Voicemail ♠

[unfearful]

You have reached Dominic Sorel's voicemail. I'm not available at the moment, so if you have something to say, leave a message.

[Beep]

[ooc: You know how this works. Just mark if it's OOC or IC.]

Comments

IC- Voice Message

[unfearful]

Sightseeing...?

[A pause. He trusts Meryl, so...]

Go ahead. I didn't know you knew Anemone, though.

[unfearful]

... I see.

[... Hey, if Meryl's willing to spend time with her, Anemone couldn't have been too abrasive towards her. Hopefully.]

I'm glad, then.

IC, Letter Dropped In Your Mailbox

[chose_death]

[The following letter is a standardized type-faced letter, probably written by someone other than Inspector Javert.]

Mr. Dominic Sorel:

Per your performance review, the police department has decided to dissolve your branch of secret operations due to lack of output. This is the first step in a large-scale effort to improve efficiency within all government offices. As of January 2, your position will be terminated. Enclosed you will find your severance pay and benefits.

Best of luck to you in your future endeavors.

[The letter is signed PROSECUTOR FRANZISKA VON KARMA in perfect, neat script, and simple typeface font below it.]

IC | sob sorry Jan dear /throws more threads at you

[charientisms]

[It's a bit of a reversal, Break calling Dominic--but this is something that must be done, and after having debated it for some time...]

Might I have a moment of your time, Mister Dominic?

IC | fffffffff it's fine <3

[unfearful]

... Break? What is it?

IC | <3333 ;;

[charientisms]

[A slight pause. ...he really actually doesn't want to do this, but he has no other options at this point; with the absence of Gilbert, this became necessary.]

...I have a request to make of you.

IC

[unfearful]

[... Huh. Unusual.]

A request?

IC

[suppressedtime]

Mister Dominic, I do beg your pardon if I am intruding upon anything. However, if you find yourself with a bit of extra time on your hands within the near future, I would greatly appreciate it if you could take the time to converse with me about something.

It is hardly an urgent matter, but urgency does not always dictate importance, wouldn't you say? A good day to you until then.

IC

[unfearful]

... Miss Sharon? What is it?

IC

[suppressedtime]

Well... it's a rather curious topic.

You recall how you temporarily took residence within the manor whilst Break was away, do you not?

IC

[unfearful]

Yes, I do...

IC

[insorrow]

... hey, Dominic?

If you get this, can you call me back?

IC

[unfearful]

[When he finally picks up, his voice is quiet, tired-like he's not fully awake yet. And, in all honesty, he isn't.

Still, the call helps bring him back to reality, and out of the sensation that everything is one strangely elaborate dream.]

... Ken?

IC

[insorrow]

[... and honestly? This makes everything that happened in the last week or so feel that one bit less real to Ken. Because Dominic's clearly fine. Tired and groggy, but fine. Relieved isn't quite the word for what he's feeling.

[Ken sighs, closing his eyes and slumping slightly. Probably the sigh at least was audible.]

Sorry. Didn't mean to get you up or anything, I was just--

[Just convinced something had happened and now I'm not even sure why. Yeah, now all he has to worry about is how awkward a conversation this is going to be...]

You're okay, right?

IC

[unfearful]

... Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

[And it's the truth, mostly. There's the morbid thought that he's a little tired of being stabbed to death (and he vaguely wonders if Break's dryness is rubbing off onto him), but he pushes it out of his mind.

He has a murderer to identify, after all.]

So... was I just having some kind of crazy dream or were you a bartender?