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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[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

[ysobritish]

...I'm suddenly seeing one benefit to being dead by then.

Voice

[teadrinking]

... Pardon?

Voice

[ysobritish]

...long story short, I came here on the eve of my death, in 2005.

Voice

[teadrinking]

I... see. I'm terribly sorry to hear it.

Voice

[ysobritish]

It doesn't matter. There's no reason to be sorry. [Monsters like me deserve to be erased.]

Voice

[teadrinking]

I don't think the end of any [particuarly English] life should be passed off lightly. [feel free to get the strange sense that this is absolutely genuine, all Brits are like his kiddies okay]

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[ysobritish]

...how sweet of you to say that. [Odd, how honest it sounds.]