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[disavower]

H-Hello? Can anyone hear me? Oh, this is absolutely mad.

[ susan's breath hitches and she sighs loudly as she starts moving, heels clicking against the floor as she paces. ]

This can't be happening. This cannot possibly be real. [ but, as she trips slightly and lets out a small 'ow!' it becomes very clear that this isn't, actually, a dream. and

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voice.

[payingthepiper]

There's... there's no need to worry, ma'am, since that funeral won't happen until you return.

[-- which is kind of an overwhelming bit of information, so he tries to balance it with:]

But, ah, yes. I'm from England. London. What about you?

voice.

[disavower]

What do you mean it won't happen until I return?

[ that doesn't make any kind of sense. but, then again, neither does anything here. ]

The same, actually.

voice.

[payingthepiper]

Time freezes.

That's great! It's very nice to meet you, Miss Pevensie. I'm Allen Walker.

voice.

[disavower]

How does that work?

It's nice to meet you as well, Mr. Walker.

Voice:

[makes_asteroids]

Several from England. [He sounds ALMOST English anyway.]

Any relation to a boy named Peter, by chance?

Voice:

[disavower]

I have - I had a brother named Peter.

Re: Voice:

[makes_asteroids]

I see.

[Very very gently.] Um...my dear...there is something you need to know, about this place. It may be difficult to understand or hard to accept. But the Core sometimes Pulls people here from different times. For instance people from the same world but from different months or years.

Voice:

[disavower]

That... sort of makes sense, I suppose. I've never seen anything like this device before.

[ she pauses and then lets out another small laugh. ] All of this is insane. I'm having a hard time believing any of this is more than something that would put me in an institution.

voice.

[masterbaiting]

Enough English types, it seems. [Like this one, of course.] Has the realness gone and proven itself yet? Best to get your bearings quick as possible.

voice.

[disavower]

Well, I don't think I'm dreaming. [ but the jury's still out as to whether she's snapped on gone crazy. ]

voice.

[masterbaiting]

Definitely not, because there are plenty of us impossible to dream up. Sorry, Miss Susan Pevensie. About Canada, and your funeral, too.

I'm Earl Alois Trancy of Buckinghamshire. I'd say it's good to meet you but I have to assume that you'd find it less than pleasing yourself, if only for circumstance.

voice.

[disavower]

It's certainly disorienting. I'm not sure I can come up with another word for it, really. I've never even heard of something like this happening.

[ which is a big fat lie, but. well. susan has some issues. ]

voice;

[paterelohim]

A funeral?

[Yes, he's focusing on the important thing.]

I'm sorry for your loss.

voice;

[disavower]

[ oh, that's unexpected and oddly sweet coming from a total stranger. ]

Thank you for your condolences.

voice;

[paterelohim]

[She sounded sad. :c ]

No problem. Uh- who, who was it? They might actually be here. That happened to me- a week ago I saw someone die and when I got here, there he was.

voice;

[disavower]

My family. Both of my parents, my three siblings... The train they were on crashed.

voice;

[wonhisspurs]

[There's a soft clatter, sounding as if someone dropped their NV. Finally after a moment, there's voice on the other end.]

Susan! [Big bro is so happy to see you.] It's Peter, I'm here too.

Are you all right? Where are you?

voice;

[disavower]

[ enjoy this long moment of silence, peter, while your sister starts questioning her sanity even more. when she does speak, well. her voice is even more shaky. ]

No... No, that's not possible.

voice;

[wonhisspurs]

[Take your time, sis. He can wait. But he is worried as to why you're so shaken up. What was that about a funeral? D:]

Su? What's wrong?

voice;

[disavower]

You can't be here. You're dead.

[ oh, man. this means she's the oldest now, doesn't it? ]