first memory | voice;
[When the feed starts, the voice is angry, and seems to be arguing with a Greeter. A barking dog can also be heard.]
-telling me I should talk to people through a music box? Really? Do you honestly expect me to - fine, fine!
[There’s a short pause, where the sounds of hurried stomping can be heard, along with a continuation of that barking.]
You know, when I asked for a sign, this really isn’t what I had in mind. “Use this to look for someone you know.” Well, sure, that would be fantastic if I actually knew who I was looking for! [She pauses after a noise of anger.]
How am I supposed to get to Paris from here? I don’t even know where Siren’s Port is supposed to be!
[There’s a sigh, and a thud as she sits down, frustrated. Then, the sound of barking gets louder, and the sound of rustling fabric joins it.]
Hey, Pooka, no! Pooka, stop that! Pooka!
-telling me I should talk to people through a music box? Really? Do you honestly expect me to - fine, fine!
[There’s a short pause, where the sounds of hurried stomping can be heard, along with a continuation of that barking.]
You know, when I asked for a sign, this really isn’t what I had in mind. “Use this to look for someone you know.” Well, sure, that would be fantastic if I actually knew who I was looking for! [She pauses after a noise of anger.]
How am I supposed to get to Paris from here? I don’t even know where Siren’s Port is supposed to be!
[There’s a sigh, and a thud as she sits down, frustrated. Then, the sound of barking gets louder, and the sound of rustling fabric joins it.]
Hey, Pooka, no! Pooka, stop that! Pooka!