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audio; ft. doctor disasters + the last of takeshi kovacs' sanity
We have some information on a man who might be
[ the message cuts off, soon replaced with some actual voices which seem to be trying to whisper over one another in a bickering back and forth (“I’m just gonna send it in a text.” “No, no! Texting’s no good, can you imagine the most important information shared over a text? This isn’t Twitter — which by the way is a mistake. There aren’t even any emojis!”) before eventually things get sorted enough for one voice to be louder than the rest— ]
Fucking— fine. [ if the swearing wasn’t indication enough, it’s kovacs, of course. with a sigh, he diverts his attention back to focusing his voice on relaying his message to the rest of the orbers. ] The Docs and I did some digging. Found out from the staff that a man with red skin, named Noct Wood, was seen coming out of the Days’ car. As far as we’ve seen, he hasn’t shown himself having any association with the family otherwise, but—
But! Oh, it’s very interesting, isn’t it? Why would a complete stranger be visiting the Days’ car at all, especially right around the murder? Yes, right. So we did a bit of trailing, lost my trousers for a moment there but I found them again, not to worry, and I thought: that’s a bit odd, not the trousers bit, the association thing — and insert raising-hands-emoji here, we believe we’ve found out where he might be staying. Could be important.
No one else was spotted the night of Jove’s murder. Question: What drives an individual to stab a man multiple times on a train bigger than a small village? Answer, they can only want one of two things: revenge or taking something back. [ The Doctor takes a beat to ponder. ] ...Do you remember what you told me, Doctor? About Helios and Terra? The two had stopped by the Dance Hall on the night of the murder. One of them mentioning about ‘he’ not being able to let ‘it’ go.
Ah, yes! Suppose I did get a bit distracted for a moment there. The ‘it’ they were talking about seemed to be of some sentimental value to ‘him’, and they did mention something about the museum which we’ve heard a few things about by now. [ Yes, he snoops on the network from time to time. ] There was even a mention that it was quite valuable, and the museum would ‘pay them well’ for it.
[ The other Orber’s can’t hear it, but the other Doctor is pacing around their tiny shared space like a cornered raccoon. They had time to do their sleuthing around the Steamhallow Express and soon they have to put the pieces all together. ]
Then we can suspect that someone from the Day family or this Noct stranger needed this book for a reason. Money, perhaps? Possible coordinates to the orb? One’s sentimentality could be another’s drive to find the object of their desires. Quite, literally...
But if I were any of you, I’d be on my toes. And keep a low profile with any authority figures. We’d only further muddy the waters in this mess.
[ meanwhile, the one who's become more of a third party in this little announcement has already lit a cigarette, not visible to the orbers but the exhale of smoke can almost be heard in the audible sigh that follows the chatter between the other two.
this really could have just been a text. ]
We weren't able to get any dirt on Wood and he spotted us outside of his cabin once, so it wouldn't be a good idea for us to hang 'round there again, since this crowd doesn't exactly ... blend in well. [ clearly indicating the doctors beside him, although with his own broadness, he doesn't exactly hide along the walls either. ] We'll leave it up to the rest of you to see what else he might be up to.
[ Off to the side, someone is zipping (or unzipping) their trousers.]
And let this be a lesson to you, these closets are really rather squishy. I suggest you come equipped with a belt. Or very sticky velcro. [ A beat. ] Velcro’s nice, why don’t they do more with velcro?
No! Don’t say squishy! I’m against squishy. My trousers were perfectly secured before you went ahead and started playing ‘Where in the World is my Sonic Screwdriver’! There isn’t enough velcro in the universe to keep your tweed together.
Jesus Christ— do not take your fucking pants off again. Please.
I spilt on wine on mine!
[ And completely unrelated, and said simultaneously: ] That was a lack of velcro’s fault!
We’re texting this shit next time. [ and the feed cuts before another disastrous word can be said. ]
( for reference: black dialogue is kovacs, blue dialogue is the 11th doctor, and purple dialogue is the 12th doctor. )
[ the message cuts off, soon replaced with some actual voices which seem to be trying to whisper over one another in a bickering back and forth (“I’m just gonna send it in a text.” “No, no! Texting’s no good, can you imagine the most important information shared over a text? This isn’t Twitter — which by the way is a mistake. There aren’t even any emojis!”) before eventually things get sorted enough for one voice to be louder than the rest— ]
Fucking— fine. [ if the swearing wasn’t indication enough, it’s kovacs, of course. with a sigh, he diverts his attention back to focusing his voice on relaying his message to the rest of the orbers. ] The Docs and I did some digging. Found out from the staff that a man with red skin, named Noct Wood, was seen coming out of the Days’ car. As far as we’ve seen, he hasn’t shown himself having any association with the family otherwise, but—
But! Oh, it’s very interesting, isn’t it? Why would a complete stranger be visiting the Days’ car at all, especially right around the murder? Yes, right. So we did a bit of trailing, lost my trousers for a moment there but I found them again, not to worry, and I thought: that’s a bit odd, not the trousers bit, the association thing — and insert raising-hands-emoji here, we believe we’ve found out where he might be staying. Could be important.
No one else was spotted the night of Jove’s murder. Question: What drives an individual to stab a man multiple times on a train bigger than a small village? Answer, they can only want one of two things: revenge or taking something back. [ The Doctor takes a beat to ponder. ] ...Do you remember what you told me, Doctor? About Helios and Terra? The two had stopped by the Dance Hall on the night of the murder. One of them mentioning about ‘he’ not being able to let ‘it’ go.
Ah, yes! Suppose I did get a bit distracted for a moment there. The ‘it’ they were talking about seemed to be of some sentimental value to ‘him’, and they did mention something about the museum which we’ve heard a few things about by now. [ Yes, he snoops on the network from time to time. ] There was even a mention that it was quite valuable, and the museum would ‘pay them well’ for it.
[ The other Orber’s can’t hear it, but the other Doctor is pacing around their tiny shared space like a cornered raccoon. They had time to do their sleuthing around the Steamhallow Express and soon they have to put the pieces all together. ]
Then we can suspect that someone from the Day family or this Noct stranger needed this book for a reason. Money, perhaps? Possible coordinates to the orb? One’s sentimentality could be another’s drive to find the object of their desires. Quite, literally...
But if I were any of you, I’d be on my toes. And keep a low profile with any authority figures. We’d only further muddy the waters in this mess.
[ meanwhile, the one who's become more of a third party in this little announcement has already lit a cigarette, not visible to the orbers but the exhale of smoke can almost be heard in the audible sigh that follows the chatter between the other two.
this really could have just been a text. ]
We weren't able to get any dirt on Wood and he spotted us outside of his cabin once, so it wouldn't be a good idea for us to hang 'round there again, since this crowd doesn't exactly ... blend in well. [ clearly indicating the doctors beside him, although with his own broadness, he doesn't exactly hide along the walls either. ] We'll leave it up to the rest of you to see what else he might be up to.
[ Off to the side, someone is zipping (or unzipping) their trousers.]
And let this be a lesson to you, these closets are really rather squishy. I suggest you come equipped with a belt. Or very sticky velcro. [ A beat. ] Velcro’s nice, why don’t they do more with velcro?
No! Don’t say squishy! I’m against squishy. My trousers were perfectly secured before you went ahead and started playing ‘Where in the World is my Sonic Screwdriver’! There isn’t enough velcro in the universe to keep your tweed together.
Jesus Christ— do not take your fucking pants off again. Please.
I spilt on wine on mine!
[ And completely unrelated, and said simultaneously: ] That was a lack of velcro’s fault!
We’re texting this shit next time. [ and the feed cuts before another disastrous word can be said. ]
( for reference: black dialogue is kovacs, blue dialogue is the 11th doctor, and purple dialogue is the 12th doctor. )
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If the 'he' that they were talking about is Jove, it is strange that Helios and Terra did not believe he would part with an artifact he had been trying to sell.
[ and then a deep breath. ] On the matter of removing pants, please remember the importance of consent.
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[ as if he would willingly volunteer for most of these shenanigans. ]
But that's what I think too. From the sound of it, everyone would've been fine with selling it to the museum. Jove seemed to feel a lot cozier about it. Or wanted to get more money out of it.
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It is curious, who the other buyer was and what they offered. The book has a shining jewel on the front, what we think is the orb, so were they willingly after it? Or was it all coincidence.
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Always a chance the guy we're looking for is the buyer since he's been hanging around the family enough, but we don't have enough to go on to say one way or another. Not yet anyway.
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We need more information on Noct Wood and what he does.
I remember someone also mentioned a deal the mother made with the museum. That the Day children needed to hold up their end. That sounds ominous and yet with all the information we have, there are still many loose ends.