A Phone Call Is Made

[velesdonnersen]

Open Phone Call

 [He's suspicious and well past grumpy, now, and a little worried...but he's also noticed that he's not alone. There are people who seem not to fit, like him. So he's going to try to figure this out...]

Hello?  Hello?

Is anyone else out there? Anyone else stuck from someplace else, like me?

The clothes are strange, the houses filled with ugly furniture, the locals all seem to be Muses... slow, dull Muses.  I can't remember how I got here, and I  have no idea what this is all about.

 

My "wife" says we have a car, but every time I try to figure it out I get a headache...and my spark seems to be gone.  Which is... disturbing.

 

I'm Tarvek.  Tarvek Sturmvoraus.  "Prince," if it matters to anyone.

 

And I'd really like a few answers.

 

[Anyone listening can hear him grumbling and muttering under his breath, huffing, "I feel like such an idiot talking into this thing...."]

 

Comments

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Nice, formal diplomatic voice here, though sincere...]

My thanks, Princess-Captain Ruri. Your help has been invaluable. I consider myself in your debt.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Ruri is fine. Titles are meaningless here, I just thought that since you used yours another may help with the shock. Also, we are all prisoners, it is only logical to help people here."

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Ah. Good -- someone else who recognizes the obligations of honor, rather than just the advantages of rank.]

Of course. Nonetheless, I'm delighted to have met someone who appears to live the ideal. For that alone, I salute you.