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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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Slightly Backdated to Nov 5th

[pharadyne]

[ From here ]

Mr. Eiffel, is Neal with you and if he isn't with you have you heard from him recently, and by recently I mean within the last day or so?

Re: Slightly Backdated to Nov 5th

[littletonoidea]

...wait, you haven't? He said he was going to dinner at yours. I just figured you guys were- well, you know.

[Fuck:] A whole day?

[pharadyne]

Sadly, we weren't. He never showed up. I thought maybe an emergency had come up, or he was busy, or didn't want to talk to me for some inconceivable reason.

Maybe he fell into stasis, but in the art gazebo and no one's noticed because he's...behind a giant painting or something like that. [Norton is grasping at straws but he will cling to these straws of hope as long as he can.] Or maybe the greenhouse.

[littletonoidea]

[That gets a very worried silence. Neal isn't late, and he's definitely not a no-show.]

...gimme a sec.

[He leaves the line open as he grabs his walkie talkie, and Norton will hear him changing the channel and clicking it on with two short chirps of static.]

This is Blockbuster Actual, calling Metropolitan. Metro, do you copy?

[The dead air is... not good.]

I say again - Metropolitan, do. You. Copy?

[pharadyne]

[Norton waits in restless silence for only a little while until he calls out through the communicator, hoping it would be heard through the walkie talkie too.]

Neal, if you're there, please pick up the phone...radio...thing.

[littletonoidea]

[He's glad Norton can't see his face right now. Because he is distressed.]

He's not. Neal doesn't make me call twice.

[The radio chirps off, but Eiffel's not quite far enough to hide the way he takes a deep breath before he addresses Norton again.]

Where've you already looked so far?

[pharadyne]

General troll around the ship, to make sure it wasn't just that he was...[trying to avoid Norton]...caught in a project and left his communicator somewhere. Had a look in all the public areas, but haven't had time to search deeper than that. Dimensionally transcendental space is bloody inconvenient in moments like this.

[littletonoidea]

Where are you at now? I'll come meet you, we can cover more ground.

[And it's a distinct change in tone for Eiffel, from happy-go-lucky to tense and focused, but fuck he's worried.]

We're gonna find him, Norton.

[pharadyne]

Of course we will! [Norton says with a manic edge to his voice.] The ship's not that big, dimensionally transcendental or not, and he's got to be on it because...the door!

I'm in the hallway, deck three. Malcolm's here, too.

[littletonoidea]

[Eiffel hears that light crack of sanity in Norton's voice and makes the executive decision not to mention that sometimes people vanish from the ship with their doors still intact.]

Copy that. I'll be there in half a minute.