Elite roleplay: Citi Gateway

CITI GATEWAY

The Orbis station is a center of activity. Within the station a myriad of places can be found.
  • The Warrens: Where the poor plebs of the station live. It's is a breeding ground for the most unscrupulous. Keep an eye on your wallet when traversing the corridors of these areas.
  • Habitation Complex: For those workers and pilots that can afford it, this area provides closer to 1G gravity for more earth like living.
  • Commerce Divison: and Administration Where the larger corporations make their home. Station administration can be found here.
  • Industrial Complex: Where industry manufactures their various goods.
  • Entertainment: District Bars, theaters and night clubs, tattoo parlors and other establishments can be found vying for a commanders credits in exchange for a bit of fun.
  • Station Security: A high tech brig used to house law breakers until they can be tried, and or deported off station.
  • Medical Ward: Where commanders can get patched up, enhanced, or fix existing cybernetics.

General Roleplay Etiquette:

1. Control only the actions of your own character(s). (AKA: God Mode)
This doesn't matter how small the action is, even if it is as simple as scratching their nose or a direct reaction to something else that just happened. This applies to everything from casual conversation to full blown fight scenes. If you'd like someone to do something specific, PM that person, however keep in mind they are completely within their rights to say no. Especially if said action is inappropriate to their character and/or circumstance.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
Approaching with a conversation starter is fine, or indeed some other small action. However charging in, guns blazing and disrupting the flow of another person/pair/groups conversation/arc is about as rude as doing so in real life. If something is going on that you'd like to participate in, be subtle about it. Put out a gentle hook for someone to take, but again, be aware that said hook may not be taken. If you fear it was simply unnoticed, PM the person or people it concerns. Or even leave a message in the OOC forums.

3. Good grammar and spelling is preferred.
We're not asking you to be perfect, but please at least demonstrate willingness. no1 iz gna tak u srsly usng txt spk. There's a wide variety of people here, many who speak English as a second, or even third language. There are even some with varying degrees of dyslexia and/or likely other issues that affect spelling/grammar. We accept them all here. However, people who aren't accepted, are those unwilling to accept polite correction. Remember that even a small thing like the placement of a comma, or the wrong use of there/their/they're can completely change the definition of an entire sentence.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
If someone spots an issue with your writings, they may wish to help you improve that writing. They may do this through PM or even publicly air their thoughts on the OOC forum. If they have taken the time to be polite and explain what is wrong with your writing, the best way to behave is to respond in kind, using the same manner they have approached you with. It means they have taken an active interest in what you have written and wish to see more. Basically, you have a fan!

5. Don't take the actions or opinions of things done IN RP, to be directly relevant to the writers thoughts or opinions.
Basically, if some ones character calls your character a jackass, it doesn't mean the writer thinks you are a jackass. It's a ROLE they are PLAYING. Watch a movie. The argument between the characters isn't an argument between the actors involved. The same applies here.

6. It's not a popularity contest.
Your RP might be bustling with participants. You have 3 people off station in a fire fight, while another 2 are infiltrating the darkest areas of the station, meanwhile a group of 4 others are tracking your movements in an effort to stop you. Good for you, I'm sure it will be a thrilling read! But you know what? Sometimes the absolute BEST work, comes from two RP characters having a simple heart to heart. Both are valid, both are great, but NEITHER is categorically better than the other. Period.


Inara RP Etiquette:

1. Respect the setting and rules of the universe.
Inara is an Elite: Dangerous 3rd Party Tool. The RP Forums are set in the Elite: Dangerous universe. Elite: Dangerous has rules, as any fictional universe does from Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, or Game of Thrones to Star Trek. If you intend to RP within the Elite: Dangerous universe you are bound by the history and rules of that universe. Simply put, this RP forum is bound by the same rules as the game, so if it can't be done in the game, it is not permitted here. This applies to things from a 50Ly Jump Range on a normal, unmodified Sidewinder, to the destruction of entire stations.

2. Respect the characters created by others.
We have a wide variety of characters already here. It's expected that some will be similar, just as it's expected that two characters will be vastly different. Opinions of each persons character will naturally be varied, but all are valid provided they follow the rules of the universe. You are allowed to interact with, or avoid interaction with, any character in the RP forums. But you have no right to belittle others for their creation. You are not an authority figure on writing, nor are you directly affected by another persons imagination. You might not like it, but you MUST respect it.

3. Be caught up on current events before joining in.
You need basic things like character descriptions in order to interact with them. You also need to know what's going on in the surrounding areas. This is simply because the people you are hoping to RP with, might be gearing up to something that you might not want to be part of. Or simply that the most recent post, out of context, could leave a different impression on the goings on than if you gather that context. We don't expect you to read every single post from the beginning of the forums, just enough to get that basic understanding.

4. Either subscribe to, or frequently check, the Roleplay: Q&A and OOC forum.
People may be discussing something relevant to you there, or even discussing you directly. Perhaps someone asked what the general consensus on the existence or non-existence of a certain object. Or we're just chatting about random gibberish. Either way, be aware of it and use it. If you're unsure about something, such as how guns would look and or behave, or even the music selection, use the OOC forum to ask. We don't have all of the answers, but the collective knowledge and logic usually allows us to overcome an issue and come to a decision on what should be allowed. Frontier Developments, and even David Braben himself, don't have the answers to every possible question that can be asked.

5. Large Scale events exploding out of nowhere are a complete no go.
We get it. Everyone wants their character to be noticed and for people to be tripping over themselves to interact with them. In some audiences, an introduction involving you blasting in for landing in a fiery wreckage of a ship, before cart wheeling out and sword fighting 35 Ninjas before whisking off with the local celebrity for a glorious night of passion, is in fact, cool. This is not one of those audiences. It is generally considered better to build your character up slowly over time. Eventually, you might even have a legitimate excuse to fight those Ninjas. Maybe even with other RP participants by your side.

6. Perfect characters are boring.
The point of a character arc, is that it is in fact, an arc shape. One who is morally unquestionable, fully kitted out and an infinite fountain of knowledge, cannot go through an arc. Give your character flaws. Be it a tendency towards befriending the wrong people, or a bad knee that frequently gives out at inopportune moments. It gives readers something to latch onto and empathise with. You can give your character exceptional capabilities at something, but it requires balance. She's a damn good pilot with no equal, but can't drive an SRV for peanuts. It can lead to some very interesting moments between characters, be it heartfelt or comedic.


Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

All in all, remember this is purely for fun. We have some seriously talented writers here, and others whose writing history starts and ends at high school. But many are willing to help out in whatever way they can. All it takes is that you ask nicely.

Also keep in mind that many people who RP here, also have logbook stories related to the character, or characters, they portray. If it looks like there's an "in joke" going on that you're unsure of, it's probably in those.

In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

Most, if not all RP participants here have Logbook stories pertaining to their character(s). These are for the reading pleasure of anyone who wishes to do so. While it can be useful to read them in order to gain a bit of backstory on a character you wish to interact with, it should not be assumed that your character shares that knowledge. Within the E:D Universe, these Logbooks either don't exist, or are private diaries kept by the characters. Either way, without explicit statements to say otherwise from the writer, your interactions should reflect that your character is in the dark about any information you, the writer/reader, have gained from reading the stories.
07 Dec 2016, 5:46pm
Lilith wandered the streets, keeping an eye out for the Doctor. Yes, she was convinced he'd be at another part of the station by now but sge'd been wrong before. Her past experiences telling her that no matter what, you watch for your target at all times. Trouble was, now she had no destination in mind, so she was strolling aimlessly.

"Any thoughts guys?" She asked with uncertainty, "Just tell me where to.... In fact" A thought struck her and she entered a zen like state while she considered the possibilities.

*Actually... There's no way he has his own ship right? He'd be gone by now if that's the case...* She compiled a mental list of exits for people without their own ship. He could book private transport with a Freelancer, but he has to know there's people searching for him. Freelancers would be too risky since any one of them could be a posing bounty hunter.

There was a possibility that he held a Pilots Federation Licence, despite owning no ship. So there was a potential for him to purchase a Sidewinder. But Bloodfeather would spot that immediately. The Pilots Federation Licensing Association had rigorous ID checks so while many pilots flew under Aliases, the PF had their actual names on record.

Public Transport Vessel then? It's a long shot, but lets him remain in a crowd, making it harder to catch him on the cameras. There were plenty of them entering and leaving even the quietest of Stations. Some were piloted by independant Pilots, like herself, others by the 34th Century equivalent of a 'Bus Driver'. The former could leave at a moments notice, gathering passengers and leaving within moments of arriving. The latter had scheduled arrivals and departure times and Lilith knew their workings quite well given that was her mothers chosen profession.

*Don't go there....* She thought to herself. But rather than drain her motivation, the thought simply spurred her on her pursuit of the fleeing Doctor.

"I'm heading to the Passenger Lounges. I need a list of the Public Transport ships leaving within the next few hours. It's a long shot but...." She let the silence finish the statement for her.

With that she made her way in the direction of the Docks. Conveniently passing by the alley she'd donned the Doctors lab coat, so paused briefly to retrieve her jacket again, wondering why she bothered with it during her visit to Citi Gateway. At least it concealed her weapons and prevented some of the more paranoid glares she'd recieved from the civilians within the station.


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07 Dec 2016, 6:32pm
Meanwhile, back in the surgical suite with Isaiah, a doctor is examining the procedure done to the man.

"Whoever did this, did a clean job." He stated to a nurse as he finished patching up the hole in Isaiah's head. "The cerebral cortex is virtually untouched. Minimal damage to the brain and surrounding tissues. Higher brain function should not be affected. What this person was doing with Lamina Quadrigemina, I can't say." He looked up at the screen. "Amperage was applied. This wasn't torture. I'd say they were trying to evoke some sort of primal response. I can't tell if damage was done to that." He looked to the nurse. "Why they were bloodletting, that's just...wrong. Where is Dr. Glaboski?"

"We've paged him he isn't responding." The nurse returned.

On the monitor an indicator flashed. Outside an investigator wanted access. It was urgent. The attending physician allowed access.

The investigator was a tall man. Thin as a skeleton. With him was the Nurse Marie. "We think we know who did this. The images of the women on the monitors. It was a hack. Apparently Dr. Herbert Glaboski made a habit of....playing dress up with patients."

The physician scowled. "We've been trying to page him, as he is one of three surgeons capable of doing brain surgery, this delicate...."

The investigator raised a brow. "Well, we have a motive now." He pulled up his communicator and spoke instructions to station security. Then looked back to the doctor. "Will this man be okay?"

The doctor shook his head. "I think so. Higher brain function seems to be in tact. There was minimal damage. But.....they were screwing around with a portion of the brain that....well we call it the lizard brain. Its more focused on primal instincts, urges. Flight or Fight stuff....I cannot tell if there will be any lasting damage."

The inspector nodded. "I will be on my way." and walked out.
07 Dec 2016, 8:48pm
"Which do you want me to prioritize, running through security camera footage or scouring the list of ships set to depart?" Bloodfeather asked. "I'm starting to stretch a little thin here. There's a lot of footage and, frankly, a lot of faces."

"Names. That way if I have to intercept one of the ships, I can know which ones to look for," Cait replied, racing back up the ramp of the Bloodfeather to don her flight suit again and run through pre-flight.

"Why aren't you taking the Misanthropy, Cait?" Bloodfeather asked. "Your ship's jump range is slightly better."

"Remember what I said earlier, about you being a part of who he is?"

"Yes. But that hardly makes this vessel a suitable choice for pursuing a quarry."

Cait groaned, shaking her head. "I'm not going to argue with you. Just get the list of names so I know what to go after."

"On it."
07 Dec 2016, 9:23pm
Lilith thought for a moment while entering the lift to the Docks. Bloodfeather was impressive, but even she had her limits. So she decided to try and focus the resources available. It would hinder the chances of getting a precise lock on the Doctor, but hopefully it would speed up the rest of the informnation gathering.

"Bloodfeather, cancel your search through the camera feeds. He's gotta be in a crowd and he's lived here for god knows how long. He'll be hiding either in a crowd or from the feeds completely. Either way, it's not working so, just concentrate on the possible escape routes." She ordered through the earpiece, "Starting with the names of public transports, then expand to independent pilot ships. Only once we've got escape covered, restart the search through camera feeds."

She hit the button to begin the elevators descent into the docks. Then a thought crossed her mind.

"Cait, if you have to disable a passenger vessel, I will make you pay for any civilian casualties." She growled. It was paramount they stopped the Doctor escaping, but she wasn't going to be responsible for someone else losing their family for no reason.

>Continued in The Docks<


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07 Dec 2016, 9:57pm
"Who said I was going to disable ships? I'm going to follow it," Cait replied. "Cornering a passenger ship with innocent people on board doesn't help us at all. It would complicate things. But following it and finding out where it drops him off, that's a different story."

Suited up, Cait climbed the ladder up to the cockpit and settled into the pilot's seat. The bridge felt empty - it was, of course, but there was something else lacking, and she knew what it was.

"Okay, I have a few names of passenger liners. Stargazer VI, Pōmaikaʻi, Coventry, Pearl of Achenar, Sake of Vanity. Those are ships belonging to commercial liners. The Stroll Along Thunder Bay, Drops of Mercy, Instant Classic, and Veritable Plethora are private ships."
07 Dec 2016, 10:26pm
Doctor Glaboski sat in the seat of the 011 tram. The thing trundled along and he was too engrossed in his pad at the moment, when suddenly the screen on it, and all the screens in the tram flashed <ALERT> in red, followed by a tone of three beeps each one getting louder. Designed to grab peoples attention. The Alert message faded and a woman sitting behind a desk came on the viewers.

"This is an Alert. Today at approximately ten hundred hours, an incident occurred in Citi Gateway Medical. It is believed there was serious medical misconduct and a patient has been grievously injured. The full details have not been released, but if anyone has seen this person, Doctor Herbert J. Glaboski..." A picture of Dr. Glaboski appeared on the screen, "Please notify station security immediately. He is wanted for questioning. A reward has been posted for any information regarding his wearabouts. Again, an incident has occurred in Citi Gateway Medical. If you have seen this person...."

Dr. Glaboski looked down avoiding eye contact. He was grateful that most people ignored alert messages, too absorbed in their own mundane lives to care about anyone else, and he was doubly grateful that people, on the whole, were terrible at facial recognition. He knew this for a fact as he did studies on this subject in graduate school. But still, it made his heart race and he sat on tender hooks.

The tram came to a stop, and he disembarked. He kept a low profile walking with mob of people through a wide corridor leading up to docking pads.


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11 Dec 2016, 8:17am
It had been several days since the last fiasco had happened. Amar was walking back from his office, taking care to avoid the crowd exiting the tram. He had been in his office when the alert flashed on his PDA. Stopping at a small kiosk, he purchased another pack of cigars, Imperial Kodiaks. Sure they are on the expensive side, but why not? Turning around he scanned the crowd as he lit the end of the cigar. Couple more weeks till retirement, then a nice calm place on the beach. Hell with my personal ship I could go anywhere. He looked down at the paper he had taken from the office, A bit old fashioned, but he enjoyed the feel of the paper in his hands. Glancing up he saw a familiar face. An old friend perhaps, He though nothing of it, and continued to move towards the housing he called home.
11 Dec 2016, 11:04pm
Going to the Habitation Complex spending the night talking to him self
"I'm hoping my message wasn't on the stations news*
18 Dec 2016, 10:15am
Isaiah's eyes opened slowly to a dim but not totally darkened room. The steady beeping of the monitors and machinery next to the bed told him that he'd woken up in the medical ward. His first instinct was to try and sit up from the bed, but no sooner than he made the attempt did his head start to hurt.

Someone grabbed his hand, and he looked down to find Cait, sitting next to him. "Hey," she said quietly, squeezing his hand in hers. "It's okay. You're fine. Take it slow."

He tried to speak, but his throat was parched and all that came out was a croak. "Water," he rasped, again trying to shift his posture.

Cait handed him a cup with a straw, which he took and pulled a swig from. 

"How long was I out for?"

"A few hours." Cait never let go of his hand. "Doctors say all your important parts look to be intact and healthy, but they can't say for sure if there might be some long-term issues."

"Issues?"

She sighed. "They think Glaboski was tapping in to the 'lizard brain,' trying to evoke a reaction. They put you through a few tests and scans and they didn't find any foreign objects in there, and they didn't see any sign of brain damage, but... they did caution that things could pop up."

Isaiah exhaled a breath, though he wasn't sure if it was with relief or with apprehension. His body was still tense from the experience, and he could feel the mother of all headaches coming on now. He tried to remember what it had felt like, to have lost absolute control over himself - and it terrified him. The entire ordeal had terrified him, though he tried his best not to show it.

Cait squeezed his hand again, reassuringly. "You lost a lot of blood too, but they've got that handled. You should be back on your feet in a couple of days."

"And the hole in my head?"

Cait smirked. "Which one?"

Isaiah laughed softly, staring up at the ceiling. 

"Patched up, far as I can tell," she said. "Shame they couldn't swap out your brain for a replacement. You could do with some extra smarts."

The two shared a moment of laughter. Isaiah gazed back at Cait, exchanging a smile with her. She put him at ease, quieted his mind. It was hard to believe, at one time, that she would have killed him without a second thought, but here they were. Somehow that made their connection deeper and more meaningful for both of them.

"What about Lilith?" he asked finally. "Did she get Glaboski? Did you help her?"

The corner of Cait's upper lip twitched ever so slightly - contempt. She looked away from him. "It's a long story, but she's off chasing him somewhere."

Already Isaiah could sense the discussion taking a turn for the serious. She was going to ask him what he'd really been up to, why he'd come out this far from Prism and the place he called home. She knew him well enough to know that it wasn't merely a "vacation."

"What were you really doing out here?" she asked, right on cue.

"Can we not discuss this right now?"

"Look, I know you're embroiled in this investigation into Senator--"

"Former Senator--"

"--what's-her-name and you're looking for anything that could be used in an attempt to exonerate her, but she's dead. I don't see the point in trying to pursue it anymore. You're doing irrational things, chasing ghosts, not to mention the fact that you quite literally stuck your neck out for a stranger," Cait said, gesturing to the patch of gauze on his neck, "A wanted criminal, no less."

Isaiah looked away for a moment, thinking. She had a point. This wasn't merely a close call in Bloodfeather, this was something else - something reckless and totally unrelated to the Loren case. He'd strayed from his path, looking for clues to a mystery that was far deeper than he felt he could comprehend. 

"Why'd you do it, anyway?" Cait asked. "Why'd you take up for Lilith?"

"Because my gut told me to," he replied curtly.

"Your gut almost got your head fucked up! You had no guarantee that she was anything close to reasonable and you still went out of your way for her."

"Maybe you'd understand if you didn't see the world in black and white."

"You can't just go around assuming that people are inherently good, or that they possess a kernel of reason--"

"And I can't go around assuming the opposite either."

"It's reckless! You could have easily gotten yourself killed, do you know that?"

"I'm sorry I'm not the ruthless hunter you are. I'll be the first to admit that I haven't got the chops for this business because I'm not a ruthless person. I've done ruthless things, yes, but I've never been able to fully disassociate myself from the people I'm after. Does that put me at a disadvantage? Of course it does. But I will be damned if I turn into something again that I'm not, and I refuse to be lectured about my scruples by someone who has none."

No sooner had the words slipped from his mouth did Isaiah realize he'd cut Caitlin to the bone with them. Her eyes widened briefly, her expression grew dark and her eyes turned to the floor, then away from him.

"Cait, I'm sorry," he stammered out.

"No, you're right. I don't have scruples. I have no qualms about killing for money and it's not like I regret the things I've done," she said, rising from the chair across from him. "But that doesn't mean I don't try to do the right thing..." her voice trailed off. She opened her mouth to try and speak, but she couldn't bring the words out into the open. Instead, all she could manage was a heavy sigh. "I should go," she whispered, turning away.

He watched as she strode to the door, berating himself mentally for his bluntness. Cait stopped at the threshold, looking back at him, and said softly: "I hope you get better soon, Isaiah. I'll see you back in Prism." With that, she left the room, her footfalls echoing from outside the corridor.

Was it the stress of the ordeal he'd just been through that led him to disregard her feelings in that moment? Or was it the lingering effects of what Glaboski had done to him? Part of him knew it was probably the former, but he could feel a knot of fear in the back of his throat that maybe it was more than that. Worse was the sense that he'd crossed a line in his relationship with Cait.

"I'm sorry," he said to himself. 

How hollow those words are when no one is around to hear them.
20 Dec 2016, 8:17pm
Meanwhile: On the 48th floor of station security; Captain Sikeli sat in his office going over files when a buzz was heard. "Enter", he orders. The door slides open and in walks his security chief. "Sir, were getting station disturbances associated with unknown artifacts on a level we've never experienced. There's got to be a ship here with well over 20 tons of them", he anxiously stated. "Unbelievable, are you sure?" Just then the lights flicker and his data panels reset. "Mobilize the stations quick reaction force. I'm going to put in a request for a lockdown immediately!"

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22 Dec 2016, 3:19am
Above station security, and 47 stories up (sideways, westward? 48 degrees from the planetary-solar axis?) (god I'm glad I'm good at solving linear equations) Alivar knocked on the door to the captain's office, his quartermaster looked up from her terminal and Alivar turned on his glowing charm:  Good day ma'am I am Alivar Gold, I read the pages that Captain  Sikeli and ComSec wrote and I have an idea about what might be going on.

The captain invited Alivar in, having overheard the introduction.  "Thank you quartermaster, top priority calls only please."

The captain waived Alivar to a very nicely stuffed leather chair, Alivar thankfully took it thinking how nice it is that skins can be grown from clones without a mind involved, authentic skin had a comfort unlike any synthetic.  Knowing his place, Alivar let the captain speak first.  After a bit of a hesitation that Alivar thought was a test "oh measuring me up, are you?", the captain said.  "We looked at your profile on LinkedOut and saw that you have been working on Mars at the Federation Institute of Standards and Technology."  We were wondering what you thought of these scan results.

"Is that all they are" asked Alivar.  "Of course not but my staff is running a background on you right now, I'm sure you understand", said the skipper. Nodding, Alivar said" I have an early impression, high uncertainty.  "I'm sure you read those cryptic GalNet lists about Unknown Artifacts causing disturbances at listed stations".  I did a little online research just a few days ago and I did go to a colloquium on the topic so I know a bit,  I must give a disclaimer that I am no expert, but I do have some old colleagues who know more than I.

"Have a look at this link while the background check goes through, then give me a shout.  I'm shopping for an Imperial Eagle, if you happen to know of one for sale."  With that, Alivar waited to see if he was right about what was about to be said... "Dismiss... eh sorry the captain said, force of habit and you seem so, well, easy to get along with", he said blushing even deeper.  "good meeting to you sir." said Alivar.  "Right!, nailed it", though Alivar as he left the (Bridge?), he wondered what was behind those walls...

http://elite-dangerous.wikia.com/wiki/Unknown_Artefact


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22 Dec 2016, 7:45am
The elevator slowed and the doors slid open to reveal the ever bustling streets of Citi Gateway. Stepping out, Lilith opted to keep her head down for once. Partly to avoid the stares at her battered face, and partly in case Glaboskis bounty on her was still active despite being considered a fugitive himself now. By now she had at least learned her way around a little bit though, and was able to find her way to the Medical Ward quickly enough.

She marched straight up to the receptionists desk and caught the attention of one of them, who took one look at her through her glasses before concluding Lilith had the wrong place.

"Accident and Emergency is that way." Said the woman pointing down a corridoor, clearly figuring Liliths bruised face was the reason she was here.

"Huh??? Oh... No, this isn't..." Lilith replied, gesturing to her face, "I'm here to visit someone. I don't know if you have his name though. He was the guy that a Doctor Galbisko? Glabbyski? I dunno... Apparently he was attacked. I wanted to come see how he was getting on."

"Oh... Nasty business that... Shame really, I think he was framed by that crazy bint who attacked a guard and ran off if you ask me..." Replied the nurse, completely oblivious to Liliths death stare at being called a crazy bint, or being accused of framing Glasboski. She bit her tongue though and regained her relaxed expression before the receptionist turned back to her.

"Sign here." Said the receptionist. Lilith obliged but signed as Lily, her mothers affectionate nickname for her, all the while listening to the nurses directions towards Isaiahs room. Taking the visitors pass she headed off in the direction indicated and before long she found Isaiahs room.

Stopping for a moment to listen, she heard no sounds of conversation and concluded she was either about to interrupt an intimate moment, or no one was inside. Hoping for the latter, she opened the door and found just Isaiah, laying asleep on the hospital bed, monitors beeping rythymically around him.

Pausing for a brief moment to read his chart, most of the medical jargon flew right over her head. But she grasped enough bits here and there to know, quite simply, he'd lost a lot of blood from his neck, and he basically had a hole drilled into his head. The irony of Glaboskis fate put a slight grin on her face. The hole she'd 'drilled' had killed him. Yet Isaiah was here, alive.

Sitting in a darkened corner of the room, to conceal herself, she watched Isaiah laying there oblivious to her presence, unsure why she'd come back to see him at all but feeling a wave of affection for the man who had been through hell for her without any real reason to do so.

Rather than wake him, she dug the earpiece out of her pocket and inserted it into her ear before whispering into it.

"Bloodfeather? This thing still on? I'm with Isaiah... Where's Cait?" Awaiting a response, she simply sat quietly deciding she would stay until he awoke, whether she got a response from Bloodfeather or not.
22 Dec 2016, 2:40pm
"Oh, hello there!" Bloodfeather said almost cheerfully. "I didn't even noticed you'd come back to the station." Having disengaged from the station's network, Bloodfeather had quietly been minding her own business - that is, sitting in standby mode. "Behaving oneself seems like such a waste sometimes," she sighed, then added: "Let me find Cait for you."

* * *

Cait flinched slightly at the beep in her ear at Bloodfeather re-opening the comms link - she'd nearly spilled the cup of coffee she'd made in the small cafeteria adjoining the medical ward.  "Jesus, do you think you could turn the volume down?" 

"You would have to take that up with Isaiah," Bloodfeather said. "I think he may be partially deaf at times. Where are you?"

"Cafeteria, making coffee. Why?"

"Lillith has returned to the station. She's in Isaiah's room if you'd like to speak with her."

Cait exhaled sharply, looking down at the steam that rose from the coffee cup as it sat on the counter in front of her. She drummed her fingers on the surface, thinking to herself - was she ready to speak to Lillith again, on good terms? She did offer to discuss it over drinks. Part of her wanted to club her over the head still, but that part of her seemed to diminish in light of Isaiah's words to her.

Damn him for this...

"Ask her if she wants coffee or if we're going to have that drink she mentioned," Cait replied. "Because if we're drinking, I'll need to toss this."
22 Dec 2016, 4:50pm
Hearing Bloodfeather brought a smile to Liliths face. Which quickly faded when she went to find Cait. *I just wanted a location...* she huffed to herself, the sharp exhale bringing a fresh wave of throbbing to her face.

As Bloodfeather spoke with Cait, Lilith sat quietly, watching Isaiah, and was considering leaving a message of some sort when Bloodfeather relayed Caits message to her. Alcohol seemed incredibly tempting, but she wasn't convinced she wouldn't need painkillers at some point.

"Coffee is fine." She whispered back to Bloodfeather, rising from her chair quietly she left the room with an unnatural silence for someone wearing heavy combat boots. Making her way towards the cafeteria, keeping her face down still to avoid the stares, she tried to think what she might say to Cait, but nothing came to mind.

Upon arrival she glanced around for a familiar face, spotting one by the coffee machine she wandered over.

"I take mine Black, no sugar... thanks." She said, almost sarcastically.
22 Dec 2016, 5:05pm
"That..." Cait said, handing Lilith a cup, ".. is exactly how I take mine, so you're in luck." She turned and leaned back against the counter, taking a quick sip from her own.

For a few moments, she was silent, not sure whether to breach the quiet with a question, or even if she should speak at all. She had too much on her mind. Curiosity eventually won out and she asked the first thing that came to mind.

"Did you get him?" She needed to know Glaboski had paid for what he'd done.

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