[001: VOICE]

[makesfolktalky]

[There’s a loud, exasperated sigh, followed by an irritated Mancunian voice/]

Oh, flamin’ Nora. What’s this supposed to be, The Magic bloody Roundabout?

[Ray huffs, and there’s a scuffing sound as he accidentally kicks the device, which was by his feet. After a moment, he picks it up.]

...What is this? [A snort, then a clatter as the device is

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[freckleddoll]

Er...you alright over there?

[makesfolktalky]

About as right as I can be, findin' meself in the middle of who knows where.

[freckleddoll]

Yeah, arrivin' 'ere ain't ever much fun. Someone explained 'bout this place to ya yet?

[makesfolktalky]

If you're offerin' one, I'd rather you didn't unless you've got one that actually makes sense.

[freckleddoll]

...'m afraid it sounds a bit crazy.

[makesfolktalky]

...Magic, aye? Yeah, I heard that one already.

[freckleddoll]

Don' know that I'd call it magic, but it ain't anythin' normal, that's for sure.

[makesfolktalky]

That's a little better than what everyone else seems to be sayin', at least.

What'd you call it, then?

[freckleddoll]

Bein' brought 'ere...don' know what t'call it. It's the deities that do it, or at least they call 'emselves deities.

An' the rest of the stuff, well. Curses? They're right strange when they 'appen.

[makesfolktalky]

Deities? Bit full of theirselves, aren't they?

This whole thing's right strange, if you ask me. What're these curse things, then? Might as well hear it from someone who in't quite so's gullible as everyone else seems t'be.

[freckleddoll]

No kiddin'. Should 'ear 'em the few times they talk on the Network - that's this thing, by the way - they don' make a lick of sense.

Could be anythin' at all. Some of 'em repeat 'emselves though... Like, I've gotten turned back into a child several times over now. People gettin' stuck to each other, not bein' able to lie, gettin' trapped in other people's dreams... Wouldn't 'ave believed any of it if it 'adn't 'appened t'me though, so won't blame ya if you think it ain't real.

[makesfolktalky]

That don't really make 'em that much different from everyone else 'ere. So far as I can see, no one's makin' any sense. So's the phone sorta thing's called a Network, right?

Just as well you won't blame me. I'm the sorta bloke who 'as to see things for hisself, if they're gonna be so far-fetched.

[freckleddoll]

Trust me, they're worse. An' it's what everyone else calls it. Network or a device...we don't 'ave stuff like this where I'm from, not even telephones.

You'll probably get t'see it soon enough then. Usually we get a curse every few days. An' 'bout once a month we get a full weekend with more'n one curse at the same time. Need t'look out for that, gets dangerous sometimes.

[makesfolktalky]

Blimey. That's all I need... people makin' even less sense than they are now. You don't even 'ave phones? What are you s'posed to be from the 18th century, or somethin'?

Probably jus' a load o' hype gettin' people all worked up over nothin'. That don't make it no better, mind. I'll have to make sure I keep me eyes open for those.

[freckleddoll]

...19th, actually. Was 1889 back 'ome 'fore I got 'ere.

Well, sometimes it ain't too bad . 'm just warnin' ya t'be careful.

[makesfolktalky]

...Oh, bleedin' 'ell. And there I was thinkin' you were actually 'alf-way normal.

I were plannin' on it. Usually pays t'be careful in these sorta circumstances, even without findin' yourself in a city full of nutters.