Damnit.

Household, speak up.

Fuck's sake, Raimus, don't do this to me. Not now.

((OOC: Strikes hackable, stressed out Jojo fails at coding.))

[The PCD is switched on by a bird landing on it. It's lying on some surface in the living room of Murrue's house and gives a nice view of the room ( Read more... )

[Jotaro is sitting by the kitchen table, on which the seashells are lined up neatly. He's got a particular one in hand, staring at it with an unreadable expression. After a moment he sets it aside and looks at the PCD.]

Murrue's gone. Her PCD's dropped off the network.

[Briefly he falls silent, then picks up the PCD and turns away from the table ( Read more... )