<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Max entered onto the bridge and began her search, raising a brow as she noticed the lifelike Aslan, she glanced around herself quickly to make sure she was unobserved, she could do without getting a reputation with the crew, before checking down the front of the Aslan's trousers- she was curious.... Noting the different access points, a moment later she'd check under the clothing for anything more obvious or hidden. Making doubly sure that she was alone, performing a quick cavity search as well.<br/>"I know- forward for a first date, forgive me will you?"<br/>She spoke to the doll, unable to stop herself flushing a little. She could be professional with a perp but something about the things entire purpose disarmed her a little. Curiousity satisified she'd redress the Aslan and resume the search, checking the back of the picture and letting out a soft sigh. Worst part of investigating any death was seeing the dead dreams... Still, one hell of a picture and the keys only confirmed, this was someone who adored flying, Max had to admit, she was a little excited to cut ties with her own life herself and go out amongst whatever inspired such love.<br/><br/>Max would curse the lack of a bag, though would quickly check for any containers, if found, she'd start to collect the hairs left on the spare seat, trying to sort different people into different containers as much as she could. The log entries proved frustrating, with so many sealed and locked, still there was one. Max watched it with a heavy heart, someone who loved their life this much, who adored space, who had risen from nothing- had had it snatched away, that left a bitter taste. The high level security on the other logs though was damned interesting, what in the heck had been going on with this ship? What had been a simple mystery was growing deeper.<br/><br/>Passing through the dining room, Max ran a hand over the dining table, the same one she had seen in the log, another bittersweet feeling. Her (part-owned) table now where that camera had rested. She moved on. The captains quarters deepened the mystery, the clothing was largely respectable plain, not like what would be expected of the owner of that Aslan and that crate of toys, were they maybe a passengers? Had she maybe been held against her will? The missing footwear suggested it was<em>possible</em>that the captain might be alive, though more likely dead and afloat in the void if she had made it off ship. She found herself genuinely smiling as Max turned off the light in the bathroom, the constellations lighting up. It was a crime scene, but Max knew she'd deeply love the room, or at least access to the bath. If she had containers she'd gather a little of the hair, she was assuming the hair belonged to Chloe but she had no way to be certain just yet. With a sigh Max would hit the intercomm for the ship.<br/><br/>"Alright, genuine mystery on our hands, small possibility, extremely small possibility that the ship's old captain, first name Chloe, is still alive. There is some military grade encryption on the ships logs I've found. Lots of hair that might bear examining and a sticky fluid on the pilots seat I'd like to analyse before we clean it. If anyone finds anything weird, please contact me over the intercomm, I'd also put a higher priority on sticking that cat that broke in into a cage till we've properly turned over the ship for clues, any objections?"<br/><br/>Max asked, a wary feeling that as much as she had new found respect for the ship and it's old owner, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to bring them worlds of trouble...