[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.))

Comments

[voice]

[uncodlyawwesome]

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.]

[culver]

[her lips press together just a bit and a crease forms between her brows. did people drown all the time here? she wouldn't have known. death was an everyday occurrence in the below, for sure, but that didn't make it easier to deal with. her fingers find the small keyboard and she manages a word:]

okay ?

[uncodlyawwesome]

[Ugh. Another mute. Eridan's only had to deal with one person like that, who turned out to be faking it, so this is not the easiest conversation he's going to have.]

Okay wwhat? Him? No, he's not fuckin' okay, he's dead. Me? Fuckin' fine. You? Yeah, you're probably fuckin' safe.

[culver]

[conversations with nill are never really easy. good thing she has basically an infinite amount of patience to draw upon. she waits until he's finished, and then:]

who was he ?

[uncodlyawwesome]

Just - a stupid moron. One'a the Holmeses.

[culver]

[that name means nothing to her. she can't be as upset as these other people, who clearly knew him and cared that he was dead. not that she was apathetic at all--she just cares more about the fact that this boy is hurting and trying to hide it with anger. it never ends well.]

sorry he died