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]

[Oh, she's spoken to Rachel actually. That much she's aware of.]

Fine. Explain later, listen now. Because there's more. The body doesn't... smell like it should.

That's one of my powers. Super-smell. And it's telling me that this person didn't eat anything today. Maybe not in the last week. She also hasn't used perfume or soap or shampoo in days, if she ever has. She didn't have to, because as far as I can tell, she doesn't sweat.

I'm not saying I'm perfect at this or sure of anything really, but there's definitely something off about this whole situation.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah bites her lip, thinking. It's definitely weird, but it doesn't mean this isn't a clone thing. She doesn't put it past DYAD, or neolution, or whoever the hell is in charge of the project this week, to keep a clone without food for a while, or without perfume or soap or shampoo. The sweat thing... well, Ruby's not perfect, she just said it herself. ]

Anything else?

[notsheepish]

...just that you should be prepared when you see her.

[Jesus, does she really have to say this out loud? It sounds like she's pulling teeth to get the words out.]

Her eyes are missing.

[coppelganger]

Shit.

[ She puts a hand over her own eyes, just for a second, and then looks down at the comm again. ]

I'm heading for the Porter now. Text me the cross street you're closest to, yeah? I'll be there soon.

[notsheepish]

Yeah. I'll... I don't know. I'll try again to pick up the scent of whoever left her there. I might be able to follow it or something.

[coppelganger]

Right. Okay. I'll... talk to you soon.

[ With that, she hangs up. ]

[notsheepish]

[And Ruby does exactly as she said she would, sniffing around as she waits for everyone to arrive.]