001- Accidental Voice

[lostinmyway]

Oh my, it’s such a lovely day. I wonder where I am. Was I going on a picnic? Hmm…I wonder.

…Were we playing dress-up? This is such a pretty dress.

Oh, someone dropped their book. I wonder if it’s a storybook. It’s very nice. Let’s see… Once upon a time…. No, that’s not quite right. The story isn’t written yet.

…Now what was I doing?

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[voice]

[slaying]

I'm gonna go out on a pretty short limb here and guess that you're a rookie. [There is a mix of warmth and pity in her voice; welcoming people to this place hasn't gotten any easier.] Welcome to Luceti.

[lostinmyway]

[This…may not be what you're expecting, Buffy.] Oh, a talking book. Hello, Mrs. Book. It's very nice to meet you.

[slaying]

[Anything to keep her on her toes!]

N-no. I'm---look, I'm not the book. I'm in the book. Only, not really inside in the book. That's...not how it works. [She sighs.] More like I'm talking to you through the book. Like...like a cell-phone? Please--pretty please--know what a cell phone is?

[And the cherry on the cake:] And I'm Buffy. Not Mrs. Book. Mrs. Book is probably someone else. She probably deserves our pity--I mean, the last name Book? How dull.

[lostinmyway]

[Yeah, she didn't get any of that.]

Oh, I see. Hello Mrs. Buffy--I'm Grune.

[slaying]

[That's okay. She's...used to it. Sadly.]

Grune, huh? [Weird name lol you're not one to talk, Summers -- has she maybe heard it before?] The earlier statement still stands. Welcome to Luceti.

[lostinmyway]

Thank you. [Her smile is audible.]

It must be so much fun to live inside a book.

[slaying]

Wow. So, I can tell that this is gonna be a long one.

[Putting on her best patience.] I don't live in the book, I live in a house. In a village. And that village? It's called Luceti.

[lostinmyway]

That sounds very nice.

[slaying]

Nice? Sure. [She is weighing the pros and cons of arguing this one out.]

Look--do you need a hand? Someone to point you village-ward?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, I'd love a new friend!

[slaying]

Close to the mark, but still no cigar.

[She takes pity.] Can you give me a run-down of the scenery?

[lostinmyway]

It's very pretty here. There are lots of trees. It looks like a wonderful place for a picnic!

[slaying]

[...] Uhm, you didn't happen to hit your head getting here--did you?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, my head feels just fine!

[slaying]

You're sure?

[lostinmyway]

Yes, I feel very good. Does your head feel all right?