Ilsa Marek
Victim NPC
Continuity Officer of the Perennial, keeper of the Manifest — the one person who audited every soul's banked years. Incorruptible, exacting, widely respected and privately resented. Found at her feast seat with white…
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Handover Night aboard the generation ship Perennial — the once-a-generation feast where the waking crew earns its long sleep and the next cohort takes the ship. Here years are the only currency: cryo banks them, the Manifest counts them, and Continuity Officer Ilsa Marek audits every balance. Tonight she sits at the feast table with white hair and a stopped heart — dead of old age at thirty-eight. Someone spent sixty years of her life in a single evening. No Handover can be certified with an unexplained death aboard, and nobody sleeps until a name is signed. Audit the ship: the arithmetic never lies. People do.
Ilsa Marek
Victim NPC
Continuity Officer of the Perennial, keeper of the Manifest — the one person who audited every soul's banked years. Incorruptible, exacting, widely respected and privately resented. Found at her feast seat with white…
Captain Aster Vane
Suspect
Last captain of the Third Watch: gracious, hollow-eyed, a career built on a flawless record. Ship law is blunt — certify the Handover by final bell or forfeit command forever. He has been vanishing from the feast…
Captain-Elect Rho Onwudiwe
Suspect
Incoming commander of the Fourth Watch — crisp, formal, and awake suspiciously early. The handover protocol thaws the captain-elect at first bell; nobody remembers seeing her thawed, yet here she stands, hours ahead of…
Dr. Selen Ansovald
Suspect
Chief of the rejuvenation suite — she runs the machinery that pays banked years back out as youth. She administered tonight's feast top-ups, including Ilsa Marek's. Grim and clipped since the body was found.
Petra Ilyin
Suspect
Pod-fitter of the family deck, mother of one registered daughter. Three weeks ago she had a screaming match with Ilsa Marek in the ring-hall that half the cohort heard — Marek had denied her petition for a second…
Warrant-Steward Casimir Lodge
Suspect
Drive-steward of the Perennial, keeper of the ship's ledger-machinery and drive stores, as his father was and his father's father — House Lodge has stewarded the drive since Year 0. Calm, meticulous, everyone's…
Founder Edda Voss
Witness
A founder of the voyage, thawed tonight by someone — hour-old memories, century-old authority, walking the feast like a saint stepped down from her glass. Her pod in the Ancestors' Gallery bears a fresh thaw-scar. She…
Brother Halloran
Suspect
Archivist of the Voyage Ledger, of the monkish order that keeps the ship's paper truth. Serene, dry-witted — and suddenly, visibly wealthy in banked years, which archivists are not.
Juna Marek
Suspect
Ilsa Marek's estranged daughter, quartermaster of the ring-hall — she laid tonight's feast around the mother she hasn't spoken to in years. Ship law is plain: she inherits her mother's banked years the moment the death…
Chief Oren Tam
Suspect
Chief of hydroponics — his harvest ledgers decide how many mouths the next watch can feed. He has spent the feast arguing, to anyone with rank, that the incoming cohort must shrink by one family. He sweats when the…
Ivy Serrano
Witness
Fourth Watch med-tech, thawed two days early — officially, for handover medical prep. Her badge ran the machinery that killed Ilsa Marek; she herself was provably floating in post-thaw recovery immersion the whole…
Nil
Witness
A lean youth nobody remembers assigning quarters to — no name-band, no berth, no line in the Manifest. Appears at feasts, vanishes into corridors. The cohort calls him the corridor kid and mostly pretends not to see him.
On the Perennial, even being born is a line item — and tonight the ledger can afford exactly one miracle.
There is a boy at the feast who was never born, according to the ship. Ask him what he sees from the corridors. First, give him a reason to exist.
No one sleeps until the Manifest is signed — and the Manifest cannot be signed until someone explains the dead woman at the feast table.
Ask the woman who has been asleep for a century where this ship is supposed to be going. Then check the helm.
Someone opened a founder's pod tonight without authority. Someone else woke early with no record at all. Handover Night has too many people who shouldn't be awake.
Someone has been editing the ship's memory for a century. The only man who noticed just got rich — and his buyer just got dead.
The machine that pays out youth has a setting nobody talks about, and the last person who found it didn't live to file the report.
Handover Night aboard the generation ship Perennial — the once-a-generation feast where the waking crew earns its long sleep and the next cohort takes the ship. Here years are…
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