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The Twenty-second Death: Meet the Inner Babysitter
[Radio broadcast over Garretstown]
[When she speaks, her voice is, in fact, the Voice. Odd resonances, all that.]
You naughty children. Look at this mess you've made. And no, it isn't funny. Just think about how much trouble you're going to be in when it comes time to clean it up ( Read more... ) -
The twenty-first death: Politics, birthdays, and, above all, artists
[voice | accidental | public]
[It's Susan's frequency, but it seems the journal has been turned on by accident, as there's the rustling of papers and the thunk of the journal being set down again; the chink of a teacup in a saucer... and then a weary sigh.]
How pointless...
Politics, a town of ghosts and monsters, Long Night... And now this... ( Read more... ) -
The Twentieth Death: I see dead people. No, it's a family thing.
But what are you all doing here? There shouldn't be any of you at all here, let alone this many!
[She pauses, listens to an answer the microphone can't pick up] That's simple ridiculous.
[Another pause--like listening to one side of a conversation.] Yes, well I'm afraid that even if it is true, you simply cannot hang around here. ...No, I mean it ( Read more... ) -
The Fifteenth Death: Power Surges
[public - accidental voice]
[There's a clatter as a few books and papers fall to the floor along with the journal. The power surge, as it were, caught Susan by surprise, and she stumbled and caught herself on her desk, her balance being severely out-of-whack due to a magic/spirit-power-induced headache. Fun times.Ohhh, whoever is doing that ( Read more... ) -
The seventh Death: Gone up the ventilation shaft
[Filtered to the Victoria II - Voice - Unhackable]
Captain--or whoever is in a position to do something, I suppose. The spiders seem to be using the ventilation system to get around--
*clatter of a metal grating*
*the retreating sound of metal legs on metal*
...Or maybe something more?
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The Sixth Death: Death by chocolate
[filtered to the Victoria II - Voice]
What's all this nonsense about mechanical robot spi--
[metallic clicking]
Oh.
[more clicking, the creak of a door]
No! Not the chocolates you damn thi-
Stop!
STOP.
[the clicking stops abruptly]
...There had better be a good explanation for this...
[ooc: A note about the Voice and voice posts: upon ( Read more... ) -
The second death: Eaten by zombies
[private -- hard to hack - voice]
Hordes of dead people.
What's grandfather done now?
Hmph. Well I suppose I should try and help. *sigh* I thought I was done with this after last Hogswatch....