Mar 26 14:43:03 107 PA - A delivery to Maya
From Chronicles
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A police laboratory, with large pieces of scientific instrumentation, and several people in white lab coats as well. Some computer terminals, a large gas chamber, and a cluster of sinks inhabit the central island. A good-sized water chamber designed for ballistic testing is set along the left hand wall. The techs are constantly experimenting and working on whatever new batch of evidence they've recieved today. A door at the far end leads into the morgue.
The blustery weather outside barely shows in here, with the bright lights and the shiny equipment. And the loud music. The really really loud rock music. Maya is in, working her shift, dressed as she often is for the club, the collar with the silver spikes wrapped around her throat, her hair in bunches, and her t-shirt with a slogan covered by the white coat, a brief nod towards the formalities of her job. The coat covers the length of her skirt, making it look as if she is wearing only the coat and knee socks.
At this moment, she is peering into a microscope, her concentration almost absolute, apart from the tiny tapping of one finger against the desk, matching the rhythm of the music. She is surrounded by little bags of evidence, all labelled and tagged and ready, and when she straightens, she takes the slide from the microscope carefully, putting it into a tiny box for safe keeping. "See, this will seal the case against you, my friend..." Talking to herself is not uncommon.
Erica strains to carry the large wooden box as she makes her way into the lab. Her box is bubbling over with fog as the dry ice inside it subliminates into gas. Her face is slightly red from both the strain and having to talk her way this far into the station, and on top of the box is a large stack of paper work she is going to have to fill out. The loud music stuns her for a moment, but her lips curl quickly into a smile as she starts bobbing her head to the beat while she strains and works the wooden box into the lab. "Excuse me!" She calls out not really able to see who is about.
Maya is bent, carefully putting the little box into an evidence bag and sealing it tightly. She signs it with a flourish, and turns, her broad grin in place, pleasure at her work obvious. Erica's presence is clearly unnoticed as her eyes widen and she picks up a remote, pointing it at the stereo. The music drops to a level where conversation is technically possible, if still slightly difficult. "Oh hey, you must be the corpse woman. We've met, haven't we? In the club?" She moves over, peering at the box, "Oh let's get him on the table!" Maya turns, moving to grab a trolley.
Erica huffs as she moves as best she can to place the wooden box on the trolley. "Ugh. That is a bit heavy." She laments as she knuckles her back while nodding her head. "Yes I think we were introduced at the Alibi once or maybe twice. Thank you for helping me out here. Frank was a good friend of mine." She says as she relaxes a bit from carrying the box. "I'm sure you are very busy I do appreciate your time."
Maya opens the box, peering down at the corpse, her face serious. The light hearted girl from the Alibi really isn't much different at work, except she hasn't tried to hug the corpse. "Frank is it?" She rolls the trolley to the side of the table, dropping the side of the box so that Frank can be moved across to the autopsy table. The movement across is obviously a practiced one, done with one jerk and Frank is there, on the table. "What do you need to know about the guy?" Maya's gaze returns to Erica, and the broad grin returns, warming her face. "I can settle him so that he can travel well enough after."
Erica offers Maya a slight smile seemingly having at least come to terms with her mentors death. "Yep." She says in response to the question as she follows Maya around with a curious tilt of her head. She moves to help with the transport of the body but finds her assistance isn't really needed. "I would like to know how he died, or at least what killed him. If you can do that." She says with a slight grin as she looks aroun at all the fancy equipment. "Yes I would appreciate that. I do need to take him down to his next of kin."
Maya is pulling on protective clothing, a mask, gloves, and an apron. She offers a set to Erica, talking as she does so. "I can do that..." Her face becomes serious, intent as she begins to work, moving the light to make the first incision. She works quickly, practiced movements slowly revealing the inner workings of Erica's mentor's body. "Hmmmmm, interesting." Various organs are removed, weighed, placed delicately into containers designed to hold them.
Erica puts on the protective clothing after it has been offered wearing the mask and gloves. She nods her head while tying the apron behind herself all the while bobbing her head to the music. She watches Maya's practiced movements with interest not seemingly disgusted by the work as her mentor's internal organs are hauled out and weighed. Erica makes no comments as she watches not wanting to interupt Maya's train of thought.
Maya's voice is too low to be heard over the music, her mutters mostly for herself, and she studies one organ in particular, frowning at it as she slices it open. Then finally, she begins to return organs to the body, her practiced movements making it happen quickly, neatly, and she stitches him up. The process has taken some time, and Maya has been thorough. That done, she lifts a blood covered hand to raise the visor, giving Erica a broad grin.
Erica keeps watching Maya's work obviously fascinated by the process the other woman goes through. She entertains herself with the music that is playing during the long silences and the muttering. As Maya grins at her she returns the grin with a smile of her own. "How did that go?" She asks assuming that Maya will tell her all she needs to know in the other womans own time.
Maya gives Frank a quick wipe down, the corpse little the worse for wear except for the neat line where she sewed him up. "He had a massive heart attack." Maya's voice is slightly puzzled, and she gives Erica a thoughtful look. "It looks like he pretty much died of natural causes. There is an injury here, which may have thrown a clot when it was healing... which could have caused the heart attack." The simple explanation, involving no foul play, is spoken precisely.
Erica nods her head slowly up and down while she listens to Maya's prognosis. Her smile grows a little wider at the news of Frank's natural death. "Oh that is good to hear. I had feared that he was murdered for some reason. I guess I am a little too paranoid for my own good." She says with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Um I need to transport him to Newtown is there any conatiner you have that might be better suited then this box full of straw?"
Maya grins in reply, reaching out a hand to take Erica's protective gear. "Nope, killed by whatever he did to that leg and nature being a bitch. I can set him up in one of our caskets, comes with a pretty KD city guard logo and everything." She turns, dumping all the gear into a trash can and running water to wash up. "I'll do that tomorrow, have him all ready to go home when you want. He can hang out here until then. Want to go to the club? My shift was over a couple of hours ago."
Erica unties her apron and pulls off the protective gear she was given and hands it back to Maya. "Well he lived a good full life. I hope to bring him to Newtown and bury him soon. Thank you for everything." She says as she hands over the apron. She moves over to the sink wanting to wash herself a bit after your done. "Sure that sounds keen. I could use a drink and a little dancing maybe. Even though I'm not quite dressed for it."
"You could go home and change if you aren't comfortable." Maya moves Frank quickly to a drawer, closing him away for the night, next to many others just like him in their corpsified state. "I can meet you down there." The white coat goes into a laundry bin, leaving Maya in the precise clothes she wears for the club, and with the addition of a bright line of lipstick, she is ready to go.
Erica shrugs her shoulders then shakes her head as she smiles at Maya. "Nope I'm ready to go. Don't feel like putting on a dress today anyhow." She says as she washes her own hands. Flinging her hands dry in the sink she nods her head. "Let's head out then." She says as she offers Maya a friendly smile.
