video; un: barebone

[repressings]

[ Credence shouldn't go exploring. That's implicitly obvious, but he'd done it anyway, and when he recovers from this he'll have a nice long mental self-reprimanding. It had been a simple enough affair. Surely, there would be some kind of answer among the metal corridors and winding labyrinth of strange technology. There's a buddy system, but Credence had simply not wanted to bother anyone, not wanting to impose.

He's not expecting to round the corner on deck 3 and see the body of a man. He's jarred, falling backwards, tripping on things that aren't there. His rear hits the hallway and he backs up, instinctive, and doesn't stop until his back hits the metal hallway.

He has to let people know. It's instinctive, to pull out the necklace he'd been given in the dark alley before arriving and touch it, and it's only after his heart stops racing too much (he can't stop staring, this is decidedly different from his sister, or is ma) that he starts a video. The movement is shakey, and he's sure no one on the ship will really recognize him, having kept to himself and his quarters, but they have to know. ]

There's--there's something...

[ He pans the camera to the body, trying to keep his body from shaking, voice high with fear. ]

Deck three. It's on deck three.

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[fingerprint]

So... it was a messy death. I've never really studied the ways people die.

[ Because that's something to study, right. (It might be useful in the future, though. ]

Unless something went really wrong. [ Hmm. ] You should look for someone you trust, just in case it was a murder.

[repressings]

I didn't-- I didn't do it! [ Not this time, why is he saying things like 'murder?' Maybe it's the alien, maybe it's someone else--he can't remember doing it, but he can't remember hurting Senator Shaw, either-- ]

I swear.

[fingerprint]

Oh - do you think I'm accusing you? [ He hadn't thought of that, actually; Theo isn't too well versed in the art of human deceit. If he sees a young man panicking about a dead body, his last instinct is to think that he's covering up for his own crime. Probably for the best in this case. ]

That's not what I was saying at all. What I mean is: find someone you trust, just in case the murderer tries to kill you next. Since you found the body and all.

[ That will totally help him calm down, right? RIGHT ]

[repressings]

[ Credence is many things, and rightfully paranoid is one of them at the moment--the man's voice is too calm, like he's watching something in the cinema, not like it's happening, and it's making his skin crawl.

And here he suggests he's going to die? He doesn't have the guts to call him out on it--no, he's incapable, and he takes a big, deep breath. He has to get out of panicking blindly. ]

Sir? Do you---you don't speak from experience, don't you?

[fingerprint]

Of course not. I think I'd be traumatized if that was the case; I'm very sensitive.

[ He says... to Credence... ]

Are you looking for someone you trust yet?

[repressings]

[ He doesn't sound sensitive at all, but Credence looks in the middle of some sort of second panic attack. Someone he trusts?

Graves. Markhell. ]

I don't know where they are...

[fingerprint]

They can't be very far, I don't think. Maybe they haven't seen this yet, but you don't have to be alone. [ That's too optimistic to be really practical, but help is help. Unless it harms. ] We could meet, if you want.