Where are the voices coming from...?

[kingdom_of_song]

[video]

I dinnae what a 'netbook' is. The wee woman wasnae very helpful ...

[There are sounds of movement from the netbook, but the picture is dark. It takes a moment or two of rustling around before something comes into view. It's blurred from quick movement, and then an eye appears, filling the screen. It's brown.]

What are ye, now? [The voice is male with a Scottish accent. The picture pulls back to show a man's face; wild dark blonde hair with grey at the temples, a mustache and soul patch that's serving for a beard, and a scowl that conveys a great deal of attention paid to the netbook.]

Magical box. With voices! Well, bugger me. At least it's got a wee typewriter attached.

[tap tap tap on the screen]

'allo, people in the box! What're ye doin' in there?



((ooc: heading to bed, will respond in the morning!)) Back!

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[kingdom_of_song]

[He said time travel, didn't he? Swann's brain does a sideways stumble and goes back into denial mode instead of cracking in half.]

Pish! Yer all havin' me on. Er... wha? Oh. Dr. Kingdom Swann, purveyor of fine medicines and elixirs. At yer service.

[shoesfitperfectly]

I'm afraid we're not. A simple tour of the city should convince one that the level of technology here is far in advance of Earth in the nineteen-thirties.

[kingdom_of_song]

Oh.

[There's a tremor in the video as Swann sits down somewhere with a rather heavy thump.]

I've no idea where to start, Mister...?