THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[Good Friday morning, everyone!

Ah, the sun is shini--no.

Well, the birds are singi--....no...

It's time to take a shower and--...oh.

It's...the bats are...cute....?




Ok, it's a dreary and miserable morning and everyone is annoyed that they are here and there's an infestation of spiders and creepy happenings and the Stewards are jerks and no one likes this place, ever. Fine. Be that way. So.

What is everyone doing?]

Comments

[icanhearscreams]

... She’s the next pilot and she’s already dead? We’ll have to find another one...

[yonosoymaria]

[Oh, that was the last thing he'd wanted to be right about. The very, very last. Still, if he concentrates on this, he won't think of someone else with dark hair.]

You're away from all that now. You've been wounded, you need to rest.

[Not that it had saved Lucy to do that. She'd died, too, and only four years older than Miss Atsuko.]

[icanhearscreams]

... It’s not me. Someone else is next to die.

[His skin is cold and clammy under Eric’s touch.]

[yonosoymaria]

That's right, it's not you.

[How do you comfort someone in a situation like this? How do you treat shock, again?!]

[icanhearscreams]

Who signed up? Who's part of the contract other than me?

[He's not resisting Eric, at least.]