un: wooden dice.

[strewth]

[The voice is definitely English, a scouse accent mixing slightly with bits of Cockney, if one is the sort to recognize it.]

Lovely weather we're having in this sodding fishbowl. Nearly reminds me of home. Ah, hfff, something to lighten the spirit. I've got a story.

Have you lot heard of Ellethia? Couldn't tell you how it's spelled; I haven't the foggiest whether we're playing with Fake Latin or fake Greek. Gorgeous country, it is; proper Byronic. Maybe fake Greek, then.

It were haunted.

D'you remember a bloke prancing around during the communal head trip? Stroppy bastard he was, complaining to me about tea and infanticide. Reckon he had more sparkling conversation for you lot. Wore white. Ghosts in your Ellethia said he got a uniform from them. Or from there, at least.

Don't all rush to thank me. Weren't alone. Your girl Lila, she were dead helpful. Distracted the ghosts she did. I'm sure she'll love the credit, hehh.

And that'd make me John Constantine. [It rhymes with Clementine.] Ain't me first brush with ghosts, let's say. Magic, that rubbish, have you ever seen any? The real stuff, I mean.

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[strewth]

[Okay, okay, fine. It's not fun if he falls for it. Speaking more slowly, in English-]

What brothel you in, mate? Nice, or so-so?

Can understand you fine.

[beitangmoran]

Oh, I'm not in a brothel now. My crystal was just secondhand from a brothel worker [hence his... interesting network name that he never bothered to change]and while it has had a few strange moments at times I've never known it to malfunction that much.

Maybe I should find a way to buy a new one, just in case.

But it is a relief that was just temporary. I take it you're newly arrived?

[strewth]

New as anything. Catching up well enough. You got any tips, mate?

[beitangmoran]

Well, I am currently hypothesizing that most of the population up in the city is made of animated dolls, and the place where we are currently contains the only actual living people left in this area.

And I would beware of mirrors. They have proven unfriendly.

[strewth]

Is it a plague that turns dolls into people or people into dolls. Hehh, classic.

Mirrors ain't been friendly to me since '97. I reckon it's a little more personal?

[beitangmoran]

So far, the mirrors we have crossed paths with steal memories and powers, some absorb souls and keep them prisoners as well. Breaking them can provoke disasters.

[strewth]

What happens when you break 'em?

[beitangmoran]

So far, we've seen a blizzard and barely prevented a volcano eruption.

[strewth]

Sometimes I reckon we ought to be rid of the things. No good they've ever done me.

[beitangmoran]

I would re commend caution in the vicinity of one no matter the cause. They're powerful enough the enemy sought to collect the shards of the ones who broke.