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[roadroller]

[So, 24 hours of straight caroling in a skimpy Santa dress was not good for a humanized Rin's health. No, not good at all. Though she managed to drag herself home, she now has laryngitis and a terrible cold. The sensible thing for her to do would be to get some rest, but she feels pretty bad about how dismal the failure at the dairy was, so she's at least going to put out one phone call. Therefore, enjoy the strangeness of a weak, raspy tone on this ex-Vocaloid's typically perfect voice. And of course, the string of coughs.]

-- thr's no fakes. Th'y all, [COUGH] r'ly came an' f-fought w' us an', [COUGH COUGH] --droned w' us, s-so...

[a sniffle, and a bit of a honk as she blows her nose on a tissue]

... s'all just a big tr'ck. Ag'n...

[she sniffs again. She feels like there's someone she needs to apologize to... But of course, apart from the ones at the dairy who are fresh in her mind, she's forgotten all of the erased people, so there's no one, after all.]

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phone;

[backbreakers.livejournal.com]

[ Tsunade sort of needs this information Really Really Badly. So, she'll pause as she hears the string of coughs and the horrible gags. ]

Pardon me? Can you say it again? I'm not hearing you too well. Are you all right?

[roadroller]

Um, [she blows her nose again. Hopefully that'll slow down the sniffles and unpleasantness. Her voice is still shot to hell, though.]

I-I th'nk I have a... "cold." [it's foreign on her tongue, like she's never been ill before, or even thought she could be.]

W' all 'ttacked th' town, and got droned t' sing carols f'r 24 hours. But th' fakes helped too, and th' same thing happened t' them... y'can't drone a drone, right? And a drone won't 'ttack Mayf'ld, so... it w's all a lie. Th'r are no fakes!

[and she's back to coughing.]

[backbreakers.livejournal.com]

[ Hm.. unfortunately, do to Mayfield's affects, Tsunade heavily doubts the story no matter how convincing it is. ]

Are you sure? There's something about them that seems off, even with this information. [ She writes it down, regardless. She doesn't want to let a single information get out of her grasp, no matter how ridiculous it gets. ] Maybe those weren't droned the entire time anyways.

How did you end up droned? Did someone physically do it? Want me to come over? I know how to alleviate cold symptoms. [ ...Oh. Tsunade asks all the questions unfortunately B( ]

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But then, wh't could they b' instead? [sniff..]

It happened b'fore we c'd get inside. I didn't see the m'lkman or anyone...

[She's trying to answer as best she could, ignoring the fact that she really shouldn't be talking for too long.]

I, um... well, I nev'r had a cold b'fore so maybe. Who is this?

[cough. Because it'd be nice to know that before she invites her over.]

1/2

[backbreakers.livejournal.com]

I don't know what they can be. They're probably just synthetic puppets or transformations, like in my own world.

2/2

[backbreakers.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. Damn. Another faulty lead. Now she can see learning anything about town is terrible. ]Well, you get points for trying.

Tsunade, leader of a village and a legendary medic. Your symptoms should be relieved just by me using things found in your kitchen. [ ... If she had your adress she'd be kicking the door in and HEALING YOU (fuu) ]

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[roadroller]

[Ohhh, Tsunade.]

Hmph... w'll, I'd like t' think our try t'least called th' town's bluff. S' I'm just gonna b'lieve in th' people wh' helped me.

[coughcough.]

Eh heh, s'nds good... 'm at 947 B'lah.

phone -> action

[backbreakers.livejournal.com]

I don't think these phone lines are very safe so I'll discuss the matter with you when I arrive there. Until then, please take care.

[ She hangs up. Moments later, though, Rin can hear some very loud rapping on her door. The knocking's frequency can easily be recognized as "urgent". ]