March 23rd, 2015

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[The feed flickers on to show an up-close view of a man's torso, wearing a dark-coloured jacket and plenty of straps.]

Did I do it right...? [Comes the thick, Irish brouge of the man, before he shifts back, revealing his face in the process.] ...I'm assumin' that red light means it's workin'... If not, I probably look madder'n a frog in a sock talkin' to meself like this.

[Shay pushes a hand through his hair, scratching at his head, sighing.]

You all sure do give a man a lot to think through. I mean, Christ, I just got here'n yer talkin' 'bout turtles and consoles... Enough to drive a man t'drink.

[A pause.]

Speakin' of... if any o'ye fine folk could point me in the direction of where I could get a wee dram, it'd be most appreciated. There's gotta be a pub or a tavern 'round here somewhere... O'course, I don't have much in the way of local currency.

[The man sighs, leaning against the desk the console is on.]

This is gonna be a wee problem, isn't it?

((OOC: People are free to encounter him in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel.))