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[There's clanking and shuffling and all kinds of weird you-just-got-butt-dialed sounds. There's a distant voice that gets clearer then blurry in random jolts, a very familiar deep-voiced woman murmuring something constantly, almost urgently. It sounds like she's talking to herself, in that weirdly urgent tone when a person is trying to both talk themselves out of something and convince themselves that they aren't crazy. The voice is in accented English that drifts out of Latin and sometimes French: -Maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the still- and random noises again, and the rustling of bags and -restoreth my soul, he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. For- and some weird static and a very loud BANG that's actually just her bag sitting down on a flat surface. Rustling, rustling - -walk through the valley of - and rasping sounds like hands scraping over a microphone - i shall fear no - crinkle, crinkle, clank - art with me, thy rod and - clatter static what - they comfort me.
A series of rustle-bang-CRASH, and long silence. Then, very distantly and almost inaudible to someone with not-so-good-hearing:]
You've got to be kidding me. [SOUNDS LIKE STEPS AND REEEEAAACHING FOR THE PCD. Raphael sounds so fucking amused, but actually very composed and... shockingly mature, if we're all being honest.]
Hm. Of course this week they would post without our consent.
Let it be known, brothers of mine, that I come with gifts better than frankincense and myrrh.
[Click and OFF.]
((NOTE FOR ANYONE DOING OFFLINE THREADS: Raphael came back looking over 9000% better than when she left. FOr instance, she doesn't look like she's about to pass out and die. She's also down to a camisole. Shh. It was totally her idea. She didn't get heat exhaustion and faint in front of Rachel Berry. Shut up leave her alone she is an angel of the Lord.))
A series of rustle-bang-CRASH, and long silence. Then, very distantly and almost inaudible to someone with not-so-good-hearing:]
You've got to be kidding me. [SOUNDS LIKE STEPS AND REEEEAAACHING FOR THE PCD. Raphael sounds so fucking amused, but actually very composed and... shockingly mature, if we're all being honest.]
Hm. Of course this week they would post without our consent.
Let it be known, brothers of mine, that I come with gifts better than frankincense and myrrh.
[Click and OFF.]
((NOTE FOR ANYONE DOING OFFLINE THREADS: Raphael came back looking over 9000% better than when she left. FOr instance, she doesn't look like she's about to pass out and die. She's also down to a camisole. Shh. It was totally her idea. She didn't get heat exhaustion and faint in front of Rachel Berry. Shut up leave her alone she is an angel of the Lord.))
