Case File #1 - Recording...

[eidetic_graham]

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voice;

[topslug]

Rotting-- [ Her breath catches sharply, and when she speaks, it's with a sense of urgency. ]

Sir, is the decay spreading into the room from the door? [ If he's not in a place that's adequately Darkness-proofed... ]

voice;

[eidetic_graham]

H-aH!

[Clatter! Goes the sound of the tape-recorder flying out of his hands; having flung it like a white-hot stone to the other side of the room.]

What the.. wh.. who's voice is that?

[Not exactly asking her personally.. No, he couldn't remember ever recording someone-else, let alone letting someone borrow it to do so. A shallow breath follows.. he really needed to stop talking to himself.]

voice;

[topslug]

[ She winces at the noise, pulling her ear away from the receiver. ] My name is Yako-- Yako Katsuragi. Are you all right?

voice;

[eidetic_graham]

[Suddenly the first piece of furniture he can grab--table..bed--counter--chair! is placed between him and the clearly haunted device.

Great. Now his recorder was talking to him.

Check 1: talking to self.

Check 2: inanimate objects talking.

Taking a minute to equate just how crazy he was now, stalled him from playing into his insanity and... talking back.]

I'm... not OK.

[First step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.]

[Reaction];

[eats_the_rude]

[My, my. How the scars that remind us...that the past is real. That particular voice struck a chord in him..Old. Familiar. A specter of the past. This was confirmation indeed that Mason was not behind this little stunt.

He'd have to keep an eye on this one. It would be a poor choice to let himself be discovered quite so soon. Not when...More pressing matters were concerning him. A small 'click' and the Doctor smiled. It was proving to a most interesting day.]

[eidetic_graham]

[Even the slightest inclination that his personal walking nightmare was here in flesh and blood, would have very well sent him into the frothing state of catatonia. The outside, which looked as if it took place in any strange horror flick or a bad case of sleep paralysis, starkly paled in comparison to the true heart-rending fear that Doctor Lecter could effortlessly inspire.

Graham would have been thankful, if he knew, that all he would hear was that foreboding tick of the tape-recorder skipping it's reel.

He would hope that's all he would ever hear in regards to him.]

[video]

[axemeaquestion]

Uh... sir? You okay?

Audio;

[eidetic_graham]

[Spoken rather knee-jerkly.]

You don't have to call me sir--

[Wait.]

... How many people are hearing this?

Video forever and ever until we die;

[axemeaquestion]

[Rochelle didn't respond much to the knee-jerk of his response. She was used to people like that in the first place.]

Uhh. You're broadcasting to the network. Smile?

Audio forever cause.. even though he can transmit, his outdated NV cant see shit cap'n ;~;

[eidetic_graham]

[He would but... he's a tad camera-shy.]

... Oh.

[As if it all made perfect sense.]

Sorry, I.. I thought I was talking to my tape-recorder.

[video; private] GHSJKGS GDIT ROCHELLE /EDITS

[tom_hanniger]

[Ooh boy has Tom been in your shoes. Against his better judgement he flips the video function on when replying, figuring random voices coming from phones or whatever are slightly less terrifying when you can see who's making them.]

Hey, buddy...calm down. [He rubs his temple. The first question would be to ask if he's alright, but the answer is pretty obvious.]

Are you hurt?

[Audio; private]

[eidetic_graham]

[So his tape-recorder was now a two-way radio-transmitter... It takes him a while to process. Between the warnings, the screeching outside, the multiple voices talking to him through what seems the impossible, and his pacing trenches through it all, his shaken soft-spoken response is understandably belated.]

Just my head.

[It was the worst hangover of his life.]

[Audio; private]

[tom_hanniger]

[It's pretty par for the course all things considered. He's been in the city for six months and is barely sure he isn't sleeping. Or dead. This shit just doesn't happen in real life.

There's a little grunt of agreement, but what do you say to that? I feel ya bro?]

For what its worth, it gets better.

[Audio; private]

[eidetic_graham]

Does it?

[There was a grating in his voice, like he had screamed in hysterics and tore the insides.]

Do you just start believing in all this half-baked shit?

[video]

[controllingluck]

[Head tilted she's frowning, trying to figure him out. He sounds new and--]

Those sirens are the warning for night arriving. If your location is safe, please don't go outside.

[Audio]

[eidetic_graham]

[All these pleas... Just what kind of town did he wake up in? By this time he's convinced himself it's alright to talk to who-ever's picked up his signal... At least.. they all seemed to just want to help.]

What is it? What the Hell is out there?

[video]

[controllingluck]

[You woke up in a form of hell sir...]

This place is very different then a normal location. After the sirens go off the world changes for the worst. There are creatures out there, sir. If your room is safe then you should stay inside. If you're in the apartments it's safe to wander around the building. You can look out to see what I mean, but do be careful.

[a pause, she's in full greeter mode] You're in Siren's Port... Canada. Are you hurt?

Re: [video]

[eidetic_graham]

[95% of that went over his head, but the last bit had him at a stand-still from his incessant pacing about the small flat.]

C..Canada? I'm in Canada?

[Oh God, how long was he out? Was he drugged? Shanghaied? Who would even want to--

He didn't want to think that last part, because he knew the answer. And it scared him shitless, far more-so than the shrieking beasts outside. His voice is quiet, as if he's trying with all his might not to sound like a timorous wreck.]

Ma'am.. why am I here?