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Voice // Nobody's real, everyone go home
[Okay so. After wandering around aimlessly for several hours, paying attention to such things as pamphlets and holograms, Espio has decided that this is clearly not a third strange reality he has been tossed into and instead come to the conclusion that unreality is a thing again. ... well, shit.
At least his memory seems correct this time - correct enough for him to realise the place was wrong, anyway. That almost qualifies as a plus! It means he can appreciate the goodness of temporarily having things like hot showers and electricity while he remembered he'd lived for a year without.
Unfortunately, it seems that his nice little self-powered smartphone has been replaced by a clunkier walkie-talkie thing that doesn't even do him the decency of having everyone's contact details. How the hell does one get hold of their favourite idiots like this? Network post?
...network post. By voice!]
Well, I'm lost. And not a soul I know out there, looks like. Unless everyone's just spread out, which'd be just typical.
Has anyone seen Dominic? Or Monty? Or someone else useful?
... this does actually connect to something, I hope...
At least his memory seems correct this time - correct enough for him to realise the place was wrong, anyway. That almost qualifies as a plus! It means he can appreciate the goodness of temporarily having things like hot showers and electricity while he remembered he'd lived for a year without.
Unfortunately, it seems that his nice little self-powered smartphone has been replaced by a clunkier walkie-talkie thing that doesn't even do him the decency of having everyone's contact details. How the hell does one get hold of their favourite idiots like this? Network post?
...network post. By voice!]
Well, I'm lost. And not a soul I know out there, looks like. Unless everyone's just spread out, which'd be just typical.
Has anyone seen Dominic? Or Monty? Or someone else useful?
... this does actually connect to something, I hope...

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Pleasure to meet you, Espio. What tongue is that? [Didn't sound like any nationality he's ever heard of.]
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[...huh? He can't have noticed Espio's tongue is weird, not over audio. What did he mean?]
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You know. Your mother tongue. What land do you hale from? Germany, Italy, Switzerland?