Allison Hargreeves | #00.03 (
numberthree) wrote2021-04-12 10:49 am
Entry tags:
Mask or Menace ☂ IC Phone Post
INBOX
Voice | Text | Call | Video | Surprise Me
A flat computer automated voice comes on and states in monotone:
"This is the voicemail box for Allison Hargreeves. Leave a message at the beep."

text.
You'd think each successive disappearance might hurt less and less, like a calcified wound, scarred over and healing. It's supposed to hurt less when it's not family, either. So you'd think.
But. ]
Shaun is gone.
The Masons, I mean. Both of them. Shaun and George. They're both gone.
[ This one stings like hell. Because Shaun had promised. Luther knows it's childish and unreasonable, like a talisman against disaster, and a pledge they obviously couldn't keep if the Porter decided to act up, but—
But you're not gonna get stuck alone in this place. For one thing, I'm way too annoying as a friend to let you have that much peace and quiet. ]
no subject
Still, Allison sat up fast, suddenly raising her hands and waving away the hands with wands and applicators in her vision. Staring at only those words written across her vision and nothing else. ]
When? How?
[ Maybe even more importantly. ]
Where are you?
no subject
[ The Porter, with all its goddamn whims, taking and giving and taking. Luther's accustomed to rolling with the punches, but he's getting tired of this particular blow. ]
I'm on my way home. Their usernames are deactivated on the network; I even swung by their apartment to double-check. Gone.