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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voice | private

[notsheepish]

[Well, this is certainly a surprise, but... not an unwelcome one.]

I'm alive. And so are my friends, but... someone in their family might not be. It's not really clear yet.

[hardedged]

I'm guessing you've called the cops by now.

[notsheepish]

Yeah, that part's handled at least. I just don't know what else I can do at this point.

[hardedged]

Honestly? Not much.

[ as blunt as always. ]

But next time, think twice before posting about a dead body. Never know who's listening in.

[notsheepish]

Yeah, not exactly my best decision, but I was kinda panicking and didn't know how to reach everyone I needed to talk to about this.

[hardedged]

I get it.

[ still, ruby should be more careful. whatever, though, she's never been the lecturing type. that was trish's job. there's an awkward beat of silence. she's never been the comforting type either, but she feels almost compelled to say something. ]

Sorry. About what happened.

[notsheepish]

Thanks.

[She laughs, but there's no humor in it at all.]

I wish I could even say this was the first time this has happened to me. Finding a body that looked just like a friend but wasn't actually them.

[hardedged]

Jesus. You a magnet for crapass luck or something?

[notsheepish]

Maybe that's one of my powers.

[hardedged]

You and me both.

[notsheepish]

Sounds like a sitcom waiting to happen, huh?

[hardedged]

[ she snorts at that mental image. ]

Pass. [ a beat. ] Try to stay out of trouble.

[notsheepish]

I'll do my best.

[hardedged]

Good luck. I won't be there to bail your ass out again.

[ what a nice person she is. ]