The Mystery Deepens

Who: The Group. Again.
Where: The Medical Deck
When: No, We Don't Care
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"Can I go now?" asked McJohn, "We don't seem to be getting
anywhere..."
"No!" shouted Seymour, stamping his foot a little too
petulantly, "We're going to stay here until somebody finds something
useful that can prove Keto's the killer!"
"Hey!"
"You're still my prime suspect, you know!" said the ambassador,
waving one finger under Keto's nose, who looked at it like it was a
particularly offensive weapon.
"Niples, this is a job for security," sighed Wildflower, before her
eyes lit upon Phil, who was sitting down and sniffing the alcohol
bottles, "Or someone qualified. We could be down here for weeks and
not find anything."
"Then you'd better hurry up, hadn't you?" sniffed Niples, walking
over and sealing the exit, "Because we're not leaving until the
killer's found."
There was a general groan and mutter of discontent, then gradually
the group began to spread out, eyeing the ground for clues (or, in
some people's case, for unbroken, unopened alcohol containers).
-- Five Minutes Later --
"This is hopeless!" cried Wildflower, poking her head out of an air
duct and glaring across at where Niples stood, leaning nonchalantly
against a doorway, "Hey! Why aren't YOU looking around?"
"What, like a commoner?" blinked the ambassador, "Scuff around on
the floor and get all dusty? I couldn't do that!"
There were a lot of growls from the various places the crewmembers
had stowed themselves.
"Nipples, I think we'd all agree that you should at least do
SOMEthing productive in your life," said Keto, poking his head out of
the nearby airlock, "Much though it may pain you."
"Very well. I suppose I could empty that airlock. Just step back
inside it, would you? There's a good chap..."
"Firstly," muttered Keto, stepping out of the airlock, "Please
don't refer to me as 'chap'. And secondly..."
Keto's second point was drowned out as there was a loud bang from
behind him, causing him to leap several feet in the air and dive
across the floor, skidding to a halt at Niples' feet. All the
crewmembers came running across.
"What the smeg was that?!" asked Wildflower.
"Th...there's something outside that airlock..." said Keto,
pointing shakily towards the airlock.
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OOC: Tag people. :)