⚂ [ p o l y c h r o m a t i c ][ AUDIO || 4th wall, anything goes

[specifics]

Same thing every time.

I'm not Tom, Joe, John, or Adam.

...and I'm not an alien either. Even if there's probably a few of them hanging around.

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[prettyknitting]

Put me on.

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[specifics]

[ Never let it be said Arthur hasn't FELT propositioned by a nice cut of cloth before. But um, this isn't one of those times.... ]

[specifics]

[ ALAS... ]

No.

[prettyknitting]

You want to know. You need to know. Is this real life? Is this fantasy? Let me tell you. Put me on.

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[construered]

Aliens? [ There's a dry dip in his voice, and that certain dryness might carry a similar shape and weight. ] I didn't really take you for a sci-fi fan, Arthur.

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[specifics]

This whole people knowing me and me not knowing them thing. Not a fan.

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[specifics]

Depends on what sci-fi.

Who's this?

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[construered]

Seriously? [ A pause. This is, obviously, a dream because Aristos doesn't remember how he got here -- and when your first training session is in a cafe with shards of glass and pavement flying in your face, you tend to remember the lesson. (He also doesn't remember taking along some device with him, but he supposes he's not the dreamer here, so that's that.)

He clears his throat, as if trying to erase the confused frown from his voice before he speaks but it makes it through anyway. ] It's me. Aristos.

[unicornsbtchs]

Aliens? Huh. You can probably help me then. Have you seen my unicorn?

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[specifics]

What?

[specifics]

What do aliens have to do with unicorns?

[ He has a feeling he's going to regret asking... ]

[unicornsbtchs]

Nothing. Except they both don't exist. Or rather they do exist. I can care less. It had a very shiny horn. If it wasn't for that shiny horn, I swear I would have hit it on the drive over here.

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[toorough]

Not much for warm welcomes in these parts, are you?

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[specifics]

[ Pauuuuuuuuuuuse...well it is One of Those Weekends - likely - so he stares at the device a second before replying. ]

They're seasonal. You made it just in time for fall.

Who is this?

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[toorough]

Seems odd to be asking my name when I only know what yours isn't, mate. But as I can't see the harm in it, you can call me Trench.

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[specifics]

Just trying to avoid a case of mistaken identity - yours, I mean.

[needleofmyown]

Who are you, then?

[It sounds as if she might be shaking the device.] What are you?

[specifics]

[ PROBABLY some feedback from all that shaking, he blinks. ]

I'm Arthur and I'm a person. Last I checked.

Who're you? Also, stop shaking the device.

[needleofmyown]

You don't look like a person. Are you in the device?

[She does stop shaking it, poking it instead.] I'm Lommy.

[specifics]

[ Pause. ]

No it's....it's something that lets people talk to you, even when they're somewhere else. I'm not inside - no one is. It's just a tool for communicating.