Second Howl [Audio, Saturday morning]

[professorwolf]

[An hour and a half after the Oracle's interrupted broadcast, another comes through. This one is obviously not from the Oracle. Lyall sounds a bit tense, though not terribly alarmed-- though he's most certainly feeling alarmed, he keeps that expression off his face with his usual firm control.

He even skips the polite greeting he might have otherwise started with.]

This is Randolph Lyall. The Oracle is missing. If anyone knows where she might have disappeared to, please check for her there. Or contact me privately and I will do so. Thank you.

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[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Not much, as of yet. I haven't had much chance to ask around, but no one seems to have really noticed the disappearance.

[It could be that most of the locals are not particularly interested in wandering the Vault or watching the network for interrupted broadcasts, and so have no reason to notice after not even two hours, in between the rain and their usual chores.]

I will be seeking out the local militia leader next, however, and I imagine she at least will want to do something. I can put myself in contact with you later, to answer that question.

[Audio]

[nodavinci]

Or they're used to it.

[He doesn't even try to disguise the hard edge this time. He's disliking this place more and more with every passing hour.]

Do that. I'll send you instructions on how to make a private call.

[Which is possibly the strangest thing he's ever found himself saying, and that's saying something.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Grudging but grateful, Lyall can at least see Tony is trying to be of help.]

I appreciate that, thank you. It will save me a good deal of seeking people out in the future. Might I ask your name, sir?


((so what WOULD Lyall find out from questioning the city-folk? XD anything?))

[Audio]

[nodavinci]

The beauty of cell phones.

[Not that Tony's the type who's generally inclined to go looking for people anyways.]

Tony Stark.

[Poor Pepper.]

((That depends on who he's asking! People who are more closely involved with running things in town (Edmund, Roni) might give the impression that they know where the Oracle is - or at least have a general idea, if not specifics - but aren't willing to share. Most of the citizens obviously don't know, but are either indifferent or don't seem to be worried.))

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Ah.

[A pause to blink and register that he knows that name. A certain friend of his had been quite upset by his loss-- a loss which has apparently been temporary.]

Welcome back, sir.

[Audio]

[nodavinci]

Yeah. Thanks.

[Congratulations, Lyall, you've managed to actually make Tony uncomfortable, if just a little.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[And now Lyall is a little uncomfortable, himself. One of his good friends is apparently together with this... annoying personage. Well, he supposes he's disapproved of romantic entanglements in the past, and managed to adjust to them.]

Regardless. I will let you know what I gather from the locals, later on. If we're lucky, this isn't anything to fret over.

[Though he's likely to be doing plenty of fretting, in the meantime. He doesn't like mysterious disappearances. They always lead to trouble.]

[Audio]

[nodavinci]

Well, now that you've said that, we're all doomed. Good luck.

[He signs off without waiting for a response. So very polite.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall gives a sniff of disapproval before he, too, shuts down the device. He has people to question, at the very least, and he can worry about Tony Stark... later.]