[six] Taking Advice

[goodgrasshopper]

[video is all static, audio is crackly.  Molly's voice comes out shaky and faint.]

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

[cuts out]

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[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[This is Murphy, keeping her voice calm and even. There might be the slightest edge of mistrust to it.] Molly?

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly stops singing.]

...Murphy? Is that you?

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[There's a mixture of resignation and relief.] Yeah, it is. Are you--

[Yeah, bad question.] How can I help?

[goodgrasshopper]

I don't--

[deep breath]

I really don't like this. Ned's here.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

Me either. You're in the same cell?

[cisskabob]

[Contrary to Murphy, Cissie's voice is not very calm at all. In fact, it's very shaky.]

Molly? Is that you? Are you okay?

[goodgrasshopper]

It's me. Cissie?

...I am not okay.

[cisskabob]

[Let's pretend there's static through this, I just suck at writing it. :|]

...Yeah, me either. Are you alone?

[goodgrasshopper]

Ned's here.

There are voices, Cissie. They keep talking.

[cisskabob]

Ned? That's--that's good. Are either of you hurt?

[PAUSE, and whispered:] I know. I hear it too.

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda starts singing back to her over the journal. She actually has a damn good voice.]

The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken,
And I hung my head and cried.

[goodgrasshopper]

[That... actually makes Molly feel a little better. She's slightly calmer when she speaks, though how much of that gets through the static is anyone's guest.]

My mo-- [static] --ing that. When I was li--

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda so doesn't want to be doing this. She'd better be able to exploit it later...]

So did mine. Once or twice.

[She wasn't a very attentive mother.]

[goodgrasshopper]

--nk you.

[creatingalegacy]

Yeah.

[That's all you're getting, Molly. :|]

[Spam] Assuming they got thrown into the same cell after some horrific treatment of some kind? IDK.

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

H-hey. [He nudges her, tentatively, gently]

You're being creepy. [Normally he'd find some way of asking her, politely, if she'd mind maybe not singing - but he was deeply shaken himself]

[Spam] Psht. They totally did.

[goodgrasshopper]

[little squeaking noise] Sorry, Ned. I didn't mean to. I was just trying to--uh--makethevoicesstop.

Are you--

[Well, it's pretty obvious neither of them are okay... at all.]

Um. How are you doing?

[Spam] Psht. They totally did.

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

It's okay.

[He quivers a little and takes a shaky breath]

I've been better [he admits, pulling his limbs closer to his body]

D'you think... they're coming for us?

[Spam] Psht. They totally did.

[goodgrasshopper]

Yeah. Me too. [She hugs her legs, resting her chin on her knees.]

Amanda--she said she was coming. I don't know if I believe her.

[Spam]

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

[His face hardens, determined]

Hayley will come. We'll get out of this, one way or another, okay?

[He scooches a little closer and offers her his hand]

[amagicalmystery.livejournal.com]

[well, he IS from a Disney musical. he sings back quietly.]

Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days
Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days
It seems that trouble's going to follow me to my grave

[goodgrasshopper]

You-- [static] --voice.

[amagicalmystery.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna assume that's a compliment.

What's goin' on down there?

[goodgrasshopper]

--ghosts--

--voices--

[amagicalmystery.livejournal.com]

[quiet thoughtful noise]

Your... [still at the party, better not] They know where you're at?