[Voice / Public] - also, lookie, lookie, new icons! =D TY, Moria!!!
((ooc: backdated cuz mun forgot she hadn't done this yet augh to the same time as everyone else was first discovering the destruction))
[The journal's been on for a bit, actually, by the time there's any sound. Whatever body is picking though the rubble is moving very quietly . . . or maybe is just that small that it's not making much noise. A few seconds later, Harlequin's voice can be heard, soft with dread.]
Oh, please . . . oh, please, no . . .
[There's a soft choke as he apparently has his fears confirmed.]
N-no . . . no . . . all my books, the picture Mr. Sai gave me, all my . . . my furniture . . . everything! All my gifts . . . r-ruined. Even the instruments I bought to play for Miss Jean . . .
[a bit more rummaging]
. . . the pocket watch Mr. Connor gave me. M-maybe . . . maybe I I can fix it . . .
Oh! My journal . . . and you're already on. Have you been recording this whole time?
[Filtered to the Convoy]
Um . . . t-this is Harlequin checking in. I'm one of the cabin boys for the ship. As everyone's heard by now, I'm sure, we've had . . . ah, a-an incident. I don't know if there's much I can do to help, but please let me know if there is!
Mr. Pip, if you think it'd help, I found my spelunking pack and it's largely undamaged - I just need a new flashlight - so I can check around the crawlspaces and ventilation shafts to see what internal damage there might be that way . . . if you think it'd help . . .
[The journal's been on for a bit, actually, by the time there's any sound. Whatever body is picking though the rubble is moving very quietly . . . or maybe is just that small that it's not making much noise. A few seconds later, Harlequin's voice can be heard, soft with dread.]
Oh, please . . . oh, please, no . . .
[There's a soft choke as he apparently has his fears confirmed.]
N-no . . . no . . . all my books, the picture Mr. Sai gave me, all my . . . my furniture . . . everything! All my gifts . . . r-ruined. Even the instruments I bought to play for Miss Jean . . .
[a bit more rummaging]
. . . the pocket watch Mr. Connor gave me. M-maybe . . . maybe I I can fix it . . .
Oh! My journal . . . and you're already on. Have you been recording this whole time?
[Filtered to the Convoy]
Um . . . t-this is Harlequin checking in. I'm one of the cabin boys for the ship. As everyone's heard by now, I'm sure, we've had . . . ah, a-an incident. I don't know if there's much I can do to help, but please let me know if there is!
Mr. Pip, if you think it'd help, I found my spelunking pack and it's largely undamaged - I just need a new flashlight - so I can check around the crawlspaces and ventilation shafts to see what internal damage there might be that way . . . if you think it'd help . . .