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[ataraxites]

[ A quiet, muffled crackle of static, and the sound of fabric shifting. There's an inhalation of breath, and then a voice, words hushed and dry, the air of speech long ongoing. ] —een thinking. What if we [ . . . ] stuck? In between —olds. The ship was too large, or we sna— on something— I know, I know they say there's —ing on the other side, but there's no such thi— as nothing. N—e abhors a vacuum. [ A pause, and silence. In the background some faint sounds are discernable: a steady thumping, distant but heavy, broken sporadically by a groaning of metal resisting force. When he speaks again, it's in reply, evident the transmission is missing one half of the conversation. ] You're not —ust security. None of us are just anyth—. You think those —ists were just scientists? [ A beat, and a sudden laugh, short and ragged. ] Oh, what's —gher going to do —out it now? Put [ . . . ] in the brig? Well send him —own to get me, it's probably —er in ther— [ A heavy crackle of static, and then silence, only breathing and the same sounds in the distance. Quietly, he starts speaking again, subdued. ] My sis— was just a nurse. —ly joined up for me, because I told her this [ . . . ] the most important event in —one's lifetime. I told her and— [ A break, a harsh exhale. ] she's —ly dead, somewhere. No one's ever going to know what happened here. [ Silence again, for a long moment. When he speaks again, there's alarm in his voice. ] Are you st—l there?

Comments

[trusted]

[Well, worth a shot.]

I'm here. Your sister was a nurse?

private audio; 0% encryption (ooc: stg I had the idea before charlotte's log)

[dogbane]

[Whether from hesitation or distraction-- it takes William a moment to slide in, cloyed with static.]

I th̸̹̰̭̮͕̰̳̻̰̤̗̭̋ͪ̾̐̃͑͛̍͌̔̑́ͣͭ͊̀̕ink his name's Tomas ▒▒

You might want to use it, if you're givi̡͙̍̄͒͟n̷̂̋ͫ͛ͮ͑ͬ̚҉̝̳g it a go.

Charlotte's bruv. She m̖͎͈̝̈́̍̋́̄̽̕͠u̺̰̥͙̰͔̐ͯ̓̐̔͆͟͠ͅst not be checking her comms.

[ataraxites]

[ It's a long burst of low static noise before a sound becomes distinguishable: distorted, an echo of Bucky's voice stretched long. ]

I'm here.

[ It continues to stretch, a continuous sound increasing in pitch until there's nothing but a high, painfully piercing tone issuing from the speakers. Then the feed abruptly cuts. ]

[skjalf]

( what the ever-loving heck? )

There is a chance your sister might not be dead, sir. If a body has not been found, then there is yet hope for her. Have you sent out a search party to locate her?

( the rest is clearly only one half of a conversation, and without context most of it makes little sense. except for a bit: )

I am here. You are not alone. Are you confined to the brig?

[ataraxites]

[ The speakers only fizz with white noise for a moment, until a low murmuring sound begins to increase in volume underneath it, eventually recognizable as Elizabeth's voice. Only a brief cut of words are distinguishable: ]

—not alone.

[ The volume continues to increase, the white noise becoming an unbearable audio onslaught. Then the feed cuts completely. ]