video. forward dated to the 17th.

[foolproofed]

[Let it be known, Marty drops his comm before he finds a body - there's a sharp clanging noise as it bleeps on video, recording a muffled, panicked voice as the video points to the ceiling--]

 Hoooly shit -- holy shit, holy shit.

[There's the sound of feet scuffling, a soft plunk of something liquid being displaced, shoes squeaking. All the while, the nasally mantra of curse words and mumbled confusion continues for a little bit.]

Hey--are you--??

He's dead -- jesus. [A deep breath.] Awww maaan... Sorry, dude, that blows.

[Suddenly the device is picked up, showing Marty's confused face; it's video? He looks back, swallows hard, places his gun out of camera back into his belt as the screen catches what appears to be blood and a man's leg in the corner of the screen, in said man's passenger room. That would be Manfred Von Karma. Marty had stumbled upon his corpse, and it's all history from there.]

Aaaahm -- there's. Uh. There's a fuckin' dead guy up here; he like, just died. There's no pulse or anything, I checked, but I don't think -- he hasn't been dead for a long time. Maybe we should lock our doors? Everybody should probably go inside their rooms? Who the hell do I talk to about this?

[He seems thoroughly disgusted by his knee, looking up, exasperation and anxiety bleeding together.

Not quite as panicked as he could be; he's been around some fucked shit. But still -- this is bad. This is really bad.]

Gaaaaah, I touched blood. Fuck. Sorry.

((OOC: Part of Edgeworth's murder mystery plot! See post 1 and post 2 in the ooc comm for details. Marty's gonna be taken in and questioned as a possible key suspect in the crime until Edgeworth steps in to 'confess', don't mind him. People who might find him on the scene are totally okay for action instead of video, or whatever.))

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[voice]

[ryuuzaki]

You should probably talk to Security -- I'm sure they'll be talking to you. Try not to disturb anything else.

Is there another weapon?

[voice]

[foolproofed]

Just - I think he was shot. Maybe stabbed? No, I think shot. But I don't see anything that coulda' did it.

[because of certain ghost people

He rans a hand through his hair, sighing.]

I'm not going near him anymore, no worries, man. Just had to check and see if there was any chance for him, but he was... pretty much fucked.

[ryuuzaki]

What room is he in?

You can send the number privately if you'd rather not have guests before Security arrives. I'm only curious about his identity. An image of his face could also be helpful, if he's on his back.

[chuffle]

Are you breathing all right?

[foolproofed]

[He laughs, god, he laughs - but it's a miserable one.]

Am I breathing alright? I'm breathing better than this poor asshole here, there's definitely that.

[No biggie, Martin, you see bodies sometimes. Yo're supposed to be gung-ho now, remember? It's not like before. It's not like it's worse, like before, so just deal>.]

[chuffle]

Step away from the body and keep breathing. Hold onto something, if you have to.

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[darkholme]

[ Raven is- so not equipped to handle this, in fact the transmission makes her feel panicky and scared for the first long moment, she wants to shut off the feed and avoid seeing more, but. but. ]

I heard you say you're on the eleventh passenger floor, is that right? [ she sounds a liiiittle shaky, but it's quickly dissolving the more she focuses on what to do, on the protocol here ]

And I know it's- scary, and you don't have to stay close to the victim, but don't go anywhere until someone from Security is there with you, okay? [ maybe he should lock the door. but no, then he'll be locked in the room with the body and that's- not. good. she's blanking. maybe she should go ]

I'm heading your way now, and I've just- [ beep boop boop ] -sent out an alert to Medical and Security as well. Someone will be there soon, I promise.

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[foolproofed]

I - okay, h'okay. Thanks. That's right.

[He stands in the doorway, turned away, but then he thinks what if he comes back a zombie - which would have been ridiculous, if he hadn't seen zombies five too many times. Or whatever the score was. So he turns sideways to keep it even stevens.]

I thought I heard something. I knew it was bad shit, and I was gonna just run and do that 'self-preservation' thing. The smart thing. [He closes his eyes for a moment; why didn't he, anyway? That was stupid.] Don't think he's been dead for very long. Guy was still warm.

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[magewarden]

[ Oh good another dead body wait not good.

Someone should really do something about this.

... Belatedly, Daylen is realising that someone technically includes him.

You look jumpy, Marty. Luckily for everyone involved, Daylen has seen so many dead bodies in his life (and been responsible for quite a few) that he is unaffected by the sight of blood. ]

Stay where you are. Please give us the floor and room number. Security are on their way.

[ How does he do that thing where you ping people and they get alerts HE DOESN'T REMEMBER BLIGHT IT ALL never-mind he's just going to start looking for the passenger lift to get to the right floor. ]

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[foolproofed]

[For fucks sake, you want him to type at a time like this? No way. It's still video for him, and stays that way.] 11-03. I'll stick around, so - yeah, I'll stick around. Whoever did this shit is long gone, probably tearing ass through the ship.

Action; +1 Ren Faire detective for your company Marty

[magewarden]

[ Daylen has no idea what 'tearing ass' is meant to mean in this context, but it sounds uncomfortable. He resolves not to ask, because he thinks they have the medical people to investigate if such things have occured. Instead, he swiftly and calmly presses the right button for the 11th floor and takes stock of the hallway (looking for traces of a quick getaway, which direction someone might have gone) before moving to the appropriate room.

Marty is still there. Interesting. If he was guilty his instinct would be to escape, surely, unless it was self-defensive. Or unless he wishes to throw suspicion by pretending he simply found the body. He tilts his head, studying Marty calmly for a second and the scene around him before nodding. He tries to radiate calmness, hoping it spreads to the other man. His accent is probably distinctly British to Marty, overly so, and tone incredibly even and soothing all things considered. It says everything is under control, listen to me and things will be fine. ]

My name is Daylen Amell. I am part of the security team here. I believe others are on their way, too. Protocol dictates there should be more than one of us. I understand you must be tired and stressed, but would you mind answering a few questions for me?

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[secretlabtech]

You knelt in it?

[ Grossest possible face. Do you know how much work you're making for him? ]

Okay, the security team will be there soon, and they're going to make more of a mess. Could you possibly record as much of the scene as you can, without moving? You don't have to put it on the network, just hold the camera as steady as you can and sweep it around, then do the same until you've covered every inch of the room.

When you get out of there, someone will take your statement, but I'm going to need your clothes. The whole lot.

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[foolproofed]

I wasn't trying to kneel in it! I was trying to hover and lost my balance, and it's all grody kneecaps from there. [he's panicking, but it could be worse; he's pretty level, even with the nerves] I'll film it. Sweep it or whatever.

[......]

My clothes?

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[secretlabtech]

As thoroughly as you can. I appreciate it, you'll make my job a lot easier.

[ Relying on members of the public is not his job. Or well. Talking to them. But he's had to adjust. ]

Your clothes are evidence, and I can run a test on your hands for gunpowder residue, too. If you need spares, I can find you something to change into?

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[ex_question191]

This freaking ship doesn't let up, does it?

[ though a significant part of him is like better you than me buddy because he's had enough stumbling onto bodies for one lifetime. ]

Do you, uh... d'you need anything? Aside from some brainbleach. I could bring you a spare pair of pants.

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[foolproofed]

Man, I'd really appreciate that. The other guy wants to yank my jeans. And the rest of my clothes, I guess. Maybe I could use a frying pan to the head, if my day gets anymore fucked up?

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[ex_question191]

I don't have a frying pan.

[ though he has a gun, and he'll be freaking carrying it. ]

But yeah, I figured. Fun with contaminated crime scenes. Where are you?

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[blunted]

Looks like we were due for another murder.

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[foolproofed]

Noooo no, no, we're not, we're definitely not. How about we just avoid that part altogether, man? No fuckin' thanks, I'd prefer a little common decency and peace, for christ's sake.

[blunted]

You're in the wrong place for common decency and peace, kid.

[Video]

[realslimstrider]

[Yeah there's a dead body and all. But he side steps all that to focus on the one thing a half crow kid would.] Topher? Wait no. Holy shit you look enough alike to be related.

[Video]

[foolproofed]

[oh his voice goes even higher now]

Can we not talk about look-a-likes when there's a corpsey dude behind me?? There's gotta be a better time to bring this shit up, man.

[Video]

[realslimstrider]

Ok, got it. Chill out, and take a few breaths. Got ahold of the security force yet?

[He settles right in.]

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[picnmix]

do you need any help disposing of that mate
not that itll do any good now jesus youre not very good at this are you

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[foolproofed]

What — Jesus, no, that's not even close to funny, man; I didn't do any of this. There's no disposing to do. There's just standing and looking stupid and being useless. I might be a weed-machine, but I don't just — shoot people!