First telephone call

[naturalanarchy]

[That clattering is Snufkin turning the phone around several times until he thinks it's right. He started off holding it upside down, and is now whispering and or muttering into the device for fear of waking up his drone wife.]

H-hello? I have no idea how to use this thing...I don't really know who I'm talking to, but...I hope someone can explain

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[realhotinhell]

[ John listens without a word, hand on his hip. He couldn't say he recognized the voice on the other end of the line at all. BBut by the frantic tone, he would say that he was talking to a 'new arrival,' as he had heard the first man he'd spoken to say.
The cowboy stops trying to decipher what he's hearing around halfway through the nervous mumbling, and instead, opts to pick out words he does recognize and cobble those together. What's a Hemulen? He couldn't tell you if his life depended on it. But he's pretty confident in his abilities to identify just what 'I woke up next to some disturbing woman I don't know where am I where are my clothes' sounds like, and he's pretty sure he's hearing it.

That said, John pauses when the other goes quiet, then clears his throat. ]

Reckon yer new around here, then.

[naturalanarchy]

[New around here? That sounds ominous, as if the other man is implying he'll be staying or something.]

Yes, I suppose so...but that doesn't mean I'm going to be staying. I can't stay in a place like this.

[He lets out a short huff of a sigh.]

...But it seems I can't leave either, at least not now. Houses and fences and horribly oppressed flora as far as I could see.
Who are you? Did you arrive here the same way as I did?

[realhotinhell]

... let's just say if you find a way out, there are a ton of folk who would be much obliged if you would share your discovery.
'Cause the roads all lead into one another here.

Somethin' like how you got here, I'm sure. Jus' woke up beside a lady I didn't know, in clothes that wasn't mine, in a place I ain't ever seen before.
The name's John Marston.

[naturalanarchy]

So, I'm trapped here.
...
Well, at least I'm not alone. With that woman.
My name is Snufkin.
This book I found seems to show all the different addresses...goodness, these names are so stupid-sounding...
I suppose I can always find out where you live tomorrow.

[Either way, he's keeping the door tightly sealed until the morning, and sleeping on the couch for sure.]

[vaimoksein]

[That voice....]

Did you say Hemulen?

[naturalanarchy]

Yes, I said Hemulen.
I suppose not many people would have heard of them...they're distant relatives of the family I live with, and I don't really get along with any of them very much.

Then again, I doubt even the nastier ones would be smart or rich enough to plan this entire operation, despite how much these houses match their uptight style of living.

[vaimoksein]

Then you know the Moomins?

....You aren't Snufkin, are you?!

[naturalanarchy]

You know them? I don't believe we've ever ran into each other, but it's nice that someone else knows them besides me.
Yes, that's me. I'm curious as to how you know my name.

[hourai_branch]

Welcome to Mayfield!

[naturalanarchy]

Thank you, but hopefully I won't be staying long.

[hourai_branch]

Well that's not your decision.

[naturalanarchy]

...
We'll see.