018 - So... uh...

[thinkb4ublink]

Right then. [There's a big old pause here because a) while that sounded firm, Slater's no clue where he is and b) he's not entirely sure this thing can hear him and he's not just talking to a telly. He's revealing his nervousness by rolling a metal slinky back and forth in his hands.] Yeah. Uh. Where am I and... well this ain't home. Not even

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[19centconstable]

[Ohthankgoodness: someone who isn't an American.]

You don't know where you are either?

[thinkb4ublink]

That'd be why I was asking, yeah.

[19centconstable]

I woke up in some policeman's room. His uniform is still here. He also had an orange, so I ate it.

[thinkb4ublink]

That's not much to on, is it? An orange eating policeman?

[19centconstable]

I figured he could probably afford another.

My name's George.

[thinkb4ublink]

Yeah. [Shrug.] Slater. [Right, first name:] Roy.

[19centconstable]

Are you really from London, London? It must be exciting.

[thinkb4ublink]

Oh, yeah. Always stuff happenin', things to do.

[19centconstable]

I'd love to go to the city some day.

Or maybe join a circus.

[thinkb4ublink]

Yeah? [Slater shrugs, he barely listens to the dreams of his 'friends', a perfect stranger's circus dream isn't impressive.]

[19centconstable]

[George is used to people not listening to him. He's perfectly fine with it.]

I like the animals. Have you got to work in London?

[thinkb4ublink]

No free meals, mate.

[19centconstable]

No, I suppose there wouldn't be.

[Not even in the big city, which George imagines has streets paved with...cheese, for some reason?]

[thinkb4ublink]

Right. [Slater fiddles with his slinky a little, he's not one for small talk.]

[19centconstable]

What is that?

[thinkb4ublink]

[After a second to realise what he was talking about and put it down.] Nothing. Something I found.