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maskormenace2016-05-04 08:16 pm
fistofthejoestar) wrote in maskormenace2016-05-04 08:16 pm
07 | voice
[there's sadness in Jonathan's voice, but he makes no attempts to obscure it. why should he feel any sort of shame? a dear friend of his is gone, and while she's far from dead it's still a loss. it would be more of an affront to her memory if he didn't express the weight he felt in his chest.]
I think waiting any longer is simply false hope, so...Mi- Ramir is gone, for those who were friends with her and worried about her disappearance. Her number has been invalid for some time now.
[he exhales lowly, pausing again. even though he'd expressly used the voice function to give himself a little space, it's a bit more difficult than he'd expected to have to detail all this. Jonathan has never had to announce someone's dePortation; any sadness he'd felt had always been private and dealt with on his own time.
but this is more important than his own feelings, and so after the stop he forges on with newfound vigor. the sooner he continued the sooner he could finish, for better or for worse.]
She left her businesses in the care of Miss Kitty Jones and I, so if you've never been to either Krakatoa or the Iceberg Lounge I really do encourage you to drop by sometime. They're first rate places and I'd be more than happy to pay for your drink or meal. Ah, which reminds me - we are still hiring, if you're looking for work.
[that ought to do it, shouldn't it? Ramir had already taken care of her personal belongings, after all. there's the sound of indistinct shuffling and then a soft laugh from Jonathan.]
...you know, I'd been meaning to ask about some frivolous little things before this all happened. I suppose I'll save that for another time.
[it's more appropriate, he thinks, not to clutter this up with his own hobbies and interests.]
I think waiting any longer is simply false hope, so...Mi- Ramir is gone, for those who were friends with her and worried about her disappearance. Her number has been invalid for some time now.
[he exhales lowly, pausing again. even though he'd expressly used the voice function to give himself a little space, it's a bit more difficult than he'd expected to have to detail all this. Jonathan has never had to announce someone's dePortation; any sadness he'd felt had always been private and dealt with on his own time.
but this is more important than his own feelings, and so after the stop he forges on with newfound vigor. the sooner he continued the sooner he could finish, for better or for worse.]
She left her businesses in the care of Miss Kitty Jones and I, so if you've never been to either Krakatoa or the Iceberg Lounge I really do encourage you to drop by sometime. They're first rate places and I'd be more than happy to pay for your drink or meal. Ah, which reminds me - we are still hiring, if you're looking for work.
[that ought to do it, shouldn't it? Ramir had already taken care of her personal belongings, after all. there's the sound of indistinct shuffling and then a soft laugh from Jonathan.]
...you know, I'd been meaning to ask about some frivolous little things before this all happened. I suppose I'll save that for another time.
[it's more appropriate, he thinks, not to clutter this up with his own hobbies and interests.]