That Time They All Met in the CQ

[chiseler]

[Let's be honest, nobody had time to info-share Monday what with motives going live after they came down from the top-level deck and also…you know. The whole awkward thing with the corpse. That happened.

Arrangements are made, the whiteboard's been moved and…there's a wedding.

What the fuck, Cradle.

Either way, assume that Luke found your character in person, sent a message via Furry Passing or contacted them via some other means to inform them about a group meeting up in the Captain's Quarters after the wedding to talk about their findings from the day before.

He's not a leader, and it's probably clear from the way he's leaning against the wall next to the whiteboard and dumping handfuls of space-brand Skittles into his mouth.]

All right…so this happened. [This, of course, being the top deck.] We were all up here yesterday and so we should probably start figuring stuff out. It weirds me out that Alice let us up here now after all this time. [He shrugs.] Who wants to go first?

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[monsieurchatastrophe]

Well. Maybe weird is the wrong word. I don't know that much, [he's fifteen and all his experience with animals is the local zoo, lbr, paris has mostly pigeons] and it's not the same because animals hunt for food, not "hosts". But... Animals who've evolved to hunt in packs instead of alone do it for a reason. Usually because it's easier and benefits the whole group, otherwise they'd just hunt alone. When they hunt in packs, they've also got specifics roles, like ... distracting or tracking or something. I don't know that this means anything here, but... Maybe the reason they're hunting like they are is that they have roles to follow? Like a real hunting pack.

[todorable]

So...you think that's why no one's acted since Rhys? Whoever's left has roles that aren't "get shot by Jack"?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... Okay, when you put it like that, it sounds stupid. It was just an idea.

[todorable]

Huh? No... That's not what I was getting at, especially not on your special day. You might be on to something.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he flushes a bit at the mention of his wedding because. of course he does. he is twelve.]

You think so? They might also have just been trying to lay low. We got two of them in a week, if there's only five...

[todorable]

[if he was embarrassed maybe he shouldn't have told anyone (as if gossip can be avoided in this place)]

Either way, if they're out there, they're being smart about it. There haven't even been noises in the grates.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[no it's a happy flushing. he is still on a high from being married. let him live. or rather let him die and free me from this, honestly.]

They've got to know we're looking for it now after what happened with Rhys, and with what Shelley pulled when she... [murdered. ugh.] Point is, we're expecting vents, and we've been pretty loud about it.

[todorable]

But no one's been sucked through one, so that's something. Maybe they've been too intimidated by the normal human killers, they figured they'd just sit back and enjoy.

[chiseler]

It's entirely possible that they have roles. People among ourselves have roles, don't they? Who says our aliens aren't also intelligent? [Also yes he's judging your suit Adrien, deal with it.]

[refactor]

[ thumbs up from jack ]

[ Because maybe, maybe shooting Rhys was a dick move, but he'll never apologize for revealing an alien and fucking it up. ]