[ Action | Voice ]

[suitedforcoffee]

Jack...?

[The snow crunches under Ianto's feet as he looks around. There's a long, silent pause before he speaks again, and then the crunching resumes rhythmically as he begins to walk.]

Right, this is... I have no idea what this is. I have no idea where this is, but I'll have you know this isn't my diary. I don't even know why I picked it up

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[voice]

[soulbait]

[Nice accent man. But Ciel, warm in his nice posh home is ... well mostly he's just being frustrated at everything, so here, have some belated trolling]

If you are so grateful for this new life you might do well to avoid death by exposure. I can only assume that would be a terribly embarrassing way to pass for a second time.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

No. That hadn't occurred to me. I'm out in the snow half-naked because I thought it would be terribly clever.

[The sarcasm is thick with this one, Ciel. He's accustomed to trolls.]

[voice]

[soulbait]

[But I am a posh 19th century noble I exist to troll the common man.]

Well, falling to frostbite before even finding civilization certainly would be a clever form of protest to your current situation.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

I think I'll stick with writing a scathing letter of complaint to the management, thanks.

[voice]

[soulbait]

How unfortunate, I fear it shall never be received.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

[He tisks]

The post just isn't up to standards these days, is it?

[voice]

[soulbait]

Unfortunately not. Far too much stock is placed in these magic books instead.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

I don't know about that, your message seems to be coming through loud and clear.

[voice]

[soulbait]

Ah, if only I were the management. Communication among the powerless, such as occurring as we speak, does little to change the overall situation.