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

[uncodlyawwesome]

[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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[uncodlyawwesome]

[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.

voice;

[sharp]

[ she sighs. that's a relief at least. if john's there, then they shouldn't have too much to worry about. except maybe the other sherlocks. still, it doesn't help or change the situation. she hates being useless. ]

Good. [ not really, but. ] Are you okay? Were you by yourself when you found him?