[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]

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.