1 . VOICE . four calling birds

[onset]

[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?

Comments

[onset]

That's... disturbing.

[trenchknives]

Shit, tell me about it. 'n then ya got the curses, too.

[onset]

['Curse'? Someone mentioned that word before.]

You'll have to tell me what that means.

[trenchknives]

Yeah, um, basically sometimes... well, most days, really, weird shit happens. Sometimes dangerous shit, sometimes irritating shit, sometimes funny shit... but always completely random, 'n always outta our control.

[onset]

Like experiments?

[trenchknives]

Right. Like that. And sometimes they're just a pain in the ass, but sometimes they can be really serious.

[onset]

Could you give me some examples?

[trenchknives]

Well, uh, sure. One time there was this really messed up circus in town that was kidnapping people and turning them into circus freaks. But sometimes you get a curse where you just wanna dance with everyone, or kiss 'em, or somethin'.

[onset]

Wh - kidnapping people? [turning them into circus freaks? What the-] What happened to them?