[IC] VOICE TESTING

[curriculum_fictae]

[ There's an extremely nervous, agitated Brit near Sidereal's fountain today. Tall, red-haired, and freshly arrived by the sounds of him. ]

Oh - oh god. You knew that door wasn't supposed to be there, you knew it, and you went through anyway, Martin, you absolute idiot --

[ What's he babbling about? Who knows. There is ... something unpleasant coiled around him, invisible to human eyes, but maybe not to someone more supernaturally inclined. ]

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[wilyserpent]

Yeeeeah, y'pro'bly shouldn't have went through. Did you bring a friend with you too or something?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin yelps at Crowley's comment, whirling and brandishing a very intimidating ... tea cup ... ]

-- Who're you? Wh-where did you come from?

[wilyserpent]

[ giving the most rude expression at the ... teacup. ]

Technically from another world, but I think y'mean where I came from just now. Was just passing by, really.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Look. It's a pretty terrible weapon but he's still going to hold it out in front of him like it'll help. ]

Ah. Just. Another world. Right. Sure.

And ... how did you get here exactly?

[wilyserpent]

Dunno, just sorta popped up one day, haven't been able t'leave since.

How did you get here then?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He turns a few paces, trying to find ... well. ]

It was a - a door. And I thought it was the door back towards the hospital canteen, but clearly not, and the last time I disappeared behind a strange door it was weeks, and -

[ That coiled shadow clings to him, following his movements as he turns. ]

[wilyserpent]

Have a bad habit with doors, do we? That and—

[ he gestures towards him vaguely. ]

Shadowy thingies.

[curriculum_fictae]

I - sorry? What?

[ He looks down at himself, but he can't see anything. ]

[wilyserpent]

[ Crowley quirks up an eyebrow at that oblivious reply. ]

Nah, never mind. Where're you supposed t'be then?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He opens his mouth to insist that Crowley tell him, but snaps it shut instead. ]

In hospital. Well - I mean, I'm not the one in hospital. I'm ... visiting. A coworker.

[wilyserpent]

And y'just turned through a wrong door and then, wham, you're here?

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes. Exactly. Not - not how I was planning to spend my afternoon.

[wilyserpent]

Eh, s'not so bad here once y'get used to it.

[curriculum_fictae]

And. Where is here, exactly?

[wilyserpent]

Dunno, really. Alternate dimension's the best guess, called Sidereal.

[curriculum_fictae]

Sideral. As in - what, the stars?

[ He looks up. ]

[wilyserpent]

Got it in one.

[curriculum_fictae]

Simple enough, really. I am - I used to be an archival assistant.

[wilyserpent]

Yeah? What'd you assist with?

[curriculum_fictae]

Research. Legwork, mostly. Following up on - on statements, and the like. Occasionally crawling into buildings full of eldritch horror worms.

[wilyserpent]

Riiiight, because that's exactly what a regular archival assistant does.

[ still eying that bit of clinging coiled shadow too. ]

[curriculum_fictae]

Well obviously it's not a regular archive.

[ The coiled shadow ... stirs slightly. And Crowley abruptly gets the sense that he's being watched. ]

[wilyserpent]

[ hhhhhuh. Crowley doesn't react outwardly, still with the lanky and casually lax posture. ]

Yeah? What kind is it then?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ And Martin himself certainly doesn't seem to notice. That shadowy eye continues to watch Crowley, but that's about it. ]

A - er. Well, we archive supernatural stories. I thought maybe not necessarily real ones, but they've been. Very real lately.

[wilyserpent]

So what, you go around like a Grimm's collection?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ A nervous laugh. ]

They mostly come to us. One way or another.