Voice; A Murder Most Multitudinous

[notsheepish]

[Sensational but so far unverified rumors have been circulating since dawn about the body of an imPort being found in Heropa early this morning, but it's from somewhere much further north that this particular transmission arrives. A transmission that remains mostly silent for several seconds after the audio kicks in, with only the sound of Maurtia Falls' afternoon traffic and the low murmur of distant conversation to be heard, in addition to a brief burst from a nearby police siren at one point.

Then a drained-sounding, slightly shaky voice finally speaks up and, gee... she almost sounds like she's seen a ghost or something.]

...Sarah, Cosima, it's Ruby. If you or any of your sisters hear this, can you please answer me as soon as possible? Something happened and I... I didn't know how else to reach you all. I don't even have all your numbers but I need to talk to you. Or. At least hear you check in, say hi, whatever.

[She takes a long, shuddering breath.]

I found-- Oh, God... Please just respond quickly. It's important.

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[oddbod]

[She's silent for a short moment, sucking in a breath she doesn't need.]

Tell me what its hair looked like.

[notsheepish]

[...oh. Right. A friend then.]

I've already talked to Sarah, Cosima, and Alison. They're fine.

[oddbod]

[At the mention of Cosima, there's an audible sigh.]

Oh, thank Jesus. [Then, ] What about Sarissa?

[notsheepish]

They're the only ones I've heard from so far.

[She's never even met Sarissa, really. If she had, it honestly might have made the situation quite a bit simpler!]

[oddbod]

Hold on.

[She steps away to try calling Sarissa, but it goes to voicemail once, twice, three times. When she returns, it's with less fire in her voice.]

She didn't pick up. I left a message.

[notsheepish]

I don't really know her. Is that normal?

[oddbod]

It could be. She's a bit... well, a bit of a wild card, to be honest.

[notsheepish]

Look, I know this is all really... whatever it is.

[She still can't decide if not bringing this up is crueler than bringing it up.]

But if it helps, I don't think it's her. Or any of the others either.

[oddbod]

What makes you say that?

[For the first time, Clara wonders who else knows about the sisters' little secret.]

[notsheepish]

Honestly? [A pause.] The smell.

That's one of my powers. Smelling. So I tried to find a trail that might lead me to whoever did this, but when I got close, the body itself smelled... wrong. Not like a person should.

And then I overheard the police saying there are two more bodies just like it somewhere else, but I've already talked to three sisters. The math doesn't add up. There's something else going on.

I... just have no idea what.