The sound of the heinously loud sirens is behind his voice, searing his eardrums. It had ripped him from his meditation in a horrible rush, bringing him face-first into the present day. He thanked god that he hadn't been memory-walking before peering out the window at the pea-soup fog.
It looks like New Orleans... That noise is awful, ugh.
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[OOC: Can we pretend that I remembered to log into my character account?]
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I regret to inform you that I am not a wrangler of cattle, sir. Though it is true that we do not know each other. Might I learn your name?
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