veintedos: g'night, barge.

[iam_aghost]

[There's the sound of a gramophone clicking on, and the crackle of a record. It starts playing something that sounds like flamenco. The communicator is put on the desk, and there's a pocket watch in near shot, and Caesares' room in the long shot. The gramophone and him are off screen, but you can hear footsteps. They stop, and there's an old man

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[mrs_persson]

Dr Caesares?

[...]

Sod.

[And she goes to check and discovers just what she was afraid she would.]

[raisedinabox]

[Waiting for the post.

Waiting for the post.

Waiting for the pooooost.

...Fuck it, he refuses to check on you. Somebody else can figure out that you're gone.]

this made me so sad ._.

[strangehstorian]