001 [Voice]

[teadrinking]

Who the hell built this thing, American tosh no doubt-- [the voice speaking is quite possibly the most English thing you've ever heard though it's hard to pin down the dialect, it keeps shifting, there's also a slight strain to his tone]Alright, so Wonderland's out the back of the bleeding pub, I'll remember that

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Voice

[ysobritish]

[Oh hey, an English accent. How sweet.]

We're in Canada, in Siren's Port. I can direct you to a decent shop where they sell relatively acceptable tea, although I've long since lost hope that anyone here can make tea properly save myself - and presumably you.

Voice

[teadrinking]

[slight pause while he remembers -- oh yes Canada]

Canada? Are you sure? I've never heard of a city called Siren's Port there before. And thank you, that'd be appreciated, though I'll need to get hold of some money first, I doubt they'll accept the pound. [he's smiling now despite himself] I have vast experience with tea preperation.

Voice

[ysobritish]

Good point. Hold on. [There's a pause while odd sounds go on before he returns and recites the location of the shop.] There's a bank somewhere. You can probably get it exchanged. But yes, this is Canada, apparently. We're in some sort of alternate dimension. Did you talk to the Greeters?

[Oh, he approves of the tea-making.]

Definitely a good thing.

Voice

[teadrinking]

Thank you again, I'll head over there. [good thing his wallets rather full] An alternate dismension, really... [he's thinking this all out slowly] I did, sort of. Bloke was in a bit of a tiff, most I really got out of him was 'darkness is bad, watch out for monsters' and 'you can stay here' before he buggered off.

A life-skill I find. May I ask your name?

Voice

[ysobritish]

Liquid. Liquid Snake. [He's prepared for the imminent laughter now. :|]

Yes, they're not very kind, really. But he got the main points out, at least. During the night time, the monsters come, and the first month you can spend rent-free at the Tower Apartments.

Long story short, you've been pulled in, and you're at the mercy of the thing that pulled you in until it decides to kick you out again.

Voice

[teadrinking]

That's ah... quite an unusual name. [he's not laughing, really, maybe smiling, but not laughing]

[well probably didn't help with the hangover induced ranting he unleashed on the poor man] So stay in at night and look to getting a new place in a months time, that's helpful at least.

I don't suppose there's a British Embassy that would help?

Voice

[ysobritish]

There are no Embassies here. It's entirely cut off from the outside world.

[Sigh.]

There is no way out other than the force that dragged you in here, and it's... not exactly sentient.

Voice

[teadrinking]

Bollocks.

Suppose I'll have to make do, could be worse.

Voice

[ysobritish]

As everyone does. You're taking it better than most.

Voice

[teadrinking]

I'm not holding off hope I've actually simply passed out and this will turn out to be a very bad dream...

However, if this is the reality of what I have to deal with now there's no point getting hysterical about it.

Voice

[ysobritish]

Oh, don't we all wish. This is like a very strange nightmare at first.

Voice

[teadrinking]

Well at least I won't have to hear anything more about the world cup.

Voice

[ysobritish]

...good lord, I pity you, if that was the time you just came from.

Voice

[teadrinking]

Bloody embarassing... Final finished a few hours ago. My time anyway.

Voice

[ysobritish]

The last one in my time was three years ago, in 2002.

Voice

[teadrinking]

2010 was worse, believe me.