[The device begins to record when something hits it with a CRASH.]

--chouli!

[CRASH. That sounded like a bookshelf this time. Being knocked over, if the sound of many small things (i.e. books) falling is any indication. Further sounds are a bit muffled--but the clatter and rushing sound of her wings passes overhead several times.]

Patchouli! ( Read more... )

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...is it Chinese New Years, today, or is it 'Valentines', or both? Or...neither?

...I miss Meiling.

Patchouli, I think I'm getting thirsty again.

[There is a little whisper of uncertainty in her voice, but not much else.]

[The transmission begins, initially, to nothing. It times out...reinitializes, and ends again with no immediate input.

Then, on the third attempt--a voice. Flandre's voice. Small, quiet--flat, monotone. The kind of voice that immediately precedes a fit of panic.]

...Cirno is dead.

--re you?

[The transmission begins this time after Flandre has started speaking. She sounds...suspicious, and more than a little alarmed.]

This is... the hospital? Did I die again?

Are you a dead person? You sound familiar. I've never talked to a dead person before, though.

Ah, Miss Scarlet, correct --

[Flandre doesn't seem to be paying ( Read more... )