poly_chromatic | 1 . VOICE . four calling birds

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oc - peter chadwick

1 . VOICE . four calling birds

[Hello, City. You have acquired +1 hopeless human being, complete with a very English accent and no sense of direction. His voice sounds pleasant enough, at least.]

He - [wait is this thing working

okay, we'll just assume it is] Hello? I'm sorry, I have no idea who I'm talking to, but nothing else will work, and - I need help.

[yes, this pause is meant to be a silent expression of how awkward he feels, and this is why:]

I think - I hit my head. [he's actually pretty sure he did that, if waking up with his cheek pressed against concrete and a nasty headache followed by what he assumes is amnesia are anything to go by.] I don't know where I am or how I got here, and... I seem to be hearing things? [voices coming from a random assortment of birds and a clock ticking, to be exact. With a very pointed exhale (he may be feeling sick in addition to everything else):]

Could someone take me to hospital?

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[If only he'd thought to bring a pen and pad with him, then he'd be able to introduce himself as well. Then again, even if he had, taking the time to write that out might just be a waste of time, so maybe it's just as well that he didn't. Either way...

Jack shakes his head, his way of trying to say it's really no trouble, and offers an arm for him. He could probably carry him if need be, but he thinks it might be a little soon to go that far.]

[It's his turn to shake his head, waving a hand with the beginning of a smile. (It's not like he forgot, exactly, but it takes him a moment to remember what Jack said about talking, which explains the silence.)]

Oh, no - that's all right, I think I can manage. But thank you.

[Well, that's a good sign. Jack smiles in return and gives him a nod, then turns to head in the direction of the hospital. Hopefully he's well enough to follow without further incident.]

[Peter crosses his arms, somewhat uncomfortable, trying to keep his thoughts and expressions as neutral as possible while he follows Jack obediently. He can ask questions when he gets some treatment - assuming he actually needs some - and hopefully the answers will help him get back home, or so he tells himself. His mind decides to be more impatient than that, so eventually Peter speaks up again:]

Is it all right if I ask you some questions? Yes or no answers.