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[bloodaholic]

[After having inspected the seal for long enough Julian thinks he knows what to do with it. Sitting cross-legged on his bed he addresses it in what he hopes is a suitably stern and authoritative tone:]

Now look here - [he falls sadly short of both stern and authoritative and ends up just sounding a bit petulant. He doesn’t usually get to try out his

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[w_oapplause]

What's a buy-your-leaves? And cats suck. Except that one cat, he was a cool dude and I fed him ham.

[bloodaholic]

Er, it means... they didn't ask. Or say please. [ slightly nettled: ] And I'm sorry that you don't like cats - but our cat is lovely.

[w_oapplause]

Magic people-things don't ask, cause they don't have to. And dogs are way cooler.

[bloodaholic]

Well. Magic-people-things ought to magic themselves some manners, I think. And don't get me wrong, I do like dogs too! But - I mean, I'd quite like a dog one day! But only as long as he gets along with Socks...

[potentiaregere]

There is no way out. I suppose the sooner you accept that, the better. You're certainly not the only one who isn't delighted at being dragged here without prior notice.

[bloodaholic]

What do you mean 'no way out'? Surely there's a train station? Or a... a bus service? I see there's some sort of coast line, there must be a boat that goes somewhere at least...

[potentiaregere]

To be more precise, there is none at this point in time. Apparently the locals are working for a way to send us back home, but until then, we're stuck here.

Of course there's no bus service, let alone a train station or a boat.

[bloodaholic]

[ Julian has some very sharp thoughts about Civilised Societies Lacking A Basic Transport Infrastructure - but he can tell this is probably a hopeless case and keeps the thought to himself ]

Right. Well. Thank you very much for the information. [ a stifled sigh ] I suppose it's good to know we're not along in being pulled here like that. How long have you been here?

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

Sorry, but I doubt you'd get far with a train. I have yet to see any sign of rails in this world, never mind a train station.

[bloodaholic]

[ a little sadly ] Yeah, no, so I've gathered. Thank you for the information, anyway... I mean, I'm a little surprised there are no boats? I think I can see a bit of coastline from my window and - well, I would have tried to get hold of one if there were any to be had. It's all rather disappointing.

[justabignobody]

I haven't seen any yet. Well, unless you count the wreck on the beach anyway. But I wouldn't recommend trying; I have... access to other means of transportation and since that doesn't get me off-world, I don't think a boat will.

[bloodaholic]

[WRECK ON THE BEACH - how curious. But Julian is slightly more worried about something else... ] S-sorry, I know this might be a rather stupid question but you keep saying 'world'?

[ Julian's still under the impression that this is somewhere far-but-not-too-far-from-home. Like the Isle of Wight. Or Wales. The idea that it might be a whole new world hasn't yet occurred to him... but now it has, he's suddenly feeling a little anxious. ]

voice;

[beforethetower]

'Train'?

[bloodaholic]

Yes, train. Like, er... a steam train. Or a modern one, like an electric or diesel one? You know... [ he's gesticulating helpfully but obvs not that helpfully given that it's voice :'| ] ...trains.

[beforethetower]

[long silence. WELP.]

Steam? Like an airship?

[bloodaholic]

No, but - [ falteringly:] d'you mean - air...plane?

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[mumdies]

What's gonna happen at sunrise?

[bloodaholic]

Uh. [a little carefully: ] I - it's just, I'm not very good at travelling during the day.

[mumdies]

[Bambi's pretty sure that's a lie from his tone of voice, but he decides to leave it alone.]

Ain't gonna be travellin' anyway. There's no way out.

[bloodaholic]

[weakly:] Y-yes, so I've gathered. Thank you, anyway. So are we just... all supposed to sit tight and wait until somebody figures out how to get us out or something?