1st Illusion // Welcome to Bullshit, Population: Oisin

[between_duality]

[ The video comes on, evidentally as somone was figuring out how it worked. Seeing that it was on, the man exhaled heavily through his nose. He didn't seem too happy. As he spoke in a clear Irish accent, it soon became clear why. ]

So, we're all kidnapped but that's just fucking fine dandy because they've given us some cash and a phone. And apparently this place is very civilised and accomendating to the people dumped here by God knows who for God knows reason why. I'll be leaving a lovely review somewhere. 10/10 kidnapping experience.

But here's the problem; I've got a son I need to look after. I don't give a shit about how nice this place is set out or what the intention is with dragging me here. I need to find and care for my son. I've already gone to the place they send the children they pick up and dump in this place, and he's not there. And if he's not here, then I don't give a fuck if this is the Garden of Eden itself. It can go straight to Hell.

Comments

[feckinboomstick]

Tis a good thing ye ain't required to befriend everyone with a noise hole here, innit?

Cassian Lynch.

S'been a full year since I've heard another man from the Isle at all.

[between_duality]

Not many Irish here?

I admit, it's been a while since I was home...folks moved us out to London when I was a teen and I just never had the means to get back. Fully intend to when I can though. Whereabouts are ya from anyhow? I didn't exactly travel about everywhere and I can't quite place your accent.

[feckinboomstick]

None whatsoever.

Oooh lord, where am I from.

[That was a good question. The name of the area he was born had long ago been rubbed out, and after the removal of Hastur from his mind, the memory had become so distant and faded...]

I've moved around the west and south west coast me whole life. 'Spose it's a mix of 'em all there.

[Mixed with archaic tones that no one heard anymore]

[between_duality]

Ah, makes sense. [ All he could really tell thus far was 'somewhere south'. ] You can probably tell, I'm from the north coast. County Donegal. [ So yes, he was Irish Irish, none of that Northern Ireland, UK rubbish. ]

I'd love to say I'm not used to being one of the few o' us around but that'd be a lie.

[feckinboomstick]

[SOUTHISH WESTISH would be the best guess for anyone. Technically it's nearly an accent that doesn't even really exist anymore. He's done a damn good job trying to keep up with the changing dialect, but it's not perfect]

Donegal is it? I don't go that far north, most of the time.

Don't change much in the end, ye don't need to worry none. For the most part ain't no one gives a tinkers toot about where yer from.

Movin' back to fairy parties for a second, there's one or two of 'em about.

[He knows them personally]

Tisn't hard to stay on their reasonable side, just don't be a prat, one siren and one pooka.

[between_duality]

[ At hearing that there were other fae however, he couldn't hide his interest. ]

A siren and a pooka? Well, ain't that something. There's more fae than Irish in this place.

[ Considering he was both, it put the fae population at 3 over the Irish population of 2. ...both were quite depressing numbers to think about really. ]