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[bypartisan]

[Is it possibly for a mental voice to sound giddy? Because there's a distinct giddy tinge to By's thoughts, for all that his words come out with his normal, lazy, lightly Russian-accented drawl.]

Byerly Vorrutyer here. We're on Earth, pre-spaceflight, although someone who isn't me will need to get a better read on the actual date and location. Linguistically, it's a hodgepodge. I can hear archaic Russian, a whole host of Asiatic and Romance languages, and something else I can't quite place.

If you can "hear" this, check in. We need to know who we've got to work with.

Comments

[unagreeable]

Urgh! Get out!

[bypartisan]

I'll assume that means you're also Investigating.

[unagreeable]

Worse than demons, you lot! Make about the same amount of sense, too!

[bypartisan]

... nobody told you anything about anything, did they?

[unagreeable]

Told me a lot that made shit sense, they did.

[bypartisan]

If it was about Jaunts and Trumps and such, then unfortunately it was true.

[unagreeable]

I dun really care about that load, jus' want you people outta my head!

[bypartisan]

Try to ignore us until we're done. I'll see if I can exclude you from further contact later.

[unagreeable]

Good. [ Then she's gone. ... Or so it seems- because a while later, she pops back into his head. ]

I'll be in the slummy slums if ya need anythin', or find a good tavern.

[bypartisan]

Noted. And, ah, keep your ears peeled. You might be able to find out valuable information there.

[unagreeable]

What? Information, in the slums? Never.

Dontcha know, only rich people have ideas.