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[ FILTER: LOCKED TO THE SECURITY TEAM ( viewable to Ariadne ) // Encrypted 98% ]

I thought it would be more prudent to get in contact with you boys & girls first. Not my best form as far as introductions go unfortunately but my name is Eames.

A friend of mine has died. Bluntly put is there protocol for dealing with the body ?



[ ooc: I'M REALLY SORRY FOR THE DOUBLE POST GUYS SOB there just wasn't a neater way to reach everyone otherwise! ]

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[puppydogeyes]

How?
Don't let any of the Sherlocks near it.

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[signatures]

Self-inflicted fatal gunshot.

Necrophiliac ?

[ Arthur isn't (wasn't?) suicidal by a fraction, but it's rather difficult to explain his motivations otherwise. He is, ultimately, self-sufficient - and isn't it what they all wanted? Having some sort of undeniable proof that the ship isn't a created delusion from their own subconscious?

The body hasn't disappeared yet and Eames knows more than others what exactly that means. ]

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[puppydogeyes]

[The fact he didn't just straight up say suicide means something, and Taylor isn't looking to pry - a friend, he said - but with all the fucked up the ship likes to throw their way, she has to check.]

Under influence?
No just fucking annoying + disrespectful.

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[redhotsummers]

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I have no idea.

I'm sorry.

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[signatures]

hardly your fault no need to apologise

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[redhotsummers]

...

...it means this is real then, though.

Doesn't it.

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[chromosomes]

[ He reads the conversation with the other member of security first, ignores the way his insides twist slightly. Suicide wasn't uncommon and gun shot wounds were definitely common, but that doesn't necessarily mean he likes dealing with either. Tyke's asked the how, so... ]

where?

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[signatures]

fourth floor eighty first

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[chromosomes]

in the room, then?
I'll be right there

[ Not like he can do much with just himself, but... ]

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[grndnpnd]

[ It's fucked up, given the conversation they were having the other day. Is it possible to feel like shit about things you said, even if you had no way of knowing what they'd mean in the future when you said them? Well, Tommy does. ]

sorry.

[ There's a long pause before the next message: ]

you need someone to keep an eye out til things are sorted?

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[signatures]

sounds like I might

Call me I've a favour to ask of you

Consider it payment for helping get those fancy syringes if you need a motivational reason

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[jurisimpudent]

Someone needs to examine the scene of the crime. Have you disturbed anything?

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[constructum]

No one needs to examine anything.

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[dirtyword]

[ Eames is typing. He'd been preoccupied all day and a nicer person would have asked what was wrong--a nicer person, or someone who knew what was going on. Then again, Brendan's pretty sure the only reason he knows the guy in front of him is vaguely distressed is because he's been watching the three for a very long while.

He rolls his shoulders, heading towards him--a usual slouching walk--and takes his time, keeping his head down. He knows through Ariadne's sketchbook that the other two probably have bishops as well, and if not? There might be something he can lift to further his understanding.

Which is exactly why Brendan bumps into Eames and brings a hand up to steady them both, mumbling an apology when he's really got a hand in Eames' pocket. ]

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[signatures]

[ Eames lives by being unassuming. A boozer, gambler, old vet who spends too much time in dens so he can waste all of his money away, has plenty of stories to tell but none of them true. He generally would be a rather easy target - loose clothes lead for deep pockets even if for the most part he keeps his hands stuffed in them. Always carrying cash means he can pay off who he needs to at the time, whether it's a boy who needs the money or an old hag who really probably doesn't - but what Brendan will feel is not a neatly rolled up wad with no clip attached, but the engraved casing of a pocket watch, and the thick plastic of a warped pokerchip.

Then he'll feel Eames' hand enclosing around his wrist and his shoulder shoving him into the wall of the thoroughfare, all of his weight pinning him down. His communicator is raised in a way that might've sidelined Brendan's temple, but Eames pauses when he gets a good look at him.

Eames didn't know Arthur when he was 17 (he'd be 30, half a world away) but the terrible thing about Arthur's face and getting women was that it was always rather young looking until he remembered to emote. The communicator is neatly closed and tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, one of the few things not ruined from the manticores, and then that hand is plucking the glasses right off of Brendan's face, turning it over to look at the wire frames curiously. ]

There are better ways to say hello, hm? Trying to pickpocket a man isn't on the top of my list, generally.

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[walksonrooftops]

I don't know if there is a protocol. Did he have any wishes?

Although, it's probably not good to give anyone "dibs".

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[signatures]

Not a popular topic of conversation

"dibs"?

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[angerissues]

If there's a protocol, I don't know it. How'd it happen, if you don't mind me asking?

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[signatures]

Gunshot.

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[justthedriver]

Airlock's there for reason.

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[signatures]

theres something rather space viking about that

Likely what I'll go with

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[leaps]

the going rule is "don't give the bodies to any of the sherlocks"

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[signatures]

so Ive gathered

there's more than one ?

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[akidfrombrooklyn]

I'm sorry to hear about your friend.

But I've got nothing useful, I've never encountered a death on board before.

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[signatures]

thats quite all right first time for everything