Musings

[Locked to P. Rawlings]

Are we not speaking?

[On the way back to Bathos from this.]

[S.Preston.]

Never drinking agin

[E. Pride]

Saying sorry again

[And after this (it's a spree): B. Thorne.]

[Below.]

[Call made late Monday night, almost Tuesday morning.]

[Call to Rescue's cell]
Ring

[After The Fight with Eli. Evening.]

[B. Thorne.]

Thank you for staying this morning. I know it wasn't pleasant.

It's best if you stay away from Eli for a while. I know you like to taunt him but [...] not about this. Please.

[Call to S. Preston]

Ring.

[The email is sent the day he misses work, in the early afternoon, at which point she is a frazzled mess and has lost one of her shoes.]

Preston,

We missed you at work today. The tax team almost strung me up to sacrifice me to the gods of the IRS, but I found someone in legal and financial to help. I've also seen more the US Tax Code than I ever wanted to, and I think I may have stapled part of one of our copies to a lawyer's jacket, but I could be wrong. That whole stretch of time is a bit hazy.

Anyway, I hope you're just down with a cold and it's nothing serious. In this city, you can never tell. [...] And since you put the offer to me, if you need to talk about anything, I'm here.

Reina

[The evening after this. Probably coincides with the Arbor Day Party thing, perhaps before or during. Preston ditched work that day with no call. The Sparke Industries tax team did a dress rehearsal of their future ritual suicide because he wasn't answering his phones. The message is repeated in email, text, and post.]

I'm sorry.

[Public, posted anonymously with Rescue icon.]

I'm out. Find some other naive idiot to do your comm work.

[Call to A. Sparke.]

[Immediately after this.]

Ring.

[Work email to Reina.]

That... feeling you had earlier. I think it didn't just happen to you.

How're you holding up in this mess?

[a phone call, Tuesday, late afternoon, after the feelings]

Ring ring.

[if there's no answer, he'll leave a message]

[Locked to D Wallace]
Do we feel there is a person causing this?

[Locked to P Llamrei]
I believe this might sounds quite mad when you read it, but I felt I should let you know that I believe my cousin is being held in some sort of prison, alongside another man for the purpose of experimentation.

[Locked to B Thorne]
You bloody bastard. I refuse to like you, you realize? Even given this.

[Text to P Rawlings]
No photographs, love. You have my word.

Uh, hi. shit this is hard and i'm not even talking to you face to face

So I found out you're Rescue while doing some research. And I thought it'd probably be better to tell you that. Because I'll eventually let it out talking to you one day because I'll figure you that you know that I know and so if it's all controlled and stuff when I tell you, it'll be better than if it's like "Hi, so the Air Force is gunning me down again, Preston, can you Rescue me out of it."

And I'm Ratchet. Fair's fair, right? Please don't tell Mr. Sparke

[After this one and those previous. Typed into a newly opened text panel on the control laptop that he knows very well is not as secure as he was meant to believe. Preston is pretty pissed.]

I know you're watching.

[After this]

[Call to P Rawlings]
Ring

[OOC: Obviously, to those who already have their comms. If you're not sure if Thomas delivered, let me know.]

[Rescue's voice is urbane, British, and eternally calm. After a while it's easy to realize it's manufactured voice, because certain words are said in the same tone when they are repeated in a way natural voices can't replicate. Therefore he doesn't sound as nervous as he is.

The comm control obliviously laptop is activated somewhere in Bathos. So is his comm number.]

This is [ever so slight pause] Rescue. The network is online, and if you need me, I'm here.

[Silence.]

(after finding this)

[Anyone near Bathos 106 around 6pm may hear the sound of things breaking in the apartment before a door slamming and someone storming out loudly.]

[All about mid-afternoon.]

[E. Pride.]

[Ring, from Preston's personal cell phone.]

[B. Thorne.]

[Ring. After the call with Eli.]

[Mobile Emails to A. Sparke.]

[Several copies sent in succession to get his attention with the beeping.] Did the lab generators hold up in the blackout?

[Email to M. Main.]

Heard your good news. Congratulations. Hope you and the baby are well.

- P

[Call to the number Rescue gave him for contact]
Ring

[After this]
[Call to T Brandon]
Ring

[sent the morning after the blackout]

Hope you survived the Seattle Blackout of 2011.

[Landline call to P Rawlings, via the Sparke Industries telephone directory, during the blackout]
Ring

[after the disastrous meeting with Poe on Friday afternoon]

Ring.