( [audio] backdated to Saturday )

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Sai--

Aria--

Dom--

M----

Not a fan of these weekends. Too crowded and too many cases of mistaken identity.

Most of you're better off just heading inside somewhere to stay warm. Probably won't be here long. Assuming the pattern sticks as usual.

[ pause, considering saying something else, then decides against it and turns the audio off. ]


[ooc: do not want to miss 4th wall but ridiculous placeholder ;_; rl so crazy ..... /just wants to rp u_u anyway open post! anything goes...]

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[ there was a time he would have hesitated to give it out on a public feed but the truth is the truth and that happens to be time and familiarity hybridize for some semblance of believing he knows what's safe and what's not. they decided it wasn't a dream a long time ago, no thieves in their periphery to steal their consciousness out from under them. so what to fear? nothing as far as names go, and he only gives his first ever anyway, which as it happens has always been laudably common: ]

Arthur.

And you?

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My brothers call me Barsad.

[ It's a name, not his name; he's fairly certain this Arthur would understand. On a statistical line, the chances of a man having the same face as another is higher than one expects, when human faces can only have so many variations.

But two men having eerily similar faces with another pair of men, and finding their way to the exact same place, now there's a coincidence that's pushing the limits of probability. ]

You were from America?

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Interesting name.

[ By which he simply means it's the first time he's heard it outside of a book, and in the book things didn't really end well for John Barsad, but that's neither here nor there. This man isn't exactly screaming Charles Dickens to him, even though by now Arthur knows he's liable to run into someone who does as much as anyone else.

Anyway...

He tilts his head at 'brothers', wondering immediately whether it's by blood or otherwise. There is a sense of formality still here, or is it respect? Not, Arthur thinks, for himself but for the term of it -- 'brothers'. He notes it, his fingers on the tabletop out of sight absently falling and rising with some thoughtless echo of time on the piano - not a nervous tic so much as a motion unconscious. ]

Well yeah, I mean I am from America though.

[ His question of the use of the past tense is apparent in his tone, though not particularly urgent. ]

And you're from ...?