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Hey. Cunningham. So. Guess what? I'm still alive! I'm, uh. I just... went out drinking last night. And got... locked outside of my room. Yeah. I didn't even know that... was possible. But, uh. Yeah. Still alive! Not sure when the door's gonna unlock, though. If not, no problem. I'll just be... snoring. Here. Wherever I am. I mean, outside of my room.

[He pauses. Is that safe? He's pretty sure snoring in the hallways isn't safe. Could draw unwanted attention. And now he's just concerned, but his tone of voice has been a bit off throughout this entire message.

[Also: Murphy really isn't locked outside of his room. He's not even anywhere near his own room -- it's several doors down from where he actually is right now.]

...I think I'm still drunk, Cunningham.

[When Anne gets his message, she calls him after she finishes listening, irritated beyond all reason and scowling intensely, though he won't be able to see it. Chances are, he'll be able to hear it, though]

God dammit, Pendleton!

If you can't act like an adult and not some crazy drunk frat boy when you drink, then don't do it! You're almost ten years older than me. I shouldn't have to be explaining this to you like I'm your goddamn mother.

[there's a pause and the sound of her unlocking her own door in the background]

Just stay there. I'll come and get you.

[and a brief pause as it sets in]

You're still drunk? How much did you drink!?

[He can tell that she's angry -- she definitely sounds angry. But he's too far gone to really address the fact that he's talking to a really pissed off officer that's inclined to lecture him. Oh well.

[At least he didn't go finally check out the holodecks as he was originally intending to. That probably would have ended badly for everyone involved.]

Take your time. Not goin' anywhere. I'll be here. Snoring.

[Kind of hard to snore when you're talking on your communicator, Murph.

[He stops at her question, and strains. The only educated assumption he can remember right now is:]

...A lot.

[Filed under: "I accidentally a whole bottle of Jack Daniels."]

You don't sound like you're snoring.

[she ignores that part otherwise. He'll hear her shoes on the hallway tiles now, and her cursing under her breath]

"A lot"? That's as specific as you can get?

Murphy Pendleton, you have a fucking drinking problem.

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You don't sound like you're snoring.

[she ignores that part otherwise. He'll hear her shoes on the hallway tiles now, and her cursing under her breath]

"A lot"? That's as specific as you can get?

Murphy Pendleton, you have a fucking drinking problem.

[The message is going to Alex, Murphy and Anne. Heather -- who sounds tired and agitated -- hasn't actually thought to make this especially clear, but she hasn't put any sort of filter or encryption on it either so they'll see that should they care to check. It's also deliberately sent in the middle of the night in the hopes that they'll be asleep and not answer right away (because the SH crew are such sound sleepers, gj Heather).]

I. Um. I have to tell you something. It's about Silent Hill. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't know how. But now I know you guys and what you went through there and it's kinda worse now. So I guess I just oughta spit it out.

I think I told you I went there on purpose. To get revenge, because the Order killed my father. But I didn't tell you why. It's kind of a long story, but the important bit is that they wanted revenge on him for taking me away from them. Because it's where I'm from. I was born and raised there, a long time ago. I was called Alessa then, and I was... different. There was something wrong with me, I could do things. Not good things. Make people see things, hurt them. So my – her mother used her to to summon their god. As a sacrifice to bring it, a burnt offering. And to carry it. It worked. My father killed it, and before the girl died she handed him a baby. Me.

But the god was in me too. I didn't know, until I was seventeen. That's when they killed him. I was so angry, so hurt, and it made it strong. After I went there, every time I got angry it would change to that -- that nightmare world.

I stopped it. I killed it, and I think it's gone now. For good. But I had to tell you. I thought you had the right to know that I'm not just -- I haven't just been there. I'm part of it.

So if I never hear from you again, I get it. If you need to yell at me, whatever, I get that too. If you wanna throw me out the airlock -- well, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't.

That's it. Thanks for... for listening.

[Anne doesn't even respond to the audio message. Instead, she leaves her communicator behind and heads for Heather's room. Rather than looking like she's on a war path, she for once looks mostly benign. She's even left her gun and nightstick back in she and Murphy's room]

We need to talk, don't we?

[And it's only because Anne's been there, seen that place, that Heather has the reaction she does. Leaves her gun in her dresser, answers her door empty-handed and open-hearted, willing to at least try to answer for whatever Anne wants to hold her accountable for.]

I guess we do. Come in?

[she does, coming in and giving Heather a chance to close the door before she turns to face the room, pace a little, and the turn back to Heather. For a moment, she doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to react. Forgets if she had anything planned to say when she got here. Somehow, everything is a lot blanker now and she just looks at Heather for a long and silent moment]

I'm not going to throw you out the airlock.

[she just keeps giving Heather that Anne look for another few seconds before she speaks again, choosing her words carefully]

I'm sorry about your father.

[obviously she needs to poke her about what the hell the Order is and the fact that she's the reason those monsters were there, basically. But that can wait because currently this feels more important]

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[So after a particular incident has gone down, it occurs to Murphy that MAYBE it would be a good idea to at least leave Anne with a little 411 on all that jazz:]

Hey, Anne, uh. Thought I'd call you and tell you some good and bad news...

The bad news is... I got myself into a bit of a grind and I probably won't be around tonight. Don't worry 'bout it, though. [If she tries to call him from the medbay, he probably won't answer, be it voluntarily or he's just knocked out on pain meds. Whatever. It's a valid excuse.] I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow. Just don't want you thinkin' that I went and disappeared on ya.

[He pauses. There were two sides to this, wasn't there?] Erm, the good news is that I... didn't forget my comm this time? Obviously? So, uh. If you need me for anything, let me know.

...Sorry.

[it's not long before Anne's familiar voice comes slamming through his communicator and she sounds all kinds of distressed and angry. She's glad he's okay, but at the moment it's not what needs to be addressed. At leas at this point, he knows her well enough to probably know that she's not actually angry, just worried as all hell]

Murphy Pendleton what the hell did you get yourself into this time? Can you not go one week without doing something reckless?

You have ten seconds to tell me exactly what is going on.

[Oh boy. You know shit gets serious when they use his full name.]

...

[Fuck.]

Didn't know makin' an omelet was reckless. [Smartass. He actually got stabbed before he even had the chance to make one, anyway.]

It'd... probably take me longer than ten seconds. Look, I'm alright, okay? I just... got stabbed a little.

[JUST GOT STABBED A LITTLE. AS OPPOSED TO GETTING STABBED A LOT?]

Come to the Deck 004 Kitchens.
ASAP.

[Some details on the exact location are left here in the message as well.]

P.S. 5pm works, too.

Hey, Anne? It's me. Um, Heather.

Listen, I'm sorry to bother you, but I haven't seen Murph around and I'm hoping you can tell me he's just busy or something. If he's there, just... punch him in the arm and tell him I say he's a dick for not replying.

Okay.

[it takes a while for Anne to actually say anything after she starts responding]

Murphy isn't here.

[a lengthy pause, and she draws in a very audible breath and retains her composure with some difficulty. Her voice isn't entirely steady]

I haven't seen him in days.

[It's that pause, the little inhale more than anything Anne says that turns Heather's blood cold. She leaves it a beat, and she's over-earnest when she speaks.]

He - the messages are going through. So he's still here.

[She's not so anxious she says what she's thinking - that Hotspur's went through too.]

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[Of course, he could always wait to meet her in their room. But there's a quiet panic that's been building up in him since he saw the numbers on the newly arrivals, and he has to know now.

[Jump 20. They missed a jump. Or at least, Murphy missed one -- and that can mean a number of things.

[He makes it to his locker to grab his phone. He can't find Anne at the moment, and the panic starts to become more palpable the longer all possibilities float about in his vivid imagination.

[Stop doing that. Just breathe.

[Okay. Try not to scream into the receiver:]

Anne.

Answer me. Please.

[Because right now, the worst case scenario is running through his head: Did he miss a jump? Did he miss 19? Was he gone, or...?

[Admittedly, and as much as he hates it, Anne's past attempt to wait out a jump without getting in the gravity couch has a lot to do with Murphy's recent state of distress. Not that he'd care to admit it.]

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Murphy?

[Anne hears the message muffled through the fabric of her pocket, and she picks up the noisy device quickly, worried by the level of panic in his voice]

What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need me to come and find you?

[She wonders if he's gotten himself into trouble, or if he's hurt. At least he made it through the jump. No matter how many they've been through, it's always a huge weight off her shoulders when she finds he's safe. Her voice is mildly frantic in turn, though, with how worried he sounds]

Is everything alright?

[There's a pause, and then Murphy just sighs. It's like there's a huge wave of relief that's just come crashing over him. Because he knows that tone, and he knows that Anne wouldn't be talking like that if she hadn't heard from him in a while.

[While it doesn't answer any of the immediate questions he currently has in mind, it at least dispels one of his worries.] I'm okay! Everything's alright. I, uh... just needed to check in with you real quick. Make sure you...

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[There's no greeting to the message, just the sound of footsteps and light breathing breaking dead silence. Firo probably just accidentally turned on his communicator while going about his daily business. Except Firo's been on recon for the past few days and hasn't had reception.

Then there's the slamming of a heavy metal door (something Anne is probably very familiar with from back home) and the footsteps stop.]

Damn it... What the--

[The feed cuts out for a moment.]

Ah, shit! Why--

[Despite the distress in Firo's voice, there doesn't seem to be much going on. Without him moving, there's just the sound of his voice. There's not even an echo, implying that, wherever he is, it isn't very big.

The feed starts breaking up again.]

Hey-- You--

You--

--Don't know--You have to--have to come help--

[And then it cuts out for good.]

[Anne wakes up from a rather satisfying night's sleep feeling good, and the sound of her getting a message makes her feel good too; she recognizes the tone it uses when one is from Firo. Leaving Murphy asleep with a quick stroke of his hair, she takes her phone out into the hall to listen to the message.

She feels infinitely less good when she listens to it. Heart hammering in her chest she fumbles for the buttons to call Firo, and she can't help the worry. That door really did sound familiar.]

Firo? What's going on? Are you okay? Can you hear me?

[Her voice is high and breathless and her hands won't stop shaking. There was something very daunting about that message and she can't shake the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.]

Firo?

Hey. Ah.

[.... yeah that ends up being it gj ned.]

[Oh wow Ned so eloquent.]

Hey.

[A pause.]

Everything okay?

[Just you wait.]

Um.

[dead air
dead air
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We should meet. At the bar.

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[Rather than waiting to meet her in their room, Murphy immediately fishes for his communicator after a certain incident in the kitchens and calls Anne.]

So, uh. You don't... happen to just have a kid that you never mentioned...

...Do you?

[HE'S CHECKING, OKAY? Because he was just held at gunpoint by a green-eyed ginger with a ponytail, and with the same attitude to boot.]

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