Babadon't Room Crawl

[piper90npcs]

[OOC: Please tag in to the assigned room. There will be at least one NPC tag to the thread per day. Remember that your characters can still use the network to communicate findings or questions to those still in the living quarters.]

Once word is out that the victim was dragged to the Rewards Lounge, the hires who’ve been cleared head are given permission to enter that rare knock-off paradise. Somewhere along the line, someone suggests splitting into groups, an idea that gets all the more appealing when they see that the Rewards Lounge has at least five suites to investigate, perhaps in case Corporate ever decided to enlist a stable of bootlickers and snitches to feed them intel on the other hires in exchange for feather beds and middle-shelf scotch.

It becomes clear that the intelligence they got was likely correct: there are streaks of black goo along to doorframe to the lobby room between all the suites.

Comments

[myagents]

Price, who was still busy with the IDs, looks at others in confusion.

"What happened?"

[zerg_rush]

Kerrigan's casual posture is gone, and she nods at Michael.

"I don't think Jorgmund needs to know we got into the file cabinet." Her casual tone is gone, too. She holds up the key, ring around a finger so it dangles down her palm, the FILES label clearly visible. "'Lonestar' can claim the shadow network is secure all they want, but even granting they're right, that doesn't do a thing about leaks."

Humans, the most fallible part of any operation.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Not just that, but whatever this thing more than likely has access to the system as well." Sam straightens, hands dropping away as he relaxes a bit. Not a lot, but more to where he was before Kerrigan put an image in his head. "You want to go ahead and open the cabinet? I have telekinesis so I'll be close. In case we need to be shielded."

Nobody knew what was in that cabinet, after all. It could be booby trapped.

"And nothing major happened, Pierce. Just a little surprise mental image courtesy of Kerrigan."

[piper90npcs]

The cabinet has three drawers stacked vertically, and the top two are empty aside from some paperclips and dividers that have been abandoned.

The bottom, though. When the bottom drawer is opened, there's a person in there, smelling faintly of rot due to the black smears of slime soaking her unisex Medium Jorgmund jumpsuit, still breathing. At first glance she appears unharmed, aside from the small smear of blood on her head where some hair was pulled.

It's Adora, unconscious.

[zerg_rush]

"No one transmit anything," Kerrigan snaps in the manner of someone used to giving orders. "I coordinated with someone else on the X list as soon as we found it."

She doesn't even wait to see if Adora's alive. The second she recognizes the face, she's keying her comm on, transmission locked to North. The message is a picture Adora's unconscious face with a line of text: Adora. No one else in the dorms knows yet.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Fuck."

Sam moves over, reaching down to check for a pulse before moving to get her out of the drawer. "We need to get her to medical. There's no telling what it drugged her with in order to keep her unconscious."

And while he can certainly get her to medical on his own, getting her OUT of that drawer is going to take some finagling. And probably another set of hands, at least.