[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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Yeah. [Eridan completely gets that sentiment, even if it might be for different reasons.]

I can, uh. Help you out a bit wwith the general idea'a the situation. But I'm not... Gonna be able to do much else. Sorry. [Not really, he's freaking out over here ok.]

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[puppydogeyes]

[Taylor isn't always the best with people, isn't the best with words, but she can tell he's shaken. Sometimes trying to distract, focus on a task helped, but when the task here was what had him freaking out-- she needed to get people in to relieve him.]

Give me what you can, don't worry about the rest. We'll handle it, alright?

[She means the rest of security, views them as a team, hopes he might take some strength from that.]

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[Eridan finally switches on the video, but it's not him who he's focused it on. Instead, he's got himself half-in the pool, focused on the body - which he hasn't touched. He wades closer without any effort - even if the pool might be deep.]

I havven't. Touched him, or anythin'. Gross as fuck, drowwnin' is one'a the wworst wways t'go. You can kinda tell, though - he's been in here for a wwhile. Definitely not like, days an' days, or anythin', but - yeah. Didn't need to get too close to tell that, but if you wwant, I'll. Fuckin', pull him up to the edge, get him on land or somethin' at least. Gonna needa do it either wway, an' a guy floatin' in a body'a wwater isn't gonna stay in the place he drowwned, so his position... Wwell, it's not gonna matter.

[He turns the camera to the rest of the pool area.] Looks like maybe a fuckin' fight or somethin' happened, though.

[What's clear is that Tyke was right. Giving him something else to focus on is going to keep him out of trouble for at least a little while longer.]

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[puppydogeyes]

[It wasn't precisely what she was expecting, but she's partly glad for it - this way there's a recording of the scene, as untouched as possible.]

Right. If you're sure you can, drag him out. [She'd think keeping him away from the body would be better, with how he'd reacted earlier, but his justifications for doing it make her think otherwise - and how doing something seemed to have him steadier.] The opposite side from where the fight happened.

[Of course there'd been a fight. Sherlock couldn't just disappear home like everyone else, now could he.]

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Yeah, I can. He's not fuckin' heavvy. [Eridan doesn't necessarily sound... well, better, but focusing on a task is better than focusing on the fact that the stupid asshole who gave him peroxide for his hair and was dumb and a huge dick, constantly - it's better than focusing on him being dead for right now.

Besides, he's not squeamish about drownings, really. They happened all the time back home. This is nothing. Just... more personal.

And someone's giving him an order, anyway, and of course he's going to follow it. Still, though...] I should'a taken him out wwhen I saww him, but - it's not hard to see that it wwouldn't havve helped any if I'd dragged the fuckin' pool an hour ago or fivve minutes ago.

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The whole thing's fucked up. You did good calling for people.

[Really, she trusts his assessment that Sherlock was long gone - even she can see from the state of the body on video. But the fact remains he had been (still was) pretty distressed, and that could mean some basic things or common sense just went flying out the window.]

Just get him out of the water now. Anyone tries to give you shit on it, send them to me.

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Yeah. [There's a moment of him swinging his communicator around, part of his face visible before he switches it to voice again.] Okay. Be out wwhen you get here.