Mustered Out on Mertactor

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The Morning After

Autumn is the first one up, as usual, in order to prepare breakfast for passengers and the crew. By 9am, however, no one has shown up.

Remembering that Max told her that he going into Havers room for a game of late-night poker, she knocks on the door. Receiving no answer, she uses her pass key to open up the door. She sees Max and all of the passengers, slumped over the table, snoring loudly.

She shakes Max, who awakens with a groan.

“Fack me,” he groans groggily. “Where d’ya buy them bottles of Liebfraumilch from, girl? My ’ead feels like Jie just gave me a really good kicking.”

Autumn shakes the others awake and they all appear to be in the same condition. Autumn summons Will, who dispenses aspirin to each of them and all start to slowly return to normal.

Neither Max nor any of the passengers seem that bothered by the incident – no one lost any money during the process, but Arvor still suspects something untoward went on. With it being contrary to Imperial Passenger Transit Authority Regulations to have cameras inside passengers’ staterooms for reasons of privacy, there is no way of knowing exactly what went on there during the night while the occupants were unconscious.

Arvor calls the crew members together for a briefing:

“OK, so we can now assume that Havers has gone over Max for any key-pass, scanned his retina, copied his fingerprints, possibly pumped him with truth serum, whatever,” he says. “We need to check the low berths, and change every password and access system on the ship pronto. Also need to check the cameras and computer recording systems for any signs of tampering / anomalies in the overnight period. Also check the locker to ensure Ceglarski’s gun is still there.”

“Will can you do a blood test on Max for possible doping, and complete scan for any oddities?”

Everyone sets about their tasks, changing passwords to all of the locks. Jie checks the low berths, but there are no signs of entrance. Taeva checks the ship’s locker to find that all is as was before – all of the party’s arsenal is still there and untouched, as is Ceglarski’s machine pistol.

Arvor and Grim go through all of the recordings from all cameras during the night, but there are no signs that anyone left the room during the night.

Everyone reassembles to compare notes.

“Someone simply laced the wine with sleeping tablets from the traces I found in Max’s blood stream,” Will reports. “SuSAG E-Z-Rest – the most common brand of sleeping tablets in the Imperium – available at all good pharmacies from Jewell to Sol.”

“Hmm,” ponders Arvor. “So definitely foul play, and clearly with a purpose that is not theft, not immediately, at any rate.”

“Another possibility is post-hypnotic suggestion. How to guard against something like that is an interesting problem.”

“You haven’t been violated in any way, have you, Max?” asks Will.

“No mate, my sphincter still as tight as it’s ever been,” Max replies.

Still mystified as to exactly went on the previous evening, with no additional clues from the passengers who have no complaints about the events.

The crew members decide to step up security in any case. They organize a rota where there is always one crew member outside the entrance to the low berths at all time, and another watching the monitors.

It turns out to be a rather tedious exercise for everyone as nothing interesting happens at all. The passengers tire of the games of poker and return to more solitary activities.

Comments

Ok, so we can now assume that Havers has gone over Max for any key-pass, scanned his retina, copied his fingerprints, possibly pumped him with truth serum, whatever. We need to check the low berths, and change every password and access system on the ship pronto. Also need to check the cameras and computer recording systems for any signs of tampering / anomalies in the overnight period. Also check the locker to ensure Havers’ gun is still there.

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Also have Will do a blood test on Max for possible doping, and complete scan for any oddities.

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Hmm. So definitely foul play, and clearly with a purpose that is not theft (not immediately, at any rate).

Another possibility is post-hypnotic suggestion. How to guard against something like that is an interesting problem.

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Did I check them for space alien impregnation? Has Max been, ummm, violated in any way?

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Hopefully he didn’t choose the ray gun behind the movie theatre option.

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Can’t Will use his secret (oops, sorry Will) Zhodani powers to check for post hypnotic suggestions?

Otherwise we can perform the tried and true MPHG test:

Grim, wearing a bathrobe and a funny hat: “Stop. What… is your name?”
Max, looking earnest: “Max. C’mon Grim what’s this all about.”
Grim: “What… is your quest?”
Max, getting frustrated now: “Well, I guess if I had to nail it down, it’d be to make that one big score, You know, the one that sets us up for life with no worries. I seek the Grail of cargo deals. Now can I get some breakfast?”
Grim, more agressively: “Breakfast can Wait. What… is your favourite colour?”
Max, looking utterly confused now: “Blue. No, yel…”
Gim: “Throw him into the airlock!”
[Jie and Arvor throw Max into the airlock, problem solved]

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LOL

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Nice use of the “u” in colour there yankee. And the correct answer of course is “pink”, notwithstanding Steve’s efforts to switch us to that gender-challenged “maroon”.

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“Yankee?”

You do know I’m from California? LOL! Yankees, Johnny Rebs, Crackers, WOPS, etc. only exist east of the Rockies. Out here in sunny Cali we’re just one big happy, mellow brotherhood, skateboarding and smoking our way to universal harmony. But glad you appreciated the spelling. Maxs breakfast would have been Hog’s Pudding, Kidneys, Fried Bread, and a Rasher of Bacon. Had he answered “Pink” ;)

Agree with any and all precautions involving our newly important freezer contents. Grim will volunteer to take a watch near the low passage units if we think we want to post a physical watch?

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Burgundy. Taeva wears her own stuff in preference to any of the existing pink crew stuff, which is stuffed firmly into a bin bag at the back of her wardrobe.

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Well, if it’s Captain’s orders, Grim will {cough} reluctantly change his color preference to Burgundy.

All Hail the new Ship’s Color!
Long Live Burgundy!

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I said maroon damn it! Burgundy is for hosers! Eh.

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LOL!

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In her position as ship’s stylist and interior designer, Autumn hands everyone a style guide:

http://www.color-hex.com/color/ff69b4

“Only colo(u)rs from this palette will be allowed in order to ensure that the aesthetic appearance of the ship is kept intact.”

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