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.

Comments

[strewth]

then you know what im talking about
well figure it out
or we wont
reckon id make a good mannequin

[weifinder]

Do give yourself more credit than that! You're twice the personality of any shrieking, poor mannequin trundling around.

[strewth]

ill remind you of this conversation next time im hungover

[weifinder]

My friend, you didn't hear Arabella when told to return to the dollhouse. Or whatever the wording was, you can ask Wrath or Emilia.

[strewth]

good names for a pub crawl

[weifinder]

Never lack for variety around here, that's for certain.