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.

Comments

[notsheepish]

[She takes a second to think about how to word this before responding.]

There are some things about the situation that are... off. Like the fact that, according to the police, this is actually the third identical body they've found today, but I've already spoken to all but two of the sisters. That can't be right.

And when I got close to the body, it also didn't smell the way it should, somehow. There's got to be some imPort weirdness at play here, but I have no idea what.

[knifecollecting]

The third? [Holy shit. That is a lot of identical bodies, and...]

It smelled off? [Jo would be a lot more weirded out if she didn't already know Ruby was a werewolf. It's still odd. How should a dead body smell?]

Fake, or just wrong?

[notsheepish]

I mean, it didn't smell like it was made of plastic or something, but I didn't notice any of the smells that a person and their clothes are supposed to pick up throughout the day. The shampoo she used, what she had for lunch, any kind of smoke or perfume or animals she might have gotten close to. Nothing. Not even any sweat.

If the smell was all I had to go on, I'd say she didn't exist until she died.

[knifecollecting]

Nothing? [Even scientists in sterile environments had to smell like something.

This didn't make any sense.]

They'll figure it out.

[notsheepish]

I hope so.

[knifecollecting]

You'll call if you need anything?