, that's why we'll need to find it in us to be each other's strengths...