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[he_shrugged]

[The radio cuts in, static nearly drowning out an almost harsh voice] Damn- [The radio turns off and on again, the sound of footsteps crunching down the path soon joined by a thick Irish lilt.]

A right mess you have here, and I’ve seen my share of messes. Got yerself a long way to go to beat the top but- [there’s a pause and Atlas’s voice raises]

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[voice]

[mentis_reae]

Head southwards. There will be a pair of buildings, thirteen stories in height: these are called the Tower Apartments. You'll be given lodgings there for free for one month.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

[Have a pause as he digests that] Say the voice of a man who sounds like he's said it all before.

[voice]

[mentis_reae]

You're not the first to arrive so suddenly - nor, I suspect, shall you be the last. I likewise was brought here in the same manner as you, as were all who use this network.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

[dryly] And a large network it seems- and who is our most gracious host?

[madeinoblivion]

Gee, the greeters sure take time with their coffee breaks...unless you've heard the whole talk by now.

How do you need help? Did you get your key and everything yet?

[he_shrugged]

Can't say I go runnin' up to the first man I see flagging me down after waking up to this charmin' place. Not without the means to protect me'self. World's a crazy place.

[have a sigh] What the walls say, is it true? We're stuck 'ere?

[madeinoblivion]

The walls? Oh... all the "Newcomer, Go Home?"

We can't go anywhere. No one leaves this island, once you're here.

[he_shrugged]

There's a way in, there's gotta be a way out. [and a pause.] Yer sayin' it isn't so simple I take it.

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

That depends on what sort of help you're looking for.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

They say knowledge is power, I think I'd start with a bit 'a information. Like what right bastard's holed us up in this place.

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

That's a popular question, but I'm not sure you'll get any satisfactory answers just yet.

If it helps, we're apparently in a place called Canada. Some people here seem to be familiar with it.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

Canada? Well, that's somethin'. Never seen any place in Canada or the US quite like this.

Name's Atlas, 'newcomer' as the walls tell me.

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[pastabullets]

[ baby face. heterochromia eyes. tiny, tiny girl. ah, and bitty ( but bucket loads full of happy ) voice suitable for any pint sized girl. ]

Hello! [ no promises can be made about how 'helpful' she'll be. ]

permavoice~

[he_shrugged]

[well now, a strange little girl is not what this fellow thought he'd see. Not that little girls are particularly good news where he's from. Nope. Not at all.]

Well, there's a right cheerful face. Haven't seen a lot of that on the streets. [friendly irish accent!]

[pastabullets]

Yeah, yeah! There was an earth quake - the ground gets all shaky and stuff - and everyone frowns a lot. I think, it's best to try and be happy, though!

Your voice is funny!

[he_shrugged]

That explains the scenery. [pause. chuckle.] It's called an accent lass, haven't heard one before?

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[taketheearsoff]

I knoooowww that voice.

[That voice...that voice. Sander's expression darkens and he has to slip backstage, easing into a seat and pursing his lips. He knew that voice--knew it like he knew the frequency--...like the lyrics of Rapture's anthem. That very same voice he'd masked over, tuning out in favor of setting the mood.

Atlas.]

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[walkthedawn]

[Taking note of this. Geez, not a good sign.]

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[he_shrugged]

[Have the friendly crackle of short wave static. Well now, who better to live the high drama of this glorified kidnapping than Rapture's own artist?

He settles for a cold tone.] Sander Cohen, there's a voice ya can't misplace.

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[taketheearsoff]

I seeee that even a titan couldn't resist the siren's call...- Atlas. Your - moth - isn't here. Nor is Ryan.

[Cohen quips back as sour as vinegar.]