Escape 028
[Accidental Voice Post]
--found these this morning, in the front room.
[There is the faint, yet sudden sound of a heavy metal instrumental solo near the microphone, followed by a sharp click! and silence as the Walkman shuts off. A moment later, there is a rustle of paper.]
It seems you've acquired a half-dozen secret admirers. Congratulations. Does this mean you'll be occupying the shower for the foreseeable future?
Actually, uh, I think they're for you. But that's not the point! Rudy, they were all over the living room! Someone broke in and left these!
[A pause.]
...Our security was breached?
Huh? Yeah, all your tripwires and stuff were still there.
Interesting. Then it seems we're dealing with a professional.
A psycho professional! We need to call somebody! This is evidence! We need the--okay, well, maybe not the police but--an adult or something! There might be fingerprints! Your life could be in danger!
Or your life, for that matter. The notes do not appear to be addressed.
Okay, but somebody's life is in danger!
Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be Anthony's life in danger, instead.
The point is, we need to tell somebody! Does 911 even work around here?
[There is a faint creaking sound, like that of a body shifting position on a mattress, and abruptly, the feed ends.]
[OOC: Because nothing says "Be mine" like breaking into the house of the object of your affections! So Mindy is pursuing Rudy, but because the notes weren't addressed to any specific person, there is still some confusion among the residents of the apartment as to who the stalker actually belongs to. For the moment, anyway. :D
Green text is Mike, teal is Rudy.]
--found these this morning, in the front room.
[There is the faint, yet sudden sound of a heavy metal instrumental solo near the microphone, followed by a sharp click! and silence as the Walkman shuts off. A moment later, there is a rustle of paper.]
It seems you've acquired a half-dozen secret admirers. Congratulations. Does this mean you'll be occupying the shower for the foreseeable future?
Actually, uh, I think they're for you. But that's not the point! Rudy, they were all over the living room! Someone broke in and left these!
[A pause.]
...Our security was breached?
Huh? Yeah, all your tripwires and stuff were still there.
Interesting. Then it seems we're dealing with a professional.
A psycho professional! We need to call somebody! This is evidence! We need the--okay, well, maybe not the police but--an adult or something! There might be fingerprints! Your life could be in danger!
Or your life, for that matter. The notes do not appear to be addressed.
Okay, but somebody's life is in danger!
Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be Anthony's life in danger, instead.
The point is, we need to tell somebody! Does 911 even work around here?
[There is a faint creaking sound, like that of a body shifting position on a mattress, and abruptly, the feed ends.]
[OOC: Because nothing says "Be mine" like breaking into the house of the object of your affections! So Mindy is pursuing Rudy, but because the notes weren't addressed to any specific person, there is still some confusion among the residents of the apartment as to who the stalker actually belongs to. For the moment, anyway. :D
Green text is Mike, teal is Rudy.]