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[It's been a while since Allen used the phone, in fact this may be the first time he's gotten around to making a call himself, but it seems an apt enough time and an apt enough reason. He clears his throat briefly and then speaks in his soft, somewhat tentative English accent.]Professor Watney has offered to go with me to the local police station ( Read more... )

[This call comes a little after the meeting has ended, with enough time that you might have had a quick snack or made it to your room to lounge around and relax. Her voice is amiable and warm, almost cloying.]That was an interesting meeting, wasn't it? Suppose it was a little much, hoping for a vacation. I've only been here two days, but that's ( Read more... )

[After a long day and even longer night in this place, and nothing to indicate that there would be any sudden return trips to No.6, Nezumi had sent the old phone in his room several scathing glares before finally picking it up. The technology was too old to have anything like voice printing or tracing technology, and yet he was still loathe to use ( Read more... )

[The housekeeper doesn't usually bring the day's newspaper with her. Maybe she's turning over a new leaf. Maybe it's just a fluke or an accident. But for whatever reason the paper turns up on the kitchen table around mid-morning. It looks like it's been thumbed through once already. Now it's here for whomever might want to read it ( Read more... )

Hello, everyone. This is Becker speaking. A week ago there were only a few of us here, and now our numbers have risen; hopefully, that's for the best ( Read more... )

Um, hey. Is this thing on? Can I start? Alright, er, so some of ya might not know me all that well but my name is Private Preston Marlowe. And I was wondering what everyone knows about this town we're stuck in.

Also does anyone else get the feeling that something...not exactly right is going on here?

Excuse me?

[The young woman sounds pretty confused, and is speaking a little too loud, as if unsure that anyone can hear her.]

Everyone can be reached this way, right? So I thought perhaps maybe... I should introduce myself?

[Except that almost everything she would normally say about herself is pointless in this world, where her status means ( Read more... )

[It sounds like Daisya is more examining the phone than anything else- it looks pretty normal to him, but still, inquiring minds want to know. so he pokes at it a bit, then speaks.]

Hello? ... anyone there? [He sounds kind of hopeful- and maybe a little wistful.] Komui, maybe? Reever? Anyone...?

[someone's homesick. ... well, and playing with the ( Read more... )

[At around 1pm Elias and Taylor can be found in the drawing room, along with an older gentleman with iron gray hair, a hawkish nose, and wire-rimmed spectacles. He is smoking a pipe which he seems to be in the habit of tapping nervously against the palm of his hand ( Read more... )