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[What greets the feed is a pair of frowning blue eyes and the sounds of buttons being hit on the console, along with the mutterings of a Welsh-accented voice.]

Is this blasted device going to function...? Might be a kick or two will sort it out--

[Thankfully, before he resorts to that, the man realises he's done something correctly and the feed is displaying. He draws back, revealing a tanned, weather-beaten and scarred face, and a nose that looks like it's been mashed in at least once, all framed by a mess of blond hair. The man seems cheery enough, at least, despite his potentially fierce appearance.] Ah-- Ahoy, lads and ladies. Seems I'm a new addition to this little turtle-backed voyage. Name's Edward.

[He almost considered giving a false name, but really, who would recognise him in this place? And even if they did, they'd pose no threat to him, alone and without allies here. In any case...]

This wouldn't be the first time I've been whisked away by some Emperor or another, but I've little reason to bend the knee to this one. [He smiles, mirthlessly.] To business, then. I'd be much obliged if one of you charming bunch could introduce yourselves, and tell me where the best place is to knock back a drink.

[Priorities. So in order.]

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Hmm. Has anyone ever risked their chances leaving the turtle and staying on land permanently?

[It sounds more appealing than being forced to serve some Emperor, if he's honest, but there are also a lot of ways that could go disastrously wrong. Especially given how little he knows about this realm or how dangerous it is, still.]

No one that stayed alive long enough to reap the rewards of their defection.

[ Miranda put it bluntly as she was her wont. ]

Jesus, poor sods. What killed them?

Leaving. In a sense, the creature itself is the only thing really keeping us alive.

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So we are stuck here, then.

[He curses under his breath. If there had been Assassins here, figuring out this mystery would be far easier. Looks like he's stuck blundering through things far beyond him, for now. As usual.]

To put it simply: Yes. Some might find it preferably from whatever hellhole they left behind, but some of us are a touch hot under the collar for being pulled away from all we've ever known.

[ Miranda lip pulled back in a sneer before she recomposed herself to her natural state of little to no obvious emotion. ]

If you don't mind my asking - Are you technologically illiterate?

I can read and write decent enough, if that's what you're asking.

[He shrugs. That would be a "no", sorry.]

No. [ She said flatly before making a sort of waving gesture around her own console. ] I meant you're not accustomed to this as a means of communication.

What gave you that idea? [He feigns a look of surprise, amused. At least he didn't actually go through with kicking the console.] I'm guessing this is all familiar to you.

I make my fair share of...educated guess. [ He was taking this better than she had expected; it was almost prepossessing. ] Intimately. If you were looking to better acquaint yourself.

[Partly he's in the denial stages still, at this point. It makes matters decidedly easier to deal with.]

That I am. If you fancy it, you're welcome to join me for a drink and a chat, perhaps tell me more about this place.

[ Miranda nods; she thinks nothing of helping a fellow foreigner behind on the times beyond a simple side jobs. ]

Sure. I could do with something that isn't the basic piss the locals have on tap; Bresilyk or here?

This Bressy-place, that's the mainland, isn't it? I wouldn't mind seeing it.

[Excellent pronunciation there, Edward.]

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