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001 ♦ Jesse Finch ♦ Audio

So I've got three guesses as to what this is right now. [ The voice that comes through the communicator is quiet and calm. The undertone to this voice, however, is not at all -- there's a hint of panic and a whole lot of anger underneath. ] One, I traveled back in time to land in some Twilight Zone-Silent Hill bullshit. Two, I've finally cracked and I've gone insane, which, y'know, could be worse, my brain coulda put me in somewhere much more terrifying than a room with a camera -- or three, I'm dreaming. [ Which is what he's afraid of. There's a beat, and then the sound of a lighter being flicked on, a cigarette being lit. ]

Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]

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Make sure you get it on the right camera. I'm sure some people here wouldn't mind seeing your mudwrestling or your shower shenanigans or what have you, but then again, I don't think they're the majority. Sorry bucko, nothing personal.

[And his favourite question. Which name should he pick this time? Oh, screw it.]

Britney Spears. Pleasure's all mine, kid.

[It's easier than trying to explain that he's not the evil Loki, after all, and it's a lot less potentially awkward than giving out his real name.]

[ Okay, that makes him laugh. But he doesn't question it. If people don't want to give out their names, he's not going to force it. ]

Aw fuck, I didn't know I was talkin' to someone so famous. I'd tip my hat t'you if I had one. [ He takes a moment to get back to his forgotten cigarette, and then: ] So, Britney, are we feeling like giving the dumb newbie some answers to very important questions? Or is this strictly a hazing?

Don't sweat it, pal. I'm generally content with just curtseys. As for the important questions, well, I do usually stick to hazing. But in the case of a gentleman willing to tip his hat, I think I can make an exception. Can't be rude to a guy with such good manners. Go for it.

Oh, I do declare, m'pleased as punch that you'd do such a thing. [ That's a terrible Southern Belle accent, Jesse. ] How many people are here? And how much danger does this place run into?

There's about thirty of us, I reckon. The danger's not too bad. There was an ... incident, with a crazy demigod, and there were wolves that one time and there are mad scientists who beat people up sometimes. And for some reason a few people've lost one of their senses recently.

[He pauses to think about that.]

So, y'know, nothing life-threatening, but it's not exactly a pile of puppies or whatever.

[ Snort. ] Yeah, that totally sounds tame. But alright, nothing I can't handle - what about exits? M'assuming there are none and that people have bothered t'look for ways out.

Nah. We're just sticking around here for the scenic views and the fresh sea breeze.

If I missed out on getting a straw hat and a fancy mixed drink on arrival m'gonna be pissed.

Sorry pal, it's not tourist season. You shoulda got here in the Fall, there were hula girls and everything.

Dammit, so yer telling me not only do I have t'bring my own mud for wrestling, but I don't even get t'see girls in grass skirts or get my very own Hawaiian T-shirt? Bullshit.

Alright, how about alcohol. Cigarettes. Tell me we got those here. [ What, he's got his priorities. ]

Well, we have girls and we have grass. You can probably make your own hula dancers. As for cigarettes and alcohol, yes, Gallagher, we do have those. Our hosts aren't complete sadists.

Oh yeah, that'll go over well, askin' the ladies to hula dance. Not creepy at all. [ The grin is evident in his voice though. ] Good, though. Nobody wants t'see me when I don't got cigarettes.

Well, maybe if you start it off, they'll all wanna get in on the fun. Might make a trend out of it, who knows?

[Or maybe 'Britney' just wants to get the newbie to do something silly.]

[ Snort. ] Why ain't you asked 'em before, then? You're more famous than I am, you got more influence. They all girlfriends who wish they was hot like you, Britney. [ Jesse that's the Pussycat Dolls. ]

[Gabriel doesn't know any better, one of many reasons why the Britney Spears disguise isn't one of his more usual disguises.]

I don't wanna abuse my power, kid.

Probably wise. Hey, I'll ask around bout hula dancing and let y'know the results, how 'bout that?

Thanks, kiddo. I'll keep it in mind if you ever need a leg up in showbiz.

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