[Phone]

[deadliestberet]

Um, hey. Is this thing on? Can I start? Alright, er, so some of ya might not know me all that well but my name is Private Preston Marlowe. And I was wondering what everyone knows about this town we're stuck in.

Also does anyone else get the feeling that something...not exactly right is going on here?

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I apologize for his grump at the outset. orz

[kandescence]

[Huff.]

There's nothing exactly right going on here. Unless being in a different world is "right" where you come from.

lol you're fine!

[deadliestberet]

No, not really. But I mean something else.

You say that now. He's just getting warmed up. XD

[kandescence]

What? [He says it with no up intonation at the end, so it comes out sounding as much like statement as a question.]

Sorry for the slowness!

[deadliestberet]

Not sure, just something isn't...right.

Not to worry, I'm in uber-slow mode with a side of jetlag. It's allll good!

[kandescence]

Tch. Then shut up until you've decided what you're talking about.

Lol, alright then!

[deadliestberet]

I do know what I'm talking about.

[kandescence]

[Impatient. He hates people who waste time.] Say it clearly then.

[deadliestberet]

I did, something feels off but I don't what it is. But I do know is that it isn't the fact that I'm in another world.

[kandescence]

Che. And what do you want for that? A load of people commiserating with you, none of you knowing what you're talking about or what to do?

This whole damn place is alike but different. Everything is off, even the date. Don't expect it to be otherwise.

[deadliestberet]

Do you even know what you're talking about or what to do then?

[kandescence]

[So tersely that the sneer is audible in his voice.]

I've been here weeks longer than anyone else in this house and I traveled across this damn country to get here. Yes I know what I'm talking about.