Voice Test: no spoilers

[finefuckery]

[ There is a man in your bedroom! Or your kitchen, or just somewhere that is yours really. He is dressed head to toe in highly functional black leather, and has an incredible greying mane. He smells like sweat and the sea, and inexplicably of... lavender?

And he's touching things. He's touching everything. Just casually picking up trinkets and turning them over in his hands. ]

Now this? This is neat. This is cool. What do you call this?

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[finefuckery]

Why, you got any lemonade?

[curriculum_fictae]

No, I haven’t. I’d have to pop round to the corner shop.

[ He flips the tea kettle on and turns back. ]

[finefuckery]

[ He is noticing that spine though. And isn't that interesting? ]

Oh don't trouble yourself on my account.

[curriculum_fictae]

Wasn’t planning on it.

[ He gets down a mug with the words Magnus Institute emblazoned on it in green. ]

What’s your name, anyway?

[finefuckery]

[ buddy I can't read ]

Aaaah, Ed.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ alas

Anyway, he pours the water into the mug with the teabag and waits a moment to let it brew. ]

Ed, then. I’m Martin. Nice to meet you.

[finefuckery]

Pleasure I am sure.

[curriculum_fictae]

I mean, I'd be more pleased if you weren't robbing me, but given Helen's tossed you in with me, I suspect that's not going to to the way you planned.

[finefuckery]

Nah, but it's a bit of fun, innit? Definitely didn't expect to be on land today, 'specially not in- where is this again?

[curriculum_fictae]

London.

[finefuckery]

London! Wow.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yeah, well. The view's hardly the best, but it is still London out there.

[ He gestures at the window!! ]

Where did you come from?

[finefuckery]

[ pressing his nose to the window ]

Nassau, most recently.

[curriculum_fictae]

... That's quite a ways. What were you doing there?

[ He comes over with a steaming mug of tea. ]

[finefuckery]

Oh, this and that.

[ taking the tea :> ]

Cheers, mate.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ DIMLY FRUSTRATED NOISE, but lifts his own mug. ]

Cheers, then. Fine.

[ SIPS ]

Well, unless Helen decides to take you back, I'm afraid you're likely stuck here for a while.

[finefuckery]

In London? Fuckin wild.

[curriculum_fictae]

Very much so. But I can at least likely find you a hostel or something.

[finefuckery]

Oh, you mean a while. Huh.

[curriculum_fictae]

Well, yes. I'm not sure how to get to Nassau from here.