[034: voice]

[inhistorybooks]

[The first several seconds of transmission are pretty badly garbled with static, and maybe the occasional word that sounds sort of like Trip trying to rip apart his communicator to figure out what the hell's going on. Because that is prettyyyy much what he's doing.]

- something's wrong with the communicators, wish I knew how the damn thing - [And

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[darknessb4me]

It happened last year. Just talk to people in person, it's not like they're far away.

[inhistorybooks]

I'm an engineer. I wanna know what's causin' it and why.

GLORIOUSLY PUBLIC

[consultcriminal]

You've been thinking, hm? Well, what have you been thinking about?

GLORIOUSLY PUBLIC

[inhistorybooks]

Did the rest of [And static.] go through? Oh hell -

[Moar static.] - me in the - [And really crummy static, and maybe some more frustrated fiddling.

And he is giving up and switching to text:]

Meet me in the sixth floor common room, it'll be easier.

Spaaaam

[consultcriminal]

[Moriarty didn't even bother replying. If his day was going to be interrupted, he might as well let his warden hang there for a while. He made his way to the common room, fiddling with his phone. Of course, he got no service here, but he did get the music stored on it. Which was all he wanted. Leaning back, he glanced up as the lights flickered once and then turned up the Rihanna he was playing.]

Spaaaam

[inhistorybooks]

[Trip had been initially planning on doing something less... this, but Sherlock's response kind of made anything else kind of impossible. He's pretty much 100% sure Sherlock is talking about the whole Lupin fiasco, because any other crazy murder mystery plots have either not been heard about, or have had someone fess up to it.

So he's just cutting right to business once he shows up.]

Got anything you want to tell me about?

Private

[ourlastbesthope]

...was I supposed to get into the engine room?

Private

[inhistorybooks]

... I meant to send that to [There's a couple seconds of static.] - Tosh.

I'd give just about anythin' to figure out why this thing's affectin' it like this.

Private

[ourlastbesthope]

I don't know. I'm afraid to take these things apart.

Private

[inhistorybooks]

You don't think the Admiral'd give us new ones if we broke 'em? [Because lol now someone wants to try. :|]

[private]

[byronicsherlock]

Well done. Your inmate has already orchestrated his first murder. Still insisting on keeping that file to yourself?

[private]

[inhistorybooks]

Excuse me?

[private]

[byronicsherlock]

No, I don't think I can. A man died as a result of your inattention, no your incompetence. I don't there's an excuse that covers that.

[private]

[inhistorybooks]

[You are getting an invisible eyeroll and a feed cut, so someone can go talk to the inmate in question. Yayyyyy?]

[Private]

[most_feared]

I think everyone needs a bit of one, but it's better not to get one alone. That's for damn sure. [Yes, he'll be joining you.]

[Private]

[inhistorybooks]

I'll take that as a meet you up at the pub? [You are the best. :c]

[Private → Spam]

[most_feared]

Be right up. [And he's off to meet him. Because Trip's had a rough time of it, too.]

[Spam]

[inhistorybooks]

[Trip's waiting outside the bar, and while he looks a little more grumpy than usual, he's not looking all that freaked out or bothered by the supernatural stuff.] How've you been?