[The message arrives before Jade gets around to sending one of his own; it would have been much more prompt, on his own part, but the knee-jerk notion had been to call upon Palamedes Sextus and his unnatural proficiency for blood investigation in the end.
The meeting with Pal concludes eventually, and the gap of time isn't quite so long enough as to be alarming, when a reply finally arrives from Jade's side.]
My cabin received the exact same message. Someone's not much for originality. Or tact, for that matter.
[A dry sort of humor that's barely humorous at all, likely practically seeping through the text. After a moment, Jade sends a picture in return--identical message indeed, on his own door.]
I was about to ask, if you'd ever mentioned Luke. I had a feeling you hadn't, however...
I can't say I've spoken of him much either. There are [hm] very few people on this ship who'd even know him by name...much less that he's dead. But I cannot see any of the ones who do engaging in something half so gauche as this.
Clearly it is a death threat of some variety, however. I do not care for it. Where are you at the moment?
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I don't know how to tell you this
But there was a message written on my cabin door today...
[ enclosed, there is a picture of the exact same message jade
himself had received, except next to it is her own cabin number. ]
I didn't talk about Luke with anyone here, so it's kind of strange.
I'm not sure where this could have come from...
[ she's worried, but she isn't exactly suspicious of jade himself.
just ... keeping herself together, cautious about what this all could mean. ]
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The meeting with Pal concludes eventually, and the gap of time isn't quite so long enough as to be alarming, when a reply finally arrives from Jade's side.]
My cabin received the exact same message. Someone's not much for originality. Or tact, for that matter.
[A dry sort of humor that's barely humorous at all, likely practically seeping through the text. After a moment, Jade sends a picture in return--identical message indeed, on his own door.]
I was about to ask, if you'd ever mentioned Luke. I had a feeling you hadn't, however...
I can't say I've spoken of him much either. There are [hm] very few people on this ship who'd even know him by name...much less that he's dead. But I cannot see any of the ones who do engaging in something half so gauche as this.
Clearly it is a death threat of some variety, however. I do not care for it. Where are you at the moment?