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Hello, it’s Macauley, or uh Rook to Jean. 

You’re Merc? [He clicks his tongue, trying to think of a good question to suss out what’s going on and how worried he should be.] What was the text about.

Alright. Rook it is.

[ Behind the phone, Mercedes is standing in an over-lit room with all of its curtains drawn. There is blood smeared down the front of her shirt, and she’s looking down at something on the sofa, covered with a blanket. Nobody wants to see that, not even her. ]

Not sure how to phrase it with any more clarity, Rook. He’s dead.

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Hm. [Disbelief in his tone still, not denial, just disbelief in this prank.]

Last time I spoke to Jean he didn’t mention anything about dying. So. What do you know and how do you know? [A pause.] Are you telling this to Victoria?

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[Rook doesn’t respond via text, it’s too tricky to get the tone - it’s a tad late for an April Fools.]

[He phones Jean’s number]

[ The phone is answered quickly, almost as though the person who possesses it had been waiting for the call. ]

[ And it’s very clearly not Jean’s voice. ]

Speaking?

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Hello, it’s Macauley, or uh Rook to Jean. 

You’re Merc? [He clicks his tongue, trying to think of a good question to suss out what’s going on and how worried he should be.] What was the text about.

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No?

We have not spoken for Some Time. Do I want to know the situation? 

oh. oops. are you close? because you might need to sit down for this next part. cover it with your hand or something for now, i’ve given you fair warning

dude’s dead.

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[Rook doesn’t respond via text, it’s too tricky to get the tone - it’s a tad late for an April Fools.]

[He phones Jean’s number]

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targenttraitor replied to your photo: it’s been a long night already. so obviously this…

I don’t think Jean’s going to find this funny when he gets his phone back - just a heads up.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i don’t know, dude, he has a pretty good sense of humour. but i’m not joking.

he said he’d told everyone the situation - do you not know???

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No?

We have not spoken for Some Time. Do I want to know the situation? 

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I’m eating a vegetable. Which vegetable? Good question.

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I’m eating a vegetable. Which vegetable? Good question.

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I'm eating a vegetable. Which vegetable? Good question.

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Hey. Ya gonna eat dem eggs?

I'm going to get so many eggs for the rest of my life whether I want them or not.

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[ Rook loiters outside Jean and Vic’s house for a moment. The usual egg cartons with a ‘ :>) ‘ note are held in his now chilly hands. Sure, he’d left the first few without staying to say hello, but he missed Victoria.. and Jean too, weirdly enough. ]

[ After waiting to the point where it became awkward and he’d checked his watch too many times to count, Rook set the egg carton on the ground with a sigh and left. Busy presuming they didn’t want to see him. ]