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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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[caveatwalls]

English or not, we're still in Canada, I'm afraid.

[He recognizes the name. As if Aslan hadn't been enough to process. No, this was at least manageable.]

[disavower]

So I've been told. It seems... incredibly far-fetched.

[voice] oops

[caveatwalls]

You'll have to accept far worse, so you might as well start off simple.

[Way to be cryptic.]

[voice] s'cool <3

[disavower]

I'm tempted to not ask, but... worse?

[ sherlock, you're not helping the overwhelming feelings here. ]

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[icy_heavens]

[See, Hitsugaya has this little weakness sometimes. Especially when he's feeling down himself. That weakness? Sad girls. Damn it.] Time in your world will halt until you get back.

[The surname she mentions is familiar to him, and he takes a minute to see if she's been answered by Peter. Upon seeing that she has, and the way that conversation is going:] Try believing what you hear, if Peter Pevensie is really your brother. He's here and alive. We've spoken.

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[disavower]

Someone else said that as well.

[ which is really sort of interesting. and while talking to people is making this seem more 'real,' she still can't believe peter's really here. ] He can't be alive. He was on the train. I had to identify his things.

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[icy_heavens]

Then he was taken from an earlier time. That happens quite frequently.

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[disavower]

That's just too much. It can't possibly real.

[video // private]

[youllsayit]

Did you find a guide?

[voice // private]

[disavower]

What do you mean by a guide?

[voice // private]

[youllsayit]

[A small smile] oh, someone to show you around. To point out the monsters along with the grocery stores.

[voice // private]

[disavower]

I've already been told about the monsters. A map would be helpful, but I'm not in any rush to go exploring.

[voice]

[hellisthatnoise]

W-well, I lived in London, but I had been staying in Prussia before I had been Pulled into the port... [There's a lot of static on his end of the feed.]

[voice]

[disavower]

Prussia? [ she can't believe she's asking this, but - ] What year was it?

[voice]

[hellisthatnoise]

The August of 1839.

[voice]

[disavower]

Oh. That's... quite a difference from what I'm used to.

[voice]

[atrumcanis]

We could throw you a funeral, if you like. Well, not you, specifically, but you take my meaning.

I s'ppose that's in bad taste, sorry, but you did ask for countrymen, and I had very short notice in which to prepare materiel.

[voice]

[disavower]

[ that startles a somewhat incredulous laugh out of her. did he really just offer that? ]

Don't apologize. It's... nice to have an attempt at humor right now.

[voice]

[atrumcanis]

I can do a bit better than an attempt, if you'd like to give me another go at it. Or should I shift to seriousness and sound advice? Don't go out after dark, et cetera, though you've likely already been informed of that much, at least.

[voice]

[disavower]

I wouldn't mind a better attempt, if you'd like to have a go at it.