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[psychoticracer]

[The voice is young, accented with faux British, and positively rings with arrogance.]

Where am I?! This isn't my room - Nan, are you there?

No, she wouldn't be, she works off days, so -

...

If I've been kidnapped for ransom, you're going to be disappointed. Idiots.

And if this is Flin pulling a joke - you're going to regret it. Doesn't

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[Audio//French]

[chorusangel]

[Hey, it's someone who sounds about her age! He's not speaking French or Swedish, but that's not about to bother Chrissie. She wants friends in this big, scary place!]

Hello! What's your name?

[Audio//Common] O hi

[psychoticracer]

I... don't understand you.

[Text]

[chorusangel]

[And Chrissie doesn't understand Erol, either, so she has no idea what he said. What he's speaking sounds a bit like a language she's only heard a few times before - Anglais? - but Chrissie knows nothing of it. She's about to give up and maybe talk to the girl who said she knew her, when she remembers writing things to whoever it was that said she sang well. Eh, it's worth a shot.]

Hello! Can you read this?

[Text]

[psychoticracer]

[Hey, it's text. Why is it in Precurian if she can't speak it? Weird.]

Yes I can
Who are you?

[Text]

[chorusangel]

[Christine is wondering the same thing! Except, y'know, about French rather than Precurian.]

Good! I'm Christine. What's your name?

[Text]

[psychoticracer]

[Nuh-uh it's TOTALLY Precurian.]

I'm Erol
Where are you from?

[Text]

[chorusangel]

Sweden but I live in Paris. Want to be friends?