Joe the Ghost
Joe looked over at her and nodded. " I imagine that a dead body like that would upset anyone. It certainly was too bloody for a simple murder. I wonder if it is connected with the other stuff happening on the shift. Missing families, disappearing girls and the like. Of course, it could be betrayals or something. I really like sci-fi, it's all Peter watches besides crime shows and I find them more interesting than the crime mysteries he watches.
Joe looked over at her. " Joe Beaumont. I met you briefly in the dining hall, but sometimes I fade into the background," Joe replied. It was still uncertain if Joe was a guy or girl. As Joe was turning to leave, the ghost knocked o
ver some boxes and papers flew out.
Michael Ross/ Samuel Hope
Michael smiled back at her as he watched her retrieve the water. As she did that, he flipped through so many scenarios in his head. Why had the captain been murdered? Had that always been part of the plan or was it another hitch that he didn't know about? He wasn't certain and there was nothing he hated more than uncertainty.
Michael took a sip of the water that she had handed him and looked over at the corpse, not certain if he wanted to lead, but he also didn't want to argue with the necromancer. "
You could call me Mike, Mr. FBI seems so formal, but I am certain that it is better that I have a good note taker. While I'm usually keen on details, that concussion has messed with my emotions a little bit."
Michael had barely noticed that Constance wasn't here, so when the other woman mentioned that she was having a panic attack, he wanted to reassure her. However as Fiona pointed out, she didn't trust her and she must have trusted him enough if she wanted to go alone with him. Thankfully, the ship was all within the range of Peter's sphere of revival. It was made that way.
Peter Destin
Peter took a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable blow-up with Jeremy. He didn't know why he expected it from the man when he had never met him before, but he was certain that it was going to happen. More than certain. He was positive, which was strange in of itself.
Peter looked over at Jeremy and responded with the calmest response that he could muster. "
I made sure we all had at least one person. I also don't think anyone should go out alone, which is why I made two groups. I wish that we didn't find ourselves within this predictment, but I don't think anything is going to get solved if we are all together. Besides, if there is anyone else alone, well, we have to make sure that they don't get roped into this mess and get hurt. But that is besides the fact, I have a feeling that this ship is holding secrets and I can't be certain without scouts.... I know what I am doing."
Peter didn't trust the FBI agent. The only people he fully trusted he could count on one hand. They were Fiona, Jeremy, himself and Joe. Of course, he trusted his pets, but they weren't people to be trusted. He took a deep breath, happy that he was not going to lose his mind out of all of this. He started to survey the scene, trying to figure out the pieces that led to the Captain's murder. What was something he learned? Always follow the blood trail, but there was none at this point. He took a deep breath, letting Jeremy examine the body as he tried to think of someplace else to look. He wasn't sure why, but he found himself back at the wheel, noticing that there was an
indentation on it. Almost like a key went there. When Jeremy would search the pockets, he would find a paper with the numbers 02 90 69 on it. Also in the ship room, there was a ....
mirror and a safe. Strange place for those things and a coded lock box. Now what where those numbers for?
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