.001 | Voice.

[paradoxlol]

[There's a faint rustling of papers. ARTHUR'S ALREADY TAKING NOTES ON YOU. Like a creeper c: When he speaks, he sounds thoughtful... oh, and kind of like Rex. Minus the crazy.]

So. According to the Admiral, the passage of time moves much more slowly here than in the real world. Seconds become months, become years. Perfect for getting a job like this done without anybody knowing you're gone. However it seems here, it's quite an efficient system if you think about it.

At least, in theory. I'm sure all of you know how often the best laid plans live up to expectations.

[There's a brief pause, as he lightly taps a pencil against his notepad, then he speaks again.]

Does anybody remember how they got here? Not the events that brought you here as an Inmate or a Warden; I mean actually arriving on the ship.

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YOU LIKE SNARKY BRITISH GUYS, RIGHT?

[bigbad]

Didn't give it much thought.




...bloody hell. This could explain all those people who say I was here before when I don't remember it.

ARTHUR CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM

[paradoxlol]

It doesn't look like you're in the minority there.

Are they at least using your actual name? [AND NOT THIS "REX" CRAP.] Because I'm certainly getting a few cases of mistaken identity, myself.

[bigbad]

Well, it's not like it's the first place I've ended up somewhere without much go-between.

Weird. Any chance you've got some sort of twin you never knew about?

[paradoxlol]

Yeah? I'm beginning to wonder if I'm one of the few who haven't.

Something like that. The universe seems to have a limited number of faces.