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[truthkills]

Who: Kiriya Kujo and you!
When: Late May.
Where: All over the ship, locations in prompts.
What: Kiriya gets his bearings
Warnings: Possible discussions of death, possible body horror depending on how you want to look at a kids' show transformation trinket turning a dude into a motorcycle.


Kiriya looks like he's dressed for the part of a guy on a cruise, at least. He's wearing a loud floral-print shirt with a maroon leather jacket lazily draped around his shoulders, torn jeans, and some sneakers with no socks. He's got a pair of round-framed sunglasses clipped to the collar of his shirt, and he's moving around the ship with all the energy of a gawky tourist. This is the perfect cover for not letting anyone know that he's a bit alarmed thinking he should be dead and wondering if Hell is actually a cruise ship. The unnerving nature of the onboarding was not lost on him, and now he might as well figure out where the hell he's found himself.

[All and Sundries]
Surely this has got to be some sort of weird trick. Kiriya is systematically examining all of the merchandise while trying to appear very casual about doing so. He might remove all of the books from a rack or toiletries from a shelf, but he'll put it all back, too. Eventually, he'll figure out how to "buy" a bag of chips and a tube of sunscreen. He feels like that might come in handy later on. As things stand now, he is pretty sure the dead can get sunburned.

[The Infinite Tommy Bahama]
Alright, this is weird. Uncomfortably weird. This store is entirely too large and absolutely should not be occupying this much space. Not that Kiriya is visibly letting that show. He grabs a loud shirt that somehow manages to be even more obnoxious than the one he's already wearing. "You see that? That's a great shirt. Excellent pattern." Why yes, he will absolutly start just chatting away with a stranger like this is all fine.

[Morgue]
This is probably the last place one might expect to find a guy who looks like he's leaning hard into Tourist Mode, but look, Kiriya's spent a lot of time in morgues. When you're a coroner, that just comes with the territory. He seems perfectly at ease as he opens the cabinets where bodies might be, because he is absolutely being nosy in a professional capacity. He'd look for his own corpse, but he doesn't think he left one behind.

[Sports Deck]
He's looking out at the running track. He should not be thinking of doing what he's thinking of doing. There is no point to thinking of doing what he's thinking of doing. But the idea of making sure his equipment still works after all this might not be a bad idea; better to test that out now than to run into an actual problem and find that the Gamer Driver's failed him.

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Morgue

[makesomedeals]

"I don't think anyone has died recently if that's what you're looking for." That soft, modulated voice is coming from the clearly metal person leaning against the doorway. While Kiriya is in full on cruise wear, Maximilien is wearing a $90,000 suit and looks like he might have just come from an executive board room. Definitely the two people dressed the least like they belong in this area.

Why is Max lurking around the morgue? Well that's none of anyone's concern.

[truthkills]

Kiriya's gaze flicks towards the metal man's waist for just a moment, long enough to look for the presence of a Driver around the man's waist and a sign that this was another Rider transformed in armor. Not that Riders generally wear expensive suits over their armor. "Oh, I was just checking things out. Professional curiosity, I suppose." He casually leans against the wall. "I'm a coroner, you see. Just getting the lay of the land."

[makesomedeals]

"A coroner?" Oh that is interesting, he'd been wondering why there was a morgue without a coroner literally two weeks ago and now one shows up. Curious. Or suspicious, one of the two.

"We probably need someone with those skills honestly."

What with all the murders.

[truthkills]

"And here I was thinking I might get to take some time off." That doesn't sound entirely true. "I'm here for all your cause-of-death-identifying needs, I suppose."

[makesomedeals]

"How are you with causes for coming back to life?" his tone is light, but he's not joking. Finding out how they come back from the dead seems more critical than finding out how they died.

Generally that's easy enough to tell. And sometimes even televised.

[truthkills]

That hits entirely too close to home. Kiriya knows he died before showing up on the ship. He genuinely should not be here. But he laughs anyway. Good way to cover any discomfort. "Well, now that is a little outside my wheelhouse." He grins. It is not a cheerful sort of grin. "But I always did like a good puzzle."

So what if this sort of thing got him killed the first time? Apparently, he'll just come back again.

[makesomedeals]

Second times the charm!

"I'm not sure if that'll make all the pieces fall into place, but it will definitely help things if you could figure out why no one stays dead."

He flicks a speck of dust off one of his cufflinks. "My name is Maximilien, I should have introduced myself earlier."

[truthkills]

"I'm Kiriya. Kiriya Kujo." He looks back at the cubbies for bodies. "So how often do people end up in here, anyway? I can do an exam before they come back and after, at least try to get some kind of baseline of how this runs."

[makesomedeals]

"Well aside from those who kill each other over petty disputes randomly, we had nearly half the ship die twenty-three days ago after being transported to a jungle island. Yet after dying there, they wound up back on the ship and then here." He gestures to the morgue.

"Well we're assuming they come through here, Friday carries the corpses out of here and back to their cabins where they wake up later."

[truthkills]

"Oh, I guess she's a bit stronger than I would've given her credit for." Good to know. "So the thing to do would be to intercept her or just wait in a cabin to examine the body shortly before waking up, then." He pauses. "The other stuff's real messed up, too, don't get me wrong. Do the petty disputes happen often? Like should I be hiding a knife from the cafeteria in my waistband?"

Not that he is actually worried about needing a weapon or inclined to trust this sort of warning, but hey. He's just a totally ordinary coroner as far as anyone needs to know right now.

[makesomedeals]

"She's not human. Which was probably obvious from the lack of features."

The rest of that sounds like a decent plan, and tracks with what he and others had been planning, "I think intercepting here either coming to or from the morgue would be most beneficial. Either would gain valuable insight."

"Not that frequently, and seeing as you've just arrived it seems unlikely you've already angered anyone. Unless you have?" he is here for the gossip if that's the case.

[truthkills]

"Yeah, I've seen some pretty interesting medical conditions in my time, but I kind of picked up on that." He nods. "I'll keep an eye on things, or you can let me know where to be if you catch wind of something."

And there's a broad grin at that last question. "My fashion sense offended some guy in Tommy Bahama's, that count?"

[makesomedeals]

"I shall." Be prepared for texts at weird hours when people die!

"It depends, was that person the bearded man who wears nothing but mismatched floral patterns? Because I think he's more likely to drunkenly fall on you than anything else." His voice is disdainful as he speaks about Sharky, even though he doesn't know his name - he keeps running into him leaving Tommy Bahama, almost as if the man lives there.

[truthkills]

That's sadly close to how his regular life has gone! He is used to weird messages at odd hours. Not having the weird texts accompany a video game disease monster running amok will be a welcome change.

"No, actually it was a guy who was dressed kind of, uh, I dunno, really old-fashioned?" Kiriya shrugs. "With ruffles and things?"

[makesomedeals]

"Sadly ruffles doesn't actually narrow it down." A pause while he thinks about who would be most likely to be offended by a Tommy Bahama and also wearing old timey clothing. "That is likely Captain Stede. And I don't think he gets to be an arbiter of fashion when he's wearing so many layers of starched clothing he likely has to have Lucius put his shoes on for him."

He sniffs disdainfully, apparently the two aristocratic fashion snobs don't get along very well.

[truthkills]

There's a grin at that disdain. "Starch? Probably was him, then. He didn't seem like the sort to shank me for a loud shirt, much as he hated it."

[makesomedeals]

"He's apparently a Gentleman Pirate whatever that means."

And while Max also does not approve of loud and abrasive shirts, he's at least not going to stab anyone about it. It'll be a mark against them - but not the genesis for death. "I think you're safe from shirt-based murder. No one here has come off as quite that petty."

[truthkills]

"Maybe it means he dresses fancy while illegally downloading movies."

Kiriya scratches his head. "Well, that's good, then. If you've got to be stuck at sea with a bunch of strangers, at least they're not murderously petty strangers, y'know?"

[makesomedeals]

"I sincerely hope that he has a specific pirating outfit he wears when cracking the DRM off television shows he wishes to watch and not pay for."

If that's true Max will laugh and laugh and probably never stop. That would be legitimately amazing. "They're murderous, but for other reasons than clothing. So far."

He folds his arms behind his back, "I'll be sure to inform you if that changes."

Like if he comes across Sharky's decimated corpse - it's probably due the Tommy Bahama. Or that's what he'll assume.

[truthkills]

"Man, if you don't have a special illegal downloading outfit and you call yourself a pirate, then what's the point?"

There's a laugh. "I would appreciate the heads up, yeah."

[makesomedeals]

"Next time I see him, I'll inquire." Because now he wants to know about Stede's pirating garb.

But until then, Max will nod politely before leaving. He'll let Kiriya know if he finds anyone dead. That's almost like being social or something.