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

[madeofstoic.livejournal.com]

[ He honestly wasn't bothering with the car, he's terrible with it. ] Not very good with it, Sir. 'Fraid I can't help you with that.

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Brightens.]

Ah! Well, then. Maybe if you need a ride I'll be able to provide one, soon!

In any case...

Um.

It's good to hear your voice.

Stay in touch?

[He doesn't know how to end phone conversations, and secretly doesn't want to anyway. It IS good to hear the Airman's voice, and with his suspicions about the Airman's Sekrit Identity it's also a comfort.]

[madeofstoic.livejournal.com]

[ Don't worry Tarvek you're doing it right. ] Probably a good idea.