Jumps off the controls and runs to the door, pocking her head out.
"Well safe to say we can have a look around if we look like we belong, you to coming?"
And she steps outside.
Well, Crast ws starting to wonder what had been in the last cup of bad coffee he'd drunk before this frickin' fever dream had begun, and whether the department would let him have time off to deal with it all, but even in his deluded nightmares he couldn't leave people in need. "Sure," he said with a consigned shrug, following behind the Specialist and out her magic transport box.
It's fine, you'll get used to it," Allisoun said to Crast as the TARDIS doors closed.
She walks out like is is meant to be there. Tapping her arm AI.
::"alight lets see whats on the local net?"::
Crast moved out of the space box and looked around. "So what do people see? An icecream truck moving around, or does it appear like at the shooting?"
"My ship has a way of, lets say Blending in. So have no fear, as far as anyone in concerned it looks like just another door"
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The Specialist sees nothing particularly unusual. There are a couple lights on throughout the office setup, so there MIGHT be people burning the midnight oil, but it might just be for security as well.
::"alight lets see whats on the local net?"::
There is a network here in this building. You can easily get out to the planetary internet, and (with a computers check) could probably get into the corporate intranet as well.
Crast moved out of the space box and looked around.
Crast notices the "outside" of the ship, the "real world interface", now appears as a normal doorway to a supply closet, rather than a (incongruous) ice cream truck.
Scanning the office, he sees the same lighting features (overhead florescent lighting) above the cubicles as The Specialist notes. Crast's keen detective perception also notes that a lift down the hall is active, the lights on the side moving upward through the floors.
Cast gestured to the lift. He wasn't sue if the elevator was also a magic box of some kind, like the ice cream closet, but if nothing else the fact they were likely somewhere near a killer who'd already tried shooting them once made him cautious.
She is looking for visitors records, means of transit, how they get into the theampark and out again as visitors, then deaths of visitors then deaths of park population's. Also who runs this, how they control things, what this building, do they use Time manipulation. tranmat records for the last day. And anything she may find of use.
Well, the planetary internet will tell you that VoidCorp owns and runs Sunset Alley and several other full-emersion style theme parks. It's headquartered right here on Voth.
This building's intranet identifies itself as VoidNet, so it's a safe bet that you're inside a building on VoidCorp's campus. Transmatting tourists into "out of the way" areas would be common in this era to give someone access to the park (separated for emersion reasons from the "full-color" reality the tourists would be arriving to Voth in).
You're unable to hack into the intranet at this moment, though you can try again. It quite probably contains the answers to your other questions.
"Interesting, seems that VoidCorp owns and runs Sunset Alley and several other full-emersion style theme parks. And we are inside it's headquartered right here on Voth. Transmatting tourists into "out of the way" areas would be common in this era to give outsiders access to the park. Separated for emersion reasons from the "full-color" reality the tourists would be arriving to Voth in). Seems your a inhabitant born and raised in a factious world Detective. Dose anyone you know go on holiday off world, in the coloured world say?" I as become if not we could be dealing with an enslaved population, as you don't seem to be a clone or android."
she says as she works at hacking the system
"It's not common," Crast said after a moment thought. "You need special permits, and some kinda medical treatment I think." Crast wasn't happy with these ideas, as it meant he was living a lie. A stupid play for tourists with a script he would never see. But it made a depressing level of sense.
She could feel his upset, she was like most of her kind telepathic after all. Was that empathy she felt, empathy for this human? How odd, but then it struck her, Her home was so like this, locked away from all overs, only being able to look out at the rest of time and space. She did not do this often but she tried to comfort him.
"I'm sorry, I know it can be uncomfortable, I too have had a simpler experience."
There she had given it a go, not back to work.
"I see, Well detective I now need you to detect, where would the transmatter pads be in this place. If we can find the records of who has been using them we may find out who as been doing the killing"
Crast nodded to the active elevator. "That would be the obvious place. Step in and it looks like you went to another floor, not another part of the world. If it's gonna be a big show, though, it'll probably be somewhere more public. If we have a few minutes I can probably work it out."
she says as she works at hacking the system
The Specialist now has access to the intranet of VoidCorp. Visitor records are no problem. There are 27 visitors right now paying the equivalent of 200,000 credits for a week's stay in Sunset Alley.
VoidCorp doesn't directly track deaths of "locals." The entire world park seems to, for the most part, be autonomous, meaning you'd have to go back and try to talk to officials or dig through paper records to gain such information.
However, VoidCorp does track the death of visitors. There have been six in the last two weeks. All have signed waivers on file that protect VoidCorp against lawsuits.
The president of the local office is Tyskam Eastboc.
The Specialist's hack doesn't give enough clearance to view the transmat logs, but she can tell that some are missing just from a jump in filenames.
She stops them and holds up her arm. Her arm device projects the records for them to see.
"Looks like we have a killer, six is just to many"
She then looks to see if she can get info on the six, where they a party and how did the die?
The Specialist can't access personal files on the tourists at the level she's infiltrated, but the deaths are listed as "complete endorphin depletion resulting in brain and cardiac death - cause unknown."
"Well now, seems our killer may be a drug addict, endorphin depletion is not that kind of thing you see everyday, so then where next?"
Crast ponders the information and comes up with the following theory.
What if the killer GOT PERMISSION from VoidCorp, or someone high up in it, to perform a limited number of these murders for a reason (such as harvesting drugs, as the Specialist suggests)? That murderer would have been given Carte Blanche to use the transmats into Sunset Alley, probably from this very building. And, to top it off, what if the lift is being used right now because the killer has just returned, and is going to speak to his contact? IF that's the case, and it's a big if, then the answers are on whatever floor the lift just went to.
Crast's face recoiled at the idea that someone would arrange to kill people like this, or sell it as an experience, but he knew better. For some people anything had a price, even other people. "We should follow the lift up," Crast said after a moment. "If this...place...sells this, the whole killing and stealing whatever the hell it is the killer takes from these people, then that was probably the killer on the lift, meeting whoever they have a contract with."
"Good, then lets get up there"
Looks to get the left to the floor the left went to.
You arrive on the lift, and the door opens. There's a light on in a large office at the end of the hall, the only one visible from here. You can hear two men speaking in muffled tones.
Crast paused, listening to the conversation. He'd hate to jump the janitors or the like.
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Waits with him,
The three of you have to get a little closer, but you manage to hear a bit of the conversation.
Man one (older, more refined voice): "No, we have to stop now. Something weird is amiss with these full-color travelers wandering around inside Sunset Alley. How did they get in? Not through our transmats, certainly. We have shields against foreign transmatting. No, I don't like it one bit. You need to take what you've got and go home."
Man two (younger, more gruff): "Listen, rich man, you were contracted for ten humans' worth of fresh endorphin modified with the reagent. I got four more coming to me."
Man one: "But the reagent kills the donors! I wasn't informed! I want out of the contract! Just take what you've got and go, and I'll do my best to cover it up."
Man two: "I'll go when I'm done. Now, I need four more marks in a different part of the park, so the detective and this "Specialist" person are out of my hair. Set up a transmat tomorrow. I'll lay low in your guest room until then."
"Let me at him," Allisoun whisper-growls beside you in anger.
The Specialist did what any Gallifreyan would, she pulled up her pants and matched in there. after all you don't get to be the greatest race in the cosmos by not having a ridiculous sense of entitlement and self righteousness. She was all set to go in there when she remembered that one of the two was here out of time. She was not here to save lives but top time crimes. She used her telepathy sending to them both..
Then to Crast she sent.
::"I am sorry to talk to you like this Mr Crast , mind to mind, but its silent, and Allisoun we had best wait, we need to know where the kill came from and what he us upto, move lives may be on the line here. Lets see if we can get him along in the guest room, where he can't jump away in time. Do you agree detective?"::
She did not tell them what she had deduced from the little conversation.
As a Gallifreyan one of the oldest and most mighty race in the universe her mind worked in a far more complicated way. It was not so much raw intelligence it was the fact she had a depth of knowledge based on millions of years of research, history and study of other cultures
On a basic level it was just a local, corporate and greedy type being used to gain drugs. She could see them both in her minds eye. The local in his world of money, backroom deals and shady workings. His motivation was clear. The other, the outsider to get for a price.
But there was small culture disparity the words rich man an odd way to state who the local was. As if the one giving him that term thought outside the others values system. Interesting, and this Reagent to gain, a human secreted drug. she would have to get a sample. The time travel and last of all the location.
Thing where starting to form a picture but she needed more information.
Fascinating....
The "L" are lifts, the smaller doors near you are gendered restrooms (male closest to the party). I only partially drew the room beyond because you didn't have a great vantage point to see it. All you know for sure is the big blue line is a plate window and the speaking parties are somewhere not far from the doorway.
Crast nodded his agreement to the plan. He didn't especially like it. He should be arresting these people. But he wasn't dumb enough to think he could make anything stick without a massive amount of evidence. If this was common enough then it meant the corruption went high.
Little more is said and you can tell from the direction the conversation is going the murderer is preparing to leave the room.
"What if as he comes out I whack him, and then Crast gets the drop on him with his gun?"
Crast shrugged. Technically assault, but he'd look the other way to capture this guy.