Case #28: Voice

[19centconstable]

[George sounds pained. Very, very pained.]

I've tried the door to the CES from this side. I'm afraid it's not gone well.

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Re: [Private]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Mr. Dracula has kindly offered to escort me to a doctor.

Are you alright, Detective?

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[George. If you were NYPD you'd get an accomedation from Hoffman right now for bravery because being this calm...]

Fine.

[There is a pause. He was drinking. And now this.]

My warden disappeared along with the chick I liked and now I'm being stalked by one of those-

[There is a frown. He's being followed by a faceless thing. The communication pauses. There's static. Then the sound of someone running.]

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[In Canada in the 19th century, freaking out had not yet been invented.]

...Detective? Detective Hoffman?

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[There's a stumble noise and then a loud whack. It's followed by several more whacks. Then Hoffman switches to video. He's sweaty and his eyes are swimming in his head but he looks okay. He's half in-half out of his own room with a blood-stained piece of wood in his hands.

They bleed. and can be beaten. And yes, Hoffman just hit one in the head with his own medal of valor.]

...I'm okay.


Dracula there yet?

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

He is, but I think you ought to meet with us at Dr. Caesares' quarters as well. Safety in numbers.

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[Pause.]

...Why-Why would you think that?

[Is he sweating too much? Yep. He's hung over. and battling monsters.]

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Well, because it's true. It's easier to pick off one, or a few men than many. That's how armies work.

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[angry snap] I know that! What makes you think I don't know that! I-

[Hoffman breathes heavily for a moment before putting a hand on his bed and sitting down-except that when he does there's the faint outline of..something. Ghostly presence or what.

He stops.]

...You guys still there?

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[Inspector Brackenreid has made George immune to snapping.]

We are. Shall we expect you?

[He sounds hopeful. Do RSVP for haunted tea?]

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

I'll try to head to you.

[Hoffman breathes deep] I need to find a...a weapon first. Something to defend myself.


[Except then he decides that right there would be a good time to throw up. It takes a half a minute for that before he's back on his feet.]

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

...Were you just sick?

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

....no.

[more lies.]

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well. Good.

We'll see you shortly.

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

I will.

[except he'll be stupid and swing by his room and then come back later a heerooo for a second.]