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[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate feels as miserable as most aboard but at the moment looks on the better side, pale and flushed at once, dark circles beneath her eyes, but seemingly in possession of all her hair and limbs and minus any conspicuous growths. She's sat on a bed in the passenger quarters, comm propped on the bureau near her head as she looks into it. Her voice is thick and hoarse. ]

So whatever this is is clearly only getting worse. I know people have been testing the food and water and air and seem to be coming up empty, and the only other thing I can think of that we've all been exposed to is the stasis fluid. The gravcouches have all been drained, so unless anybody has a sample lying around to test... I'm thinking we go find where it comes from. If we can find the source maybe we can figure out if it's been tampered with or infected and how to cure this.

[ She pauses to clear her throat, fingers pressed against her neck. They're even paler than the rest of her, grey-ish in comparison, a sickly purple around the nail beds. ]

If anyone wants to help, let me know. The more the better. Especially if you know more about those parts of the ship. I don't have departmental access to anything and there's a lot of this shithole to search especially if we keep getting locked in the elevators trying to get anywhere. [ Or getting sidelined by hideous mutations and unbearable pain, but that goes without saying. ]

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[lostsoldier]

[ Oh.

Yeah, he knows what the gray-purple is about. ]

I can strap a knife to your wrist.

[ Friendship. ]

[alsohawkeye]

[ She's a tiny bit in love with him for that right now. ]

Thanks. I've got a selection from Arima if you need extras.

So is it manticores, or...?

[lostsoldier]

[ He tries, ok. ]

In the Crew Quarters? Hard to say. Whole place kind of screwed with your head. There was something, though.