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!

Comments

[kingdom_of_song]

Oh aye. I suppose I'll take a bit of a walkabout in a wee bit.

Where are ye from, around here?

[whatsupcroc]

I'm from the United States back in the 1990's, so way not from here. I'd always kind of wanted to go to London! My mom lived there when she was little.

[kingdom_of_song]

Och... that's a thought. 'Back in 1990.' 'tis the future, for me!

[laughs]

[whatsupcroc]

Hah! You're right, 1990 is the future too, it depends on who you're talking to! What year is it where you're from again?

[kingdom_of_song]

1930-sommat. '31? I think that's right. I dinnae keep close track to dates. I dinnae think I'd make it to 1960, let alone Thirty... eh, whatever they told me the year was when I got here. Numbers are crap.

[whatsupcroc]

Wow, that is so far in the past! Though I'm right with you. Who cares about numbers? They're really only useful in competitions. We can keep them there, nudge 'em to the side elsewhere.