[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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text;

[fronds]

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video;

[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.

[text]

[realslimstrider]

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

[ 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

[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?

[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?

voice;

[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.

( 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;

[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?

[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?

[logicals]

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

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. ]

voice;

[coffeeking]

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

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

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]

[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...]

[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.

voice;

[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?

[dirtyword]

another body?