[voice] dated to late wednesday "evening" - eridan's guide to finding dead bodies

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[this is surprise.]
Oh.

[this is distress.]
I - I... uh - fuck -

[this is panic.]
I need - fuckin' son of a bitch I need, um, someone here, right noww, the pool - [there's a little gasping breath, followed by a more sincere attempt at deep breathing. eridan doesn't even try to sound Okay at all.] Someone's in...

[and finally, the verbal shoulder-slump of defeat.]
Someone's drowwned in the pool.

[this is not what he wants to be doing right now at all, in the slightest, he was just supposed to look around real fast, just a quick look before he kept wandering, there wasn't supposed to be anything wrong.] I need John Wwatson. 001, uh, just the 001. An', uh. Shit. [there's the sound of frustrated typing for a minute, then,] 002-215. That one. I need both'a you to... Talk to me.

Someone else come help me. He's definitely...

[there's a long pause here, almost a minute, and then:] He's been here for a wwhile. There's nothin' else to do.


[002-215, Neal Caffrey and 001-197, John Watson are getting a notification every minute for this post until they respond.]

((OOC: way to brutalize the /small tag, whoops. anyway all responses voice, it is completely likely that anyone who knew Sherlock will get a pretty clear idea of who Eridan's referring to with such a dramatic call-out to Neal and Watson. uuuhh other than that yep that's it Sherlock's dead guys.))

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[puppydogeyes]

[She can't do something like this on her own, will need some more bodies on it, but he sounds pretty distressed and she can only move so fast.]

Hey, try to keep the scene locked down, okay? I'm on my way.

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[distantly,] Yeah.

Yeah, a'course.

Nobody's comin' in here unless I say so.

voice;

[goldshirt]

You need enough people to keep the scene to keep people out until medical arrives.

[it sounds like Jim is running and his voice is clipped, but despite all this they still won't beat Watson.]

Whether he's dead or not, we don't need people gawking at this.

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[realslimstrider]

who is it
and dude breathe
do you need someone to hang with you till who youre calling for arrive

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some stupid fuckin moron
i am breathin
im not completely fuckin outta it right noww ivve seen dead bodies before i just
didnt expect this






maybe

[ Voice/ Private 30% ]

[theblogger]

[ Shit. Drowned in the pool? A murder? And accident? It's a grim start to the month, that's for certain. That's all he's thinking as he listens to the message in medbay. He's not planning to go, since there are usually plenty of volunteers to go and fetch the body. The Sherlocks will want to have a look, though, so maybe he should...

John Watson - just the 001. Well, it's only him and 007 now. But why him? And then, there's 002 215. It takes John a moment to realize who that is, but when he does...

The next breath brings in a rush of what feels like sparks. A normal person would twitch or shake at the sudden rush of adrenaline, those pins and needles of dread. But his voice over the communicator is level and curt in a way that sounds officious. ]

This is John Watson.

[ He's not going to ask. He can't. It's several seconds before he can move, but then he's leaving behind everything but his communicator in the medbay, striding quickly out into the hall toward the elevator.

His mind is silent for thoughts, those things frozen back, but there are certainly feelings, and those nattering, scratching emotions translate quite simply to: no, god no, it's not, it's not. ]

[ Voice/ Private 30% ]

[uncodlyawwesome]

[This is not a conversation Eridan wants to have.

But, nonetheless, it's a conversation he's going to get through, because he's the one who started it and he isn't going to back down from a stupid final sort of challenge from that stupid Holmes asshole.

He doesn't bother trying to make his voice any less... sad, really, but in a distant way, like an oncoming train way down the tracks, so far away nobody knows it's there yet.]

I'm sorry. [Which feels like a fucking cop out, one to end all cop outs, because is he seriously sorry? No. He's not sorry for John's loss, or anything like that. It's just what you say, he thinks.] It's... it's him, I...

[Fuck. He can't do this. Damn it. He doesn't know how to tell someone their fucking moirail is dead, this isn't his job.]

Voice

[walksonrooftops]

[Okay, this is far too much murder and death for him to be able to stand anymore.]

Eridan. Who is it?

And, do you know who did this?

Voice

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No one did - [there's a microscopic pause there, just a little hesitation, and then,] That kind'a questionin' isn't important right noww. It wwas one'a the Sherlocks. The really fuckin' dumb one, wwho showwed up the same time wwe did.

[saidhe]

[ Oh. Well, that's the final problem, isn't it? One that Sherlock hadn't quite gotten to solving. Because it's really, really not difficult to determine who exactly's in the pool right now. It makes him a little sick, if he's honest, which he rarely is. Between fake deaths and here and back, he's not entirely sure he's put two and two together of what would happen if he actually did die. ]

[ And here they thought it'd be an uneventful month. ]

am i more likely to achieve entrance via being the concerned citizen or the detective, i wonder?

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neither because thats a dick fuckin question to ask

[Eridan has no energy to play the whole "outraged teenager" card right now, but hell if he isn't gonna fake it.]

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[invalided]

[ Not quite the John Eridan's looking for, but it'd be a poor job for him not to answer, all things considered. ]

Have y- [ Hm, no, maybe don't start there. Maybe this is like riding a bike. ] All right. All right. Don't let anyone touch him until you've got a doctor there.

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I'm the only one wwho's gonna touch him in this pool right noww. There's - not much a doctor's gonna be able to do, though. Other than confirm wwhat's already obvvious.

( voice )

[raffish]

Shit, are you serious? What the fuck, who jumps in the pool and drowns? Didn't they know how to swim or some shit?

( voice )

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He probably kneww howw, he wwas a fuckin' knoww-it-all.

voice;

[soothing]

Eridan?

[ A body. She can't help with that, she can't, and she's not sure she can help him. But she has to try. ]

Take some deep breaths, okay?

voice;

[uncodlyawwesome]

[He does the opposite of deep breathing, which in this case is to sigh heavily.]

Evveryone's gotta stop actin' like I don't knoww to breathe.

[statsraaden]

[What. No. Another one dead?

What.

And... calling a doctor is logical, but why call John specifically, and Neal Caffrey? if... oh no.]

It's Sherlock?

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For fuck's sake.

Yes.

[logicals]

If anyone has any right to be there, it's me.
SH

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[goldshirt]

Get down there as soon as you can. I don't think he would trust anyone but himself with this case.

voice

[became]

[ neal's first thought is a vaguely irritated 'who the hell is pinging me, and how do i make them quit it'.

then he sees the post, and everything snaps into sharp focus, quick and hard like a heel to the chest, knocking the wind out of him. ]

...Sherlock?

[ that... wasn't what he meant to say. ]

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[Oh damn it. Watson was bad enough, but this...]

Uh. ...yeah.

voice;

[coffeeking]

What? [Something cold and heavy settles in Ianto's stomach.]

Eridan, who-- [He swallows.] Who is it?

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I do not need you right noww, Jones.

[It's an instinctual reaction, especially given the fact that he's waist-deep in the swimming pool now, but he manages to press on quickly enough that it hopefully won't matter.]

Sherlock.

permavid.

[culver]

[nill had never gone swimming, but she knew what drowning was. bishop had told her a little bit about it because of one or another story in the bible. but she'd never heard of it actually happening to someone. mostly because there wasn't really any water to drown in back home. but this person--this boy--had found a body and from the way it sounded, it was the first he'd seen. she assumed as much, at least. and while nill was a stranger to drowning, she was well acquainted with death in general. after the initial shock, her expression turns to sympathy. it must have been horrid to see, and she was glad that he hadn't put on the video.]

[voice]

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Don't look so fuckin' shocked, people drowwn all the time.

[he's aiming for flippancy, but it comes out maybe more hostile than that.]

[voice]

[51stcentury]

[Shit, shit, shit. Everything about this situation is wrong. The fact that Eridan found him is even more wrong. The kid's been through enough already, and now...]

You said he's been there for a while. How long of a while are we talking here? [He really hopes that he hasn't been there for too long and no one's noticed...]

[voice]

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[Vaguely, like he's trying to be very impressively clinical and on top of this, and not a thirteen-year-old who just found a body in the pool,] Hard t'say, a couple'a hours probably. Could be upwwards'a that, but I don't think wwe wwould'a missed him that long.

[jilt]

[ it's...hard to process. this sherlock wasn't hers, was different in a thousand infurating ways but.

but.

and now he was dead. her first, terrible thought is of moriarty and poisons but this wasn't how he did things, was it? ]

Take a breath, dear. You'll manage the better for it if you can steady yourself.

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I'm fuckin' breathin', for cryin' out loud. [he starts off like he's actually angry, but it dissipates pretty quick as he remembers that it's one of those things. people just say it. it's not meant to be anything.] I'm fine noww.

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[sharp]

[ wow. she really, really doesn't like the sound of that. calling for john watson and all the cut off sentences. 'he's definitely' not dead. right?

she might not be familiar with this particular sherlock (third or fourth, what did it matter?). amy has a bleeding heart and she's still going to care. she tries not to let that get the better of her, however. she just wants to make sure someone's doing something. ]

Did somebody come? Is John there?

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[Eridan has no idea how to explain exactly what's going on, but thankfully he's got a simple enough answer to the surface-based questions.]

Yes. To both'a those.

[dirtyword]

another body?

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yeah