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[is_an_island]

I trust that, by now, you're all smart enough not to go down to the bloody post office and I mean that in the literal sense. I also trust that you will have informed me of the nature of your injuries if you have so taken any injuries upon your person. I also trust that if you suddenly have a gap in your memories after your visit, you'll still

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[ergaleomancer]

Ah, finally, another English person! [There's pain in her voice--this is one of the seriously injured, and while she's resting, she's doing so with the phone.]

Are you some kind of authority that people are to report to? I'm still not used to this place despite how long I've been here. I've..[a pained breath]..taken injury to myself, yes. I'm missing my knee. It's..[painhiss]..an old injury come back to haunt me. Or this place's idea of poetic justice in picking the part to take from me. I'm all right, though, I've been tended to. Just...recovering.

[is_an_island]

Wh... What? You shouldn't be talking so much if you're that injured! Just... Just take it slow, one word at a time. It's going to be all right, really.

[ergaleomancer]

I'll be all right... A bit of brandy would be nice, though, or a sip of port... I'll manage! It's what we English do, isn't it? Keep calm and carry on... Where are you from? [A pained laugh.] In this place I can't even be sure if you really are from where you sound like...

[is_an_island]

Ah... I'm England. I presume you're from England, as well... What's your name, then?

[ergaleomancer]

You're England? ..........Oh, oh the country names thing... [Painsigh.] I never did understand that...

My name is Elizabe-theta Buckley.

[is_an_island]

It's nice to meet you, Miss Buckley.

Err, no, I'm the country. England. It's all rather confusing, but also very simple. But you could also call me Arthur Kirkland, if it bothers you.

[ergaleomancer]

...I think I'd like it if you explained, Mr. Kirkland. ......It's all right, I understand difficult concepts. I'm an ergaleomancer.

[is_an_island]

... I see. Well, I'll explain it to you the best I can, then.

Though, what exactly do you do as an ergaleomancer?

[ergaleomancer]

...........You........can't be from England if you don't know.

[is_an_island]

What? Of course I know. I know all about it.

I was just wondering... what... what you did with it. Specifically. Speaking.

[ergaleomancer]

Ohhhh. [Wince.] I...apologise. I must be getting overly defensive.... [Painhiss.] I'm currently....between assignments. I...really am the Miss Buckley of tabloid infamy...no one is particularly interested in hiring me at the moment.

But that's all right...I'm sure...Her Majesty will have no problem entrusting me with my father's office once...I have a chance to demonstrate my skill...

[is_an_island]

Ah... ah, take it slow. It's all right. You're alive, we have time for everything.

Which Queen is on throne? Sorry, just... all odd sorts of times and worlds here, it seems.

[ergaleomancer]

...Her Majesty Queen Victoria...we're approaching her one hundred seventy fifth anniversary. ...And you?

[is_an_island]

Ah, sorry. Must have heard you wrong. Get distracted, all that lot.

What was that anniversary again?

[ergaleomancer]

One hundred and seventy fifth. Though I must admit...I'm looking forward more to her bicentennial.

[is_an_island]

The pain must have gotten to you.

I'm very sorry for your suffering.