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morning 114 | @ASolomons

[devoutish]

[Alfie wakes up in building 117, confused and disoriented - he's in an unfamiliar place, it's freezing, there's a strange device making noises at him, and he most definitely does not have his gun. He stalks around the house a bit before doing anything else, but eventually, he comes back to the room he'd woken up in and turns his attention to the thin metal box.]

All right, all right, all right.

[It takes some fumbling, but he eventually gets it started up and broadcasting. He has a deep voice and a thick Cockney accent, and he’s speaking under his breath, clearly mumbling to himself.]

Fucking hell. Registered. Yeah? Now fuck off.

[But he does seem to be aware of the fact that he's broadcasting, because his next words are louder and clearer, and obviously directed outwards.]

Right - who’s on the other end of this, then? Speak.

@standardissue; voice

[deus_ex_phs]

[The voice that replies certainly isn't British in any form. Maybe not an accent Alfie's ever heard since, well, its owner isn't from Earth at all.

But details.]

You're broadcasting to the entire Norfinbury network right now. There's quite a few of us here. I'm Kain. Who're you?

[Kunsel's still being cautious with his name.]

[devoutish]

Solomons.

[When just one name is given, he assumes it's a last name, so he responds in kind.

He's also figuring out how to look at other broadcasts, so there's a lengthy pause as he listens to Steve's explanation.]

You know how this sounds, yeah?

[He won't disbelieve it, because walking around in denial of something that's right in front of him would be silly, but he just wants to confirm that they all do, in fact, understand that it sounds completely unbelievable.]

@totheark; text

[0thingsonmymind]

every one

everyone stuck
here

[devoutish]

I can see that. Who are you?

[The use of text, when there are other options available, is automatically suspicious to Alfie - he sees it has hiding, especially with just a pseudonym attached to the message.]

@enhance; voice

[plundering]

We don't get a "please"?

[But hey, he seems interesting, judging from his reaction, so...]

This is an elaborate contest to see which of us can freeze to death the slowest. Hope you bundled up.

private

[devoutish]

[He thinks his fingers may be losing that contest right now.]

Who's winning?

@duster, voice;

[bywolves]

Everybody, apparently. [ Royce sounds grouchy. This is a common thing. ] There's a way to make it a private conversation but I don't know how to do it yet.

[devoutish]

Here.

[And private they go, because it's his preference too.]

Bit of a surprise having everyone talk to you at once, eh?

@zd; voice /threadjacking

[swatsflies]

[It seems you are having issues with that! Clippy Zell is here to save the day!]

Yo! There should be an option to filter the conversation. You have to select the person you wish to filter it to every time when you're the one doing it.. You can also hit up their inbox. I can send you pictures of what to select if it'll help.

@Ecks | text

[ecks]

[As always when faced with a direct command, the compulsion to obey comes. This time she doesn't clamp down on it fast enough; there's a brief burst of ambient sound from a crowded house as she turns on her voice function to speak to him, then turns it off again and switches to text.]

All of the people are on the other end of this. Currently I am on the other end of this. I am Ecks. Have you read the survival guide?

[devoutish]

Yes.

Why did you change to typing?

@hotstud_xxx; text

[rubikscomplex]

[House's reply doesn't come until later in the day.]

you're also talking to the assholes keeping us here
feel free to bitch at them

[private]

[devoutish]

They haven't shown themselves. But I heard they could be reading this right now, private or not.

@Spoiler ; voice

[spoileralert]

No.

[ Her recent death and current dizziness have done nothing to curtail Steph's level of sass. ]

[private]

[devoutish]

At least you know how to use your voice.

[Norfinburians these days and their texting.]

@milkevoli; voice - later in the morning for sake of not overlapping info

[brokethefirst]

[Oh. He's Cockney. It's a little different to the speech she was used to with G-OLM, but it still pinpoints him easily enough from Earth. A small comfort, at least.

Her voice is meekly calm, the accent a typically standard American.]

I'll take it you've got the basics already, seeing everyone's responses.

Have you been able to orient yourself yet?

[devoutish]

Yeah - a bit, yeah. I'm oriented.

Have you got more information, then?

@quark; video

[averytinyparticle]

Hello. My name's Quark. There's a bunch of different people here, but probably not anybody you know from home.

[With hope, Alfie doesn't throw his tablet away from him like Royce did--not that Quark actually saw it happen.]

[devoutish]

[Luckily, Alfie has a bit of experience with the video function now. He still finds it very weird, but it's not a surprise.]

Let's hope not, yeah? Wouldn't want any of 'em stuck here. You hear of anybody else from London?

@besame; video

[1946redvelvet]

[The accent startles Peggy - she isn't used to people sounding so much like home around here, even if his accent is a lot less polished than hers. Peggy sets up to send a reply, as usual using the video function. She's not very good at anything else.]

Hello? You're currently broadcasting to all of us, as you probably know by now. Welcome to Norfinbury. My name's Peggy.

@besame; video

[devoutish]

Right. Captain Rogers' friend.

[He's been told a few things (though in this case, not by Steve himself).]

From London, yeah?

@hsiaoke; voice

[heavensreader]

[The accent immediately captures Kesara's interest, despite her wariness of strangers and newcomers. London. That's a London accent. She's heard it from the officers and the men. London, the great shining home over the sea.

Crude, though. And someone who doesn't like to be registered. She considers her approach, still moved by suspicion in her gut. Voice to begin; that sounds like a man who wouldn't worry much about a girl-child. But something interesting that he wouldn't dismiss, either...]

You're from Earth, aren't you?

[devoutish]

That's right. Camden Town, London, England, Great Britain, Europe.

[He's quickly taken to just listing out as many stats as are relevant - neighborhood, city, country, continent - in case somebody's at least familiar with one of them.]

Ever heard of it?

@j; text

[advanced]

[The voices from the tablet keep making him jump as he investigates the house he's in and tries to read the survival guide. It makes him want to throw the thing against the wall, that might be the most sensible option anyway in case it's bugged, but caution stays his hand for now.

The English voice catches his attention. Someone new? Like him.

Maybe.]

Identify yourself first.