Four wayward travellers
Its a solemn type of situation around the spaceport, near a shuttle where there are investigators and such combing over the area near a small shuttle surrounded by 'police' tape and there are people around who are sniffling or crying, some snapping pictures as there are news crews and if one cranes their neck they will see a smallish body being loaded onto a gurney in a black body bag.
Conoger ain't to sure what has happened but by all acounts theer was a accident of sorts. Shaking his head a little he looks around a bit. He starts to look about for anyone familiar but at this moment in time he see's no one. Still he is trying to recollect what has happened to him lately. Now looking about again, trying to find out what really happened here. <English>
Mila strides elegantly into the area but stops at all the unusual commotion going on but there are camera crews so she takes a moment to touch her hair. Just to check if it is still up and presentable incase any of the camera's come her way. As she draws closer to the crowds she sees this is not exactly a social situation. A look of confusion comes over her face. <English>
The activities largely go unnoticed for a young man, he sits off to the side against a wall. His head between his knees, and all too slowly his gaze rises to look at the coming and goings. Blood shot eyes, and the tell tale signs of too much partying. "God, she was gorgeous," the young man murmurs out as he tries to slowly stand up. Wobbly legs manage to keep him standing for the time being, but thankfully a hand braces himself on the wall. "No more drinks, Roland. No more." That's what you get for waking up on Paquin. <English>
=====Roland=====
Standing at 6'4" and around 180lbs this man looks like he's finally developed a rapport with his body. Once long and lanky, now every movement that is made is made with a purpose. While not overly muscular, his tone suggest that of an active lifestyle. The mop of sandy brown hair is just that, a shaggy mop, which occasionally falls in front of his deep blue eyes.
He wears a pair of simple loose blue jeans that has an slightly different colored patch on the right knee. His shirt is simple tan color, that is lazily tucked in the front, but the back as worked its way free. His feet are clad in well worn work boots that have seen better days.
Frobisher is often on Paquin, but not so often beyond the bounds of the spaceport. For now though she's standing near by the shuttle, rubbing the back of her neck a few times and generally looking faintly confused. The comings and goings of officials and news teams serves as a handy excuse to stand around, deep in thought, trying to make sense of everything. "Spotting a reporter idling nearby she calls over, "what happened? Who died? Mechanical failure or something natural?" <English>
=====Frobisher=====
Not the tallest of lasses, standing around 5'4" with no artificial aids such as high heals (or stilts). Her light brown hair is cropped short in a practical style and mostly covered by a kakhi field cap that looks like its seen better days. Her eyes are green and if were being honest, utterly unremarkable. She has two of them and they're in the right place and everything. Anyway, I digress...
Black para-boots sit below a pair of knee-length shorts and a leg holster holding a sidearm to her right thigh. Above that is a short sleeved shirt thats unbuttoned over an equally utilitarian t-shirt. There's nothing particularly remarkable about her appearance but the tattoo around her right wrist. It's not the finest of work and not all that easy to read, but says 'Cuthbert' is moderately elaborate text.
Conoger continues to watch teh scene that is happening, he is still not to sure other than a dead body by a shuttle. He starts to look at the police tape and starts to come closer, eyes fixed on the situation but not overly that he does not look around for anything out of the ordinary. He ain't sure why but he does notice someone out of place, more like dressed up to nice around here. So he stares towards Mila, at first not knowing it's Mila and simply wondering what she is doing here. Then he hears someone asking what is happening and that turns his attention, trying perhaps to listen in if at all possible. <English>
"Did you hear?" Someone replies to an inquiry made about what happened. "They just confirmed it! Grandma Cookie is /dead/. T-they just ran her prints to see if it was her and they said it totally was and oh my god y-you can't even tell!"
A news reporter also speaks up. "Yes, the CEO and Founder of Grandma Cookie's Wolf 'Em Down cookies was found dead from some type of toxic shock, probably from allergies...they aren't letting us see the body." <English>
Mila moves closer to the scene trying to dodge others that are also trying to get a look or listen in on the conversations. When she hears that someone is dead she lets out a little gasp. Her face pales ever so slightly but she tries to maintain her composure. She glances around to see if any of her other crewmates may be out but seems to have no luck in the crowd at this moment. <English>
Roland eyes shut for a long periods of time and more then once does his head fall to rest on the wall, only to right itself to look around the port. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a plastic wrapped cookie. He rips open the wrapper and is about to bite into a 'Wolf Em Down' cookie when the news hits him. "Wait.. What?" Roland suddenly exclaims looking down at the cookie in his hand and about the space port, "Ah, man, I love those damn cookies." His voice dropping as he pops the morsel into his mouth. He inches, naturally, towards the throngs of people finding a renewed energy in each step. And from the 'Wolf Em Down' cookie of course. <English>
"Grandma Cookie?" Bish replies, hesitantly, before everything clicks into place and she glances towards where the body was being loaded. "Surely not?" she mutters, more to herself than anyone in particular, then turns as she hears Mila's gasp. "You look like you could do with a sit down.." she trails off there though, frown deepening for a moment as some thought or other crosses her mind. <English>
Conoger stops what he is doing, he heard wha tthe ysaid and he brings his hand to his helm, pounding the side of it for some odd reason. There is a frown, obviously he is confused, obviously he is not sure what happened here. Upon reaching into his outside pocket of his trenchcoat he stops for a moment, perhaps now walking away as he pulls it out. A coaster and he reads what it says and now he stops once again. Now looking around, he does spot Mila, obviously once soemone makes sure she is feeling better or something. Conoger turns and starst to walk towards Mila and the woman who has gone to help her. " Mila?" he says in a low toend voice. Obviously a bit confused as he never seen her in a outfit like that before. <English>
The gurney makes its way through the towards the hover coroner's shuttle, the bag hasn't been zipped all the way but its still hard to see. If someone was to get a good look, they'd see where there's supposed to be a face...there's a swollen/mutant looking lump of a face like someone who swelled up from a bee sting and then...just kept swelling. Its past the borderline of grotesque.
Cameras start flashing again as the gurney starts moving and some police chief or sort starts holding up their hands to try to ease people trying to get too close away. Its a typical crime scene. Before whispers of 'grandma wasn't allergic to anything' 'what happened to her face' 'someone killed grandma' 'oh god I think she was murdered'. Rumors start flying. <English>
Mila is at first lost in her own thoughts but looks even more frightened as she hears the strange voice of the woman penetrate her brain. She gestures and tries to get out her words, "Oh no.. I'm alri.." Before she can finish speaking she hears her name again and turns in the direction of it. She tries to force a less confused look on her face as Conoger is spotted and she walks in his direction, "Is it true?" <English>
=====Mila=====
Mila's green piercing eyes gaze upon one like she is trying to look into their soul. Though other times they appear to be sparkling with delight. Light Auburn hair is held high on her head to show off the soft curves of her neck. Two strands fall down one on each side to frame her face perfectly. The hint of a scar is visible behind the lobe of her left ear. Her other most notable feature is her bow shaped lips that are accented by the slightest hint of gloss.
Upon her body is a form fitting evening gown of emerald green. The green silk is made into a princess shape, with a V shape bodice. The neckline plunges deeply to display her breast prominently. The sleeves stop at her elbows and are graced by ebony lace. Her waistline is so well defined that one would imagine she must be wearing a corset beneath her gown. The skirt flows out from her body stopping just as it brushes against the floor allowing for graceful movements and dancing. Upon the skirt is three draperies of striped silk and satin gauze edged with Mechlin lace to give the a bit of contrasting color.
Roland isn't in the line of sight, thankfully, or the recently 'Wolf Em Down' cookie would have turned into the 'Toss Em Up', version. Before Mila passes him towards Conoger, Roland openly stares. When she passes his neck turns, almost painfully so, to follow her with wide eyes. This isn't a smart thing to do as it tends to lend itself into running into people, "S..s.s.s..sorr sor sor.. sorry." Roland starts to stammer out to whoever he just bumped into. <English>
Frobisher actually flinches fully a pace backwards as she catches a glance of the body in the bag, or what remainsof the face of it anyway. Bile rises briefly but she manages to keep it down. Turning away quickly she spots Conoger's approach and focuses on him to block out that aweful sight. One Mila moves though she glances back and forth for a few moments, before circumming to the screaming in the back of her head and retreating a few more paces from the corpse. THis of course puts her in Roland's vacinity and he apologies too, "sorry, wasn't looking... ghastly." <English>
Conoger watches Mila, obviously watching her closely and notes there is no way she can hide anything dangerous in that outfit. So he looks back at the body and notices the way it is. He looks at it for a while and then looks back to Mila, nodding. " Yes, it's true." though he does notices Roland bumping into another woman, the one that was going to look after Mila. There is a small puase before he looks to Mila. "We have to talk and now." he says in a very commanding voice, deep sounding and seeming to be serious. His hand moves to take a hold of her elbow lightly, as he starts to hear something about the grandma not been allergic to anything. " Let us talk, something not right." if he can, he will try to move out of the crowds area and away. Still he looks around and even manages to look at Roland and the woman again. <English>
Mila notices the two bumping into each other first before she does the body. As soon as her eyes land on the corpse though she lets out a scream and buries her head against Conoger. She hears his commanding voice over the other noises around here that have grown louder in her perception. She looks up at him and nods, "Alright..just don't not.. don't let me look over that way again please whatever you do." <English>
POSE ORDER - The Great Carnivale - Paquin
"Meh meh meh meh.." Roland continues his stuttering from earlier. His mouth trying to work, but all that is coming out is sounds that start a word. He closes his eyes after several failed attempts of speaking and his body shakes a bit. When he opens them there is a moment where he doesn't quite recognize his surroundings and for the briefest of moments he looks in pain and lost and confused. It's brief, but it's there. "Me neither," Roland finally says looking down at the smaller woman, Frobisher. "I'm a bit hungover," he tries to explain, if a bit lamely. And inaccurate. He totes was checking out Mila. When Conoger looks his direction Roland drops his gaze quickly and blushes. Totally busted. <English>
"You know it's wierd," Bish mutters to Rolandas she steadfastly avoids another look towards the corpse, "I think I dreampt of her, or someone very like, only a couple of nights ago. Not a pleasant dream, but what I recall was vivid as if it was real." Shaking her head slowly she gives Conoger a brief glance as he speaks, then turns back to Roland. "Hair of the dog? I reckon I need something after seeing that." Patting down her pockets she fails to find her hipflask, but instead manages to produce only a coaster, and if her expression is naything to go by, not a coaster she recalls putting there. <English>
Conoger looks down at Mila as she is close, very close to him and he nods down to her. " Alright, let us go and I need..." then he stops, looks towards Roland as he puts his head down, not sure why but that drives suspicion instantly in his mind. It was what the woman said that gets him from goign anywhere right now. " Lass, you best come along as well, we all need to talk, something is amiss." his tone obviously serious and then he looks staright at Roland. " Lad, you best come with us." not a request, more like you best do as I say or your coming with me the hard way. " Alright, let us afind a tidy little hole some where we can talk, now." as he starst to move away, guiding Mila with his one had and expecting the others to follow. <English>
"Hey! H-Hey! I know that woman!" Some random person points over towards Mila. "I saw her yesterday with Granny! Sh-she was giving her a shot!" Then somebody else speaks up. "Oh don't be stupid!" <English>
=====Conoger=====
This man is bald at the moment and looks to have a rough edge to it, little bit of stubble on his head. The most outstanding feature on his face is the many straight line scars across his face and head, almost like they were done on purpose. Seems they are recent scarring and his eyes tends to have a scar from above the brow and down to the cheek. The brown brows seem to split in the middle, making this man alot more uglier. He is at least six feet in height and weighs about 280 to 300 pounds of solid muscle. His shoulders wide by his muscle mass and the rest of his body seems to follow suit.
He wears a viking helmet, this helmet has two horns curving upward that look real but more likely are some kind of synthesized resin recreation. Also wearing an old beat up trench coat, one you can't even tell if it was brown or even dark red in color. Underneath his trench coat there is armor. The body suit is a light gray matte material that forms around the body of its wearer. It covers from neck to toe. Within certain area's across the bodysuit are segmented black plates that offer extra protection. At his feet are very old, beat up combat boots, they do look comfortable.
Mila tries to compose herself as she smooths out the front of her dress and stands upright. She gives a nod to Conoger before looking over to the others he has beckoned to come with them. She starts to speak to Conoger but stops suddenly as she notices another person pointing at her. She looks to Conoger and then over to the man and woman Conoger beckoned, "Uh what's going on. Where.. uh." The fear suddenly becomes more evident on her face as she grabs at her stomach. <English>
Roland tilts his head to look at Bish again as she starts to speak. He seems intent on what she's saying nodding every so slightly here and there. "I.." and he just stops. Not because he's about to stutter again, but more because he doesn't quite know what to say. "That is weird," he finally admits. When she offers a bit of drink his hands come up, "Oh no. No thanks. I think that's what got me here to.." he glances around not quite recognizing the space port immediately. "..not Peresphone." Roland glances towards Conoger as the man tells him to follow. Even though Conoger cuts an imposing figure, Roland doesn't move. "I'll go --" his voice is cut off from by the random voices directed towards Mila. The words seem to stagger Roland a moment before he swallows and very wearily starts to follow after the pair. But at a distance. You know, so one could flee quick quick. <English>
Frobisher peers at the coaster for a few moments, trying to identify the hand writing, and, perhaps more importantly, whu it's blood stained. No answers are forth coming, but a flash of memory is, or dream, it's so hard to tell. Shuddering for a moment, just as the call about an injection goes out she glances quickly over to Mila, shaking her head before muttering to herself, "it can't be, she's a woman. Just a dream." SHaking her head as if to clear it she then squares her shoulders, slips the coaster back into her pocket and composes herself before giving Conoger a nod, "sure. Lets talk." Keeping step with Roland she fills him in on one matter at least, "Paquin. Not a bad place, so long as you don't mind the Rom." Then calling ahead to the other two, "there's a steakhouse type place, well, more of a greasy spoon really, but it'd be quiet this time of day. Speedy McGees or something like." <English>
Conoger was paying attention with his ears and as soon as someone points a finger in Mila's direction he keeps moving, still at a calmed pace and starts to head to the nearest location Red Eye Steakhouse. He heard og Mgee's but they need to move out of public and fast, this palce he knows. So once inside he heads to a booth, a quiet one where he lets them all slide in if need be, before he sits down himself, making sure others have not followed them. "I had the same dream or I thought." he says in a low toned voice, for only them to hear. <English>
Mila slides into the booth trying to keep calm as she looks to Conoger and the others. She was too confused earlier to catch any of the talk about dreams so she looks to those at the table with more curiosity as she asks, "What dream?" Even as she asks the question a bit of fear comes over her face as all the color drains. <English>
Even though Roland doesn't know any of these people, he quietly walks along. "Ah, Paquin, been some time." He murmurs to Frobisher and when they enter and then take up the quiet booth, he allows Frobisher to enter into the booth first. Could be some sort of chiverly, or could be the fact he's tall and doesn't want to knock knees with Conoger, or could be he wants a to be able to quickly bolt if he needs to. Likely a bit of all three. He doesn't comment on any dream. "I just had to much fun at a party. Don't know how I ended up on Paquin though. That's a fog." <English>
Call it paranoia given the situation, or for being the first mate of a man known to hate gypsies while on Paquin, but Bish takes a seat where she isn't blocked in by anyone else. A quick glance round once she's settled and she turns to Cooger, "you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine?" Roland's comments get a brief nod before she turns back to the other two, "I've got nothing much more than an old lady.. -that- old lady perhaps, looking scared in a rocking chair." Reaching up to scratch the back of her neck again she shrugs, "there was a syringe somewhere in it too I think, and some blood." A pause as she thinks hard, "and a name, although I don't recall it, Rolbert perhaps? No, wait," reaching for the coaster again she pulls it out and puts it onto the table between them, the single word written shakily on the back 'Roland'. <English>
Conoger frowns at hearing from the three and vene at seeing Mila react to what is happening. Once again he looks around and at this moment in time remoes his helm and sets it on the table. The shield normaly on his back is already set aside for easy reach. Finaly hearing bish he nods, pulls out his own coaster and turns it for them to see the name Mila on it, it is too covered in blood as well. " Your dream as is mine both the same, except I know who's name is written on that." now he looks at Mila, obviously expecting a explanation of sorts. "I heard giggles from a female, if I recall but that is all, above all this, I think we are all implicated somehow." <English>
Mila looses all color in her face as she listens to the tale of the dream. In fact she looks like she is both scared and about to be extremely sick, "I had a dream.. of course it was only a dream right?' She tries to brush it all off as she reaches in her pocket to get her handkerchief. As she starts to cover her mouth she realizes it isn't a piece of cloth at all but a napkin. She looks down at it and almost screams before tossing it out on the table. It is a simple napkin stained in blood with the word Conoger scrawled in shakey handwriting. <English>
Roland is fair of skin, it's true. Not, need SPF 99 when out in the sun, fair of skin, but just white. He listens to Bish, glancing towards her a moment, before she places the coaster on the table. That's when all color pales from his skin and he becomes almost ghost white. He sits there silently staring at the coaster. "Roland," he says in a soft voice. "That's my name." He looks up quickly, glancing around nervously, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Glancing around the table and not seeing a napkin he starts to seach his pockets. He blinks a bit when he pulls out a napkin, also with blood stains on it. He stairs down at it as he reads what's on it. When he looks up he flinches as a memory hits him and he sits there visible shaken. "Knitting needles." The pale man is able to say. With shaking hands he adds his napkin to the bunch. The name 'Frobisher' scrawled in shaken writting. <English>
Frobisher listens carefully to Conoger as he speaks, the mention of giggling causing her to blink teice and then nod. "Yes, no you mention it. Giggling, sounded like a girl's but I suppose it could have been a young boy's? And a flash of a red hood, and a syringe, a bloodied syringe at that, in a man's hand." She peers briefly at the napkin Mila produces, although her attention is quickly drawn to Roland at his admission. Her right hand flinches slightly, not actually going for her pistol but she's certainly ready to should it be needed. Eyeing the man carefully she shakes her head at the mention of knitting needles, they mean nothing to her, then stiffens as the second napkin is produced. "That'd be me," she admits quietly, "although no one I know well calls me that." <English>
Conoger looks at all that is happening, still a serious face to hm as he hears all that is been said. He is not surprised that his name is on one of the napkins and even nt surprised that Roland and Bish are implemented as well. SO now as they all are looking at each others names. " Are all our dreams the same or something different?" indicating that it may be a dream . <English>
Mila leans back in her seat as she seems to be studying things over, "I don't know." I mean it is all like scenes from a movie that just seem to flash around. I just remember the best tasting drink I've ever had in my life.. a female wearing a hood and I think some other beautiful woman with slanted eyes drinking and partying with me. It seems so festive and then turned really dark." She pauses to cover her mouth for a moment trying not to scream or get sick as she closes her eyes, "Then blood, knitting needles.. the woods.. a loud explosion that sounded like what I heard when I was shot. Its all so confusing." She really looks like she is about to faint at this point. <English>
Roland chews on his lower lip, but he stays perfectly still otherwise, less Frobisher decides it's blasting time. "I dunno," Roland says with a shake of his head. "Last I remember is going to get a bite to eat on Peresphone. Then.. it's a blur. Like.. a dream but.." he shakes his head now trying to clear the fog. "..but not really. I remember a girl with slanted eyes, she was hot. She sat on my lap and we.." His eyes widen and he blushes again as he realizes what he just said. His hand comes to his mouth, "No no no." he tries to back track. "I think it was a party. No hanky panky." His paleness is replaced by a deep crimson of a blush. "Woods. Gun shots. And knitting needles. And blood." Roland snaps his fingers when after he mulls over what Mila says about the woman wearing a hood. "And her. And the gun shots." <English>
Frobisher glances between Mila and Roland a couple of times, then back to Conoger. "I have a flash of a red hood, but other than that I have nothing else she does. It was definitely a man's hand holding the needle though." With all four names on the table she relaxes slightly, although she's still definitely alert. To Conoger, "looks like we go tone dream, them another," yeah, lets keep using the word dream. "The old lady? Was it...?" <English>
Conoger listens to their words, slowly nodding."Well,.we are in this together, so best find out what the fuck happened." he looks for waitress <English>
Mila takes in a deep breath, "Maybe.. well just maybe it would help if we all thought back to what we were doing before we had this.. this dream. I know I was on Persephone meeting with a friend. I went to the Hotel there and dined in the restuarant. Then I decided to have a few drinks. I woke up in a room there so I assumed I had a few to many and decided to spend the night." She looks over to Roland, "It's really not that uncommon for me to do so if I find it is late and I have been drinking." <English>
There a law enforcement officer who arrives after a while, making her way from table to table, asking to search people's purses and such. Asking a few question. <English>
"Okay," Roland says slowly looking to Conoger, "How ya 'pose we do that, eh?" Roland frowns as he leans back a bit in the booth to listen to Mila. When she pointedly speaks to him, he has a blank expression. "Uhh. Okay? That sounds like a good idea to me. I just usually wave Passe, or Nova to come drag me home." As the 'law' shows up and starts to make there inspections, Roland tries to shrink a bit in his seat. "We're going to jail. I know it," he says softly almost to himself. <English>
Frobisher nods solumnly to Conoger, indicating her aggrement with his sentiment. Then to Mila, "I've been running cargo between here and Silverhold for a few days. Nothing unusual, nothing out of the ordinary certainly. Just woke up yesterday feeling groggy and with only flashes of the.. dream.. coming to me as the day progressed." A glance towards the law and she glances down to the coasters and napkins then slowly leaning forward and resting her arms over as many of them as possible, before slowly leaning back again and dragging them off the table to where they can be stashed into the seat padding and such with more subtlty. <English>
Conoger calls the waitress over ."What ever they like to drink and double it." motioning to the ones at the booth with him. At seeing the law he does not panic, just relaxes. "I was in Dyton , drank a but , woke up here."motioning to Paquin. <English>
Mila tries not to look at the law as the make their way around the restuarant, "Well none of it adds up." She reaches up to pinch her cheeks trying to put a bit of color back into them. <English>
"Whis.." Roland starts to say to the waitress, but then stops, "No. Just tea. Sans alchol." Roland nods his head to Mila, "About as much sense as a screen door on a space ship." He chews on his lower lip as the police continue to make there way towards them. <English>
"Beer," Bish notes to the waitress, "just the one, might need a clear head later." She keeps it vague given the proximity of the waitress, then waits til the lass is looking to one of the others before stashing the bloody items down a gap in the seats. A casual glance shows the law is far enough away that she feels safe enough to ask, "anyone got a picture of Grandma Cookie to hand? The lass in the dream looked like her, but I'd need another look to be sure." Then across to Mila and Roland, "how about your lass, the one with the slanted eyes? Familiar in any way?" <English>
Conoger is a well armed individual, meaning he has a few weapons on him that only a certain few can hold. "Scotch."is all he says to the waitress. Then as she goes he pulls out a small little card which he keeps within his hand." I'm simply confused, why us,.why her and really, who actually did it." <English>
Mila looks to the waitress, "Just water please.. with a bit of lemon if you have it." She lets out a little sigh as she shakes her head, "None of them looked familiar to me. I can't even picture them that clearly in my head now. I am not sure if yu showed me a picture I would even be able to say for certain that was them." She lifts her fingers and rubs at her temples. <English>
Roland shakes his head at Bish, "I've looked at that wrapper a hundred thousand times, but, I can't remember what she looks like." He looks to Mila and nods, "Yeah. Just the slanted eyes and her being so good looking." Who knows how good looking she ways, after all it's just a blur. <English>
"Excuse me sirs, ma'ams." The young woman with the badge approaches the table with her padd. "So sorry to interrupt, how are you all doing this evening? Can I see your licenses please? I promise this will only take a few." She holds up her screen to show a picture of a beautiful young woman/old teen with dark brown hair, slanted green eyes in her scouting uniform. "And as you are finding those, may I ask if you've seen this girl?" <English>
Frobisher nods in understanding to Mila, various bits of her own recallections are somewhat vague and faded. "Don'thave one on me," she notes to Roland, "so I guess we're best assuming it's her and moving ont the what, why, where etc." A glance to see once more how close the law is and she attempts to sum up, "we have the dead, a slanty-eyed lady in a red hood, a bloody syringe in a man's hand, so knitting needles, woods, and gunfire? Well, that tells us we have two people to identify, although I regreat to say that I'm starting to think that the good Grandma was murdered by the man with the syringe, given there was no talk of gunshot wounds. Which leads me to ponder if this girl of ours has met a sticky end in the woods, or maybe shot the man?" As the officer finally approaches though she shuts up sharpish, turning to listen then dig in her pocket for her ID to flash. A glance to the picture and she shakes her head, "sorry officer, I don't think I've seen her. What's she done?" <English>
Conoger already had his id already in hand, since he pretty much gets carded all the time. He holds it up, looking at the picture and looks at it. He was about to ask but he lets Bish talk away. Now he leans back, watching the three for now. Now he looks for that drink. <English>
Mila reaches down into the top of her dress and produces her id. She offers it over for the office to look at. A glance is given to the picture, "I don't think I've seen that girl at least not that I can recall." She leans back in her chair and begins to take a small sip of the water that has been brought to her. <English>
Try as he might, Roland can't help but watch/stare as Mila fishes her id magically from her dress. He startles a bit when he relizes he's staring and starts to reach into his back right pocket for his id, and frowns a little when he doesn't immediately produce it. He pats his front pocket then breaths a big sigh of relief as he shifts to pat his back left pocket. "Gotcha, you slippery bastard." He smiles weakly up at the officer and hands it over as he looks at the picture. "Sh sh sh sh.." he starts to stutter again, "she l-l-loooks l-l-l-like th-th-th-th-that rock star. What-her n-n-namme? Vi- something or anoth-th-ther." <English>
"Oh okay, I understand. We're just asking, she's just been missing. So if you have seen or heard anything about her we...well I understand. Her name is Robin Fredricks." The officer starts accepting the IDs and checking them over carefully before she unclips something from her waist and offers it to each person. "Okay, and if you could please press your finger here please." Its a fingerprint scanner. "May I ask if any of you were familiar with Grandma Cookie?" <English>
Conoger and Mila's reactions draw no responce from Bish, but as Roland starts to stammer she turns to give him a quick glance. Nothing is said, the officer is still right there, and indeed talking again. Turning back to the lass she peers for another moment at the picture then shakes her head again, "sorry, name mean snothing either." Then there's the scanner, no chance to confer with the others, just do or don't. She's hesitant for a moment, but then remember the alliance already have her prints on record, so if there is anything incriminating it's just a matter of time anyway, so she reaches forward to comply. <English>
Conoger gets his drink and he pays for what ever the amount is and alittle more. As he is asked for dna, he shrugs and complies as well. "How long she been missing?" is all he asks.s <English>
Mila waits her turn and holds out her finger to be scanned. She stays rather silent compared to the others seem to want to ask the officer questions. <English>
"Best Cookies eh eh eh ever," Roland replies to the officer. He knows how it looks. The stuttering, but he didn't have the luxery of fancy speech therapists and what not to help him completely get over the stutter. "It's a shock what h-h-h-happ-p-ppend." After the others place there finger on the scanner he does likewise. He doesn't have a record. Well, at least an alliance one. Beylix authorties probably has his prints on file, but the (mis)adventures of youth will do that for you. <English>
The officer takes note of each print, head tilting with a hint of a frown as she sighs softly and looks between Mila and Roland. "I'm...I'm sorry, miss Mila? Please put your hands where I can see them." She begins reaching for her cuffs. "And Mister Roland, please note there were prints matching your own found at the scene as well. So you will be contacted soon. However...Miss Malikova, you must come with us for some questions. The set of prints found on the syringe found in the shuttle happen to match your own, so we need to take you in for some questioning. I really am sorry about this." <English>
Mila looks at Conoger a bit shocked as she lays her hands upon the table, "Syringe? What syringe? What shuttle for that matter?" She looks quickly to Conoger and then to Rolande, "There must be some mistake here." <English>
Frobisher keeps very quiet for a few moments, then takes advantage of the officer's attention being on Mila and Roland to mouth subtly across to Conoger, 'I'm sure it was a man's hand'. Then, to cover that just in case the officer did notice, she turns and asks, "sorry, I'm a little confused, is this still about the missing girl?" <English>
Sadly, there are about a dozen more poses after this, but the logger (Roland), lost the last bit. Basically, Mila gets hauled off for questioning. Roland, Frobisher, and Conoger think about getting into the shuttle, but seeing it heavily guarded all split up.
