21st May 2025, 10:18 AM
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Busy week for me.
The Spaceship
Bea sits crossing her arms over her chest, slightly tense, but trying to put on an air of confidence. She smirks slightly, thinking he's joking about the spitting in drinks bit. She looks over the contents of the cooler, but decides she's not thirsty. Her attention is back to Jethro.
Beatrix listens intently to the situation the Detective is laying out. At this Bea's eyes flash with recognition, she remembers the screaming from behind the door shortly after she first awoke. She thinks about whether to bring it up or not, she worries that she would be penalized for not helping but decides Jethro's smart enough to know that she didn't mean any harm by it. She waits for him to finish talking before talking herself.
As Jethro describes what he wants, she runs through a handful of emotions. Intrigue, worry, and a little bit of confusion. Of course, her curiosity outweighs her nerves so she decides to take him up on it. She wouldn't know what she would want out of it, she feels a strange headache coming on, but she'll worry about that later she feels it's unrelated to the task at hand.
Beatrix Montgomery:
"Well," she pauses to adjust her sitting position "I think I'll take you up on that offer." Her eyes flick to the newly unlocked door and then back to Jethro. She leans in almost conspiratorially, resting her arms on the Detective's desk. "Listen, when I was out in the hall for the first time.." She says just barely louder than a whisper, "I heard some screaming from the maintenance tunnels." She swallows some saliva "I.. uh.. Didn't do anything about it at the time, but with what you've told me, I think there's a possibility—It could've been that Ravi guy." She searches Jethro's face. He visibly mulls it over, conceding nothing else with his expressions.
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Could be related. Could be unrelated," he looks off to the side, "I will look into this personally. After these interviews are over anyways."
She leans back to a normal sitting position, she reaches into one of her jumpsuit pockets in a practiced way. Muscle memory. She is, of course, confused by her own actions and just decides that this interaction is over. Her interview is over—Time for the others.
Bea stands up and grabs the brim of her cap, tipping it down slightly towards Jethro. She opens the door and walks herself back to the waiting room sitting in an empty chair. Sonny is up next, Jethro points out. The lizardman security officer is watching over everyone.
Red Lizard:
"No ssspeaking anyone. Protocol sssaysss do not ssspeak."
And so nobody speaks, instead they all just sit there, each waiting their turn. Lommy twiddles her fingers and plays counting games on her hand. After Sonny emerged, Dai went in. After she was done, it was Roland’s turn.
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Roland Dough, you're up next."
Roland Dough:
"Oh, we're going to the dick room are we? Not interrogation?"
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Don't be a smartass."
And the last to go was Lommy. After that, Jethro came out, declaring everyone was free to go.
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Alright, you've all been here long enough. Zaxo here will hold the door open for you all. Get some sleep. Me, I've got some work to do," he says looking over his notepad. He shoves it back into his trench coat pocket.
The cargo gang left as a mass through the open security door being held open by the red lizardman. As they set out, Bea notices that the hallways are darker than they were previously. They have been dimmed to appear more like it were dusk. The ship comes with its own artificial circadian lighting program it seems. As they walk by, Bea can see some of the holding cells for prisoners. Bea notices her boss Jakub the QM in one of the jail cells. He appears to be already well asleep on the lower rung of some dismal bunkbed.
Lommy:
"I... Didn't really have much to say, really. I just want you guys to know that."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"I'm sure that whatever you said was fine. I don't like wasting my time being interrogated, but if it's to catch a murderer then it's worth our time... Even if it does cut into our sleeping hours a bit."
Roland Dough:
"Yeah well, if we sleep on the job tomorrow, who's going to know? Our boss won’t be there will he?"
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"I didn't bother to ask how long QM is in for."
Bea takes a glance at everyone and they all seem pretty exhausted. Sonny especially. Even herself she could notice feeling a bit drowsy. Technically, this is her first time ever experiencing drowsiness, with the memory loss and all, though she certainly knows how to handle it. She's just following the group at this point.
They make their way back to the main intersection of the 4 main hallways, where there's a statue of a man depicted atop a water fountain. Bea remembers being here. At the spot where they're standing, on one wall is the archway to the bar and cafeteria, and on the other wall is... Apparently a wide doorway into a recreational area. They go inside that big room. There are easels for painting, board games for distraction, and some books to read. Tables and chairs, yet they are all empty. Past that is, what appears to be, a mass shared bedroom.
There are beds everywhere, each with a set of flimsy wall separators. All of the beds are canopy beds, with some cheap cloth to give some basic privacy. They are all quite plain rather than ornate, with white and grey modern aesthetics. Looking around, one could see people wearing all colors and kinds of jumpsuits and jumpskirts and pajamas. Some are sleeping, others about to, others are chit chatting in hushed tones. The room gives off a sort of military barracks vibe.
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"This is our sleeping arrangement here. There are pajamas you can slip into, but the changing rooms usually have a line. I mostly just sleep in these, unless it was a particularly sweaty shift. In the morning we get to slap on a new suit after a shower, so you don’t have to worry too much."
Dai points out where the bathroom is, in case Bea or Sonny wishes to brush their teeth or shower. She points out the changing rooms too. She points out the cafeteria, if either Bea or Sonny want to eat before bed. Roland has already left to prepare himself. Lommy is sitting on hers watching Dai instruct the two of them.
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"These clusters of beds here are what we consider Cargo's. Technically, anybody can claim any empty bed, so it's just a kind of convention to all sleep together. That one's Roland's, and of course there is Lommy, and this one is mine," she says, sitting upon her bed, "you can have a sea too if you'd like. Oh, and here, a gift for both of you." She grabs underneath her bed and into a cardboard box to reveal two notebooks, with pens attached to them. "They're diaries—or journals if you prefer. I used to rustle, unable to sleep when I first got here. I found that writing a log of the day's events helped me sleep better. I always do, and I will especially mark today's." She pulls her own out from under her pillow and starts scrawling while lying prone.
Lommy:
"I mostly just sketch in mine when I'm feeling creative." She smiles weakly. "Feel free to claim any of the beds near us, or if you'd prefer, you can sleep next to anyone. And you don't have to sleep in the same bed every night, you can do sleepovers."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"Yeah," Dai agrees, "Almost everyone sleeps out here so it’s a nice time to meet with friends. The higher-ups do get their own rooms, so we hardly ever see them. Also, sec gets to sleep over there." She points to a far end of the wall, where there are bedrooms behind airlocks. "Sec sleep close to us all in case anything goes wrong, but they get extra privacy behind those walls so nobody messes with them or their gear... But anyone other than sec or command is probably somewhere here. If you want to say hi to someone—you can." She pauses to write something in her log, "Sorry, I'm distracted. I have to finish writing this so I can sleep. You guys do you."
Bea looks over and sees that Sonny has chosen his bed nearby and is already half-asleep. Apparently he plans to sleep before even brushing his teeth. Or maybe he's too tired to plan anything.
She thinks over her own plan for the night.
To be Continued
The Spaceship
Bea sits crossing her arms over her chest, slightly tense, but trying to put on an air of confidence. She smirks slightly, thinking he's joking about the spitting in drinks bit. She looks over the contents of the cooler, but decides she's not thirsty. Her attention is back to Jethro.
Beatrix listens intently to the situation the Detective is laying out. At this Bea's eyes flash with recognition, she remembers the screaming from behind the door shortly after she first awoke. She thinks about whether to bring it up or not, she worries that she would be penalized for not helping but decides Jethro's smart enough to know that she didn't mean any harm by it. She waits for him to finish talking before talking herself.
As Jethro describes what he wants, she runs through a handful of emotions. Intrigue, worry, and a little bit of confusion. Of course, her curiosity outweighs her nerves so she decides to take him up on it. She wouldn't know what she would want out of it, she feels a strange headache coming on, but she'll worry about that later she feels it's unrelated to the task at hand.
Beatrix Montgomery:
"Well," she pauses to adjust her sitting position "I think I'll take you up on that offer." Her eyes flick to the newly unlocked door and then back to Jethro. She leans in almost conspiratorially, resting her arms on the Detective's desk. "Listen, when I was out in the hall for the first time.." She says just barely louder than a whisper, "I heard some screaming from the maintenance tunnels." She swallows some saliva "I.. uh.. Didn't do anything about it at the time, but with what you've told me, I think there's a possibility—It could've been that Ravi guy." She searches Jethro's face. He visibly mulls it over, conceding nothing else with his expressions.
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Could be related. Could be unrelated," he looks off to the side, "I will look into this personally. After these interviews are over anyways."
She leans back to a normal sitting position, she reaches into one of her jumpsuit pockets in a practiced way. Muscle memory. She is, of course, confused by her own actions and just decides that this interaction is over. Her interview is over—Time for the others.
Bea stands up and grabs the brim of her cap, tipping it down slightly towards Jethro. She opens the door and walks herself back to the waiting room sitting in an empty chair. Sonny is up next, Jethro points out. The lizardman security officer is watching over everyone.
Red Lizard:
"No ssspeaking anyone. Protocol sssaysss do not ssspeak."
And so nobody speaks, instead they all just sit there, each waiting their turn. Lommy twiddles her fingers and plays counting games on her hand. After Sonny emerged, Dai went in. After she was done, it was Roland’s turn.
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Roland Dough, you're up next."
Roland Dough:
"Oh, we're going to the dick room are we? Not interrogation?"
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Don't be a smartass."
And the last to go was Lommy. After that, Jethro came out, declaring everyone was free to go.
Detective Jethro Bruno:
"Alright, you've all been here long enough. Zaxo here will hold the door open for you all. Get some sleep. Me, I've got some work to do," he says looking over his notepad. He shoves it back into his trench coat pocket.
The cargo gang left as a mass through the open security door being held open by the red lizardman. As they set out, Bea notices that the hallways are darker than they were previously. They have been dimmed to appear more like it were dusk. The ship comes with its own artificial circadian lighting program it seems. As they walk by, Bea can see some of the holding cells for prisoners. Bea notices her boss Jakub the QM in one of the jail cells. He appears to be already well asleep on the lower rung of some dismal bunkbed.
Lommy:
"I... Didn't really have much to say, really. I just want you guys to know that."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"I'm sure that whatever you said was fine. I don't like wasting my time being interrogated, but if it's to catch a murderer then it's worth our time... Even if it does cut into our sleeping hours a bit."
Roland Dough:
"Yeah well, if we sleep on the job tomorrow, who's going to know? Our boss won’t be there will he?"
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"I didn't bother to ask how long QM is in for."
Bea takes a glance at everyone and they all seem pretty exhausted. Sonny especially. Even herself she could notice feeling a bit drowsy. Technically, this is her first time ever experiencing drowsiness, with the memory loss and all, though she certainly knows how to handle it. She's just following the group at this point.
They make their way back to the main intersection of the 4 main hallways, where there's a statue of a man depicted atop a water fountain. Bea remembers being here. At the spot where they're standing, on one wall is the archway to the bar and cafeteria, and on the other wall is... Apparently a wide doorway into a recreational area. They go inside that big room. There are easels for painting, board games for distraction, and some books to read. Tables and chairs, yet they are all empty. Past that is, what appears to be, a mass shared bedroom.
There are beds everywhere, each with a set of flimsy wall separators. All of the beds are canopy beds, with some cheap cloth to give some basic privacy. They are all quite plain rather than ornate, with white and grey modern aesthetics. Looking around, one could see people wearing all colors and kinds of jumpsuits and jumpskirts and pajamas. Some are sleeping, others about to, others are chit chatting in hushed tones. The room gives off a sort of military barracks vibe.
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"This is our sleeping arrangement here. There are pajamas you can slip into, but the changing rooms usually have a line. I mostly just sleep in these, unless it was a particularly sweaty shift. In the morning we get to slap on a new suit after a shower, so you don’t have to worry too much."
Dai points out where the bathroom is, in case Bea or Sonny wishes to brush their teeth or shower. She points out the changing rooms too. She points out the cafeteria, if either Bea or Sonny want to eat before bed. Roland has already left to prepare himself. Lommy is sitting on hers watching Dai instruct the two of them.
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"These clusters of beds here are what we consider Cargo's. Technically, anybody can claim any empty bed, so it's just a kind of convention to all sleep together. That one's Roland's, and of course there is Lommy, and this one is mine," she says, sitting upon her bed, "you can have a sea too if you'd like. Oh, and here, a gift for both of you." She grabs underneath her bed and into a cardboard box to reveal two notebooks, with pens attached to them. "They're diaries—or journals if you prefer. I used to rustle, unable to sleep when I first got here. I found that writing a log of the day's events helped me sleep better. I always do, and I will especially mark today's." She pulls her own out from under her pillow and starts scrawling while lying prone.
Lommy:
"I mostly just sketch in mine when I'm feeling creative." She smiles weakly. "Feel free to claim any of the beds near us, or if you'd prefer, you can sleep next to anyone. And you don't have to sleep in the same bed every night, you can do sleepovers."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"Yeah," Dai agrees, "Almost everyone sleeps out here so it’s a nice time to meet with friends. The higher-ups do get their own rooms, so we hardly ever see them. Also, sec gets to sleep over there." She points to a far end of the wall, where there are bedrooms behind airlocks. "Sec sleep close to us all in case anything goes wrong, but they get extra privacy behind those walls so nobody messes with them or their gear... But anyone other than sec or command is probably somewhere here. If you want to say hi to someone—you can." She pauses to write something in her log, "Sorry, I'm distracted. I have to finish writing this so I can sleep. You guys do you."
Bea looks over and sees that Sonny has chosen his bed nearby and is already half-asleep. Apparently he plans to sleep before even brushing his teeth. Or maybe he's too tired to plan anything.
She thinks over her own plan for the night.
To be Continued
