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MURPHY PENDLETON

"Not here right now. Which means I'm probably... somewhere else.
"If you're tryin' to get a hold of me for some reason, just wait for the tone and leave a message after the... thing.
"...Shit, that was... Th-that was bad. Is there some way to do this ov--?" [Beep!]

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Hey. It's Tillman. [There's a pause as he tries to recall whether or not he ever gave his name.]

Kable. [Because he knows Simon kept calling him that.]

Hope you made it through the crazy-gas okay. Didn't hear about any fatalities.

I've got beer and some hard liquor from Russia that's made of knock-you-on-your-ass. You're welcome to 'em if you want.

Nice message, Pendleton. Very not awkward.

[sarcasm, sarcasm everywhere]

Anyway, your birds are in my hair again.

you make it out? [ What are introductions, Brendan. What are they. Also obviously after Strela. ]

[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.

[It's a good five seconds before he says anything. The reason that number seemed familiar has just now clicked, but there's a hum and he's over it quick enough, tone sliding back into boredom.]

Got somethin' of yours.

Mister Pendleton.

My name is Mattie Ross, and I was informed by Mister Nederland that you require tutoring in the proper way to work in the gardens. I will be available to assist you when it is convenient, as I am aware that you have other obligations and are only assisting, but it would be best if you could make yourself available as soon as possible. It does no one any good to have our food mishandled due to ignorance when that ignorance is correctable.

Yours, Mattie Ross.

I found myself wondering how you were on this fine day, since the rest of the ship seems to be going mad by degrees.

So, you've no desire to wear clothes around me? How forward, Murphy.

[several hours after this.]

thanks for the company, next time i'll bring the breadcrumbs xoxo

[Anne waits a few hours after Murphy would normally be home to try contacting him. Usually, when he's late, he'll contact her beforehand. The fact that she hasn't heard from him leaves a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach]

I hate to do the whole irritating worried girlfriend thing, but I just wanted to make sure you were safe. Let me know when you get this.

I love you.

Hey. Um, I haven't seen you around. Take it from me, you don't wanna go missing near jump time, it makes all your friends edgy and weird.

I just...

Drop me a line or something, okay? Just let me know you're around?

Come on, man, don't make me go to your girlfriend. She's hot and all but she scares me.

Just be safe, Murph.

It seems you've had the audacity to go missing. It's utterly rude, I'll have you know.

[ there's a pause, and then a sigh, like irene really just can't carry on being flippant. ]

I'd like to see you back shortly. I'm accustomed to having my way, so please don't disappoint.

so i heard you went missing
thats cool i get that sometimes grown dudes gotta go ranging
probably why ford commercials are so goddamn lucrative
guy like you sees a hulking slab of suv barreling up a mountain and you just gotta do it yourself
four wheel drive that up cliff side
mount that everest
yeah
but you know
you gotta come back to civilization eventually
just saying

[Several days after this, he'll get another from a certain girlfriend. There's a good possibility that she's been drinking]

Since it's becoming more and more obvious that you're not interested in having me around, I'll just take a hint and fuck off.

Keep the room.

Give me a call when you're done being an asshole.

Or, you know, when you remember I'm your girlfriend and not just an extra feature of the ship you don't have to talk to.

murphy? are you awake?

sorry, this is weird and we aren't close or anything

but i need somebody to talk to

Lost?

Hey, Murph. You see a pair of morons trashing the gardens on the network? I'm s'posed to be handling the cleanup crew and I could use some help. You free?

When you get off work, come to the holodecks. I'll be there.

[she's definitely got something planned.]

Murphy, may we speak?

Hey! So, I kinda just made myself persona non grata at Space Christmas buuuuut I boosted some pie on the way out. Are you too shot for pie?

Hello?

Do you think we should warn security about the drunk guy? Elizabeth was vouching for him but he was acting really suspicious ....and creepy

[ Booker's not in the habit of asking for help, and even if he were, Murphy Pendleton is about the last person he'd choose to reach out to. But at the moment, he doesn't have much of a choice. Elizabeth is gone, and even if he manages to find her, he knows she'll fight back.

He braces himself, takes a last swig of his whiskey, and then presses the button. ]

Pendleton. You there?

It's...uh...it's DeWitt.

[Backdated to this backdated SITUATION, a text message chimes shyly into Murphy's inbox.]

Good afternoon

I am sorry to bother you and hope I'm not offending

[He is really a very inoffensive and polite soulless person, even if maybe these manners have a more self-serving bent now than they did before.]

But there's an absolutely enormous mound of shit, probably not human, that appeared in front of my door recently

Does your department offer assistance with this sort of thing?

I had nothing to do with it.

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