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Entry 452; Day 721
Dec. 10th, 2010 07:13 pm[Voice Post]
((Click!))
((The background is filled with sounds: horses' hooves, carriage wheels, costermonger carts, cries, shouts, children running, someone shouting the newest edition of a newspaper, two men laughing, shopgirls talking--the sounds of a city, but not the sounds of the City, or so it would seem... After a moment, sounding somewhat tired, and almost as though he's not sure how best to use his Network device, Cain speaks:))
Riff, I seem--((a little clicking, fumbling, chirping buttons, &c. After a moment of worrying at the phone:))
--there, that's more like it. I suppose it is rather like a telegraph or a telephone, but crossed with a newspaper and with the post. Certainly it is a clever device, and hopefully useful.
((He clears his throat. Tired as he sounds, he also sounds amused. His footsteps and cane click in the background.))
Riff, I seem to have misplaced myself. I remember that I did go out last night--it was a party at Lady Weatherfield's house, I think, but I think I must have gone out somewhere after, since I think I'm rather far removed from anywhere Lady Weatherfield would ever possibly be seen.
If anyone can find me, Riff, I'm quite sure you can, no matter where I've put myself here in town. I suppose that's why you outfitted me with this device. It would make matters easier for you. It's a clever sort of device, as I said. You'll have to tell me more about it once I'm home.
And, well, perhaps after a cup of tea. I think I could use one...
((He trails off... In the background, the sounds of two women, talking, laughing...pausing...then laughing quietly together...fading into the background again...))
And, really, if I'm not found, I may find some trouble instead.
((His footsteps turn...and hurry up again. The rolling, rattling, clattering, noisy sounds around him are softened under the sounds of heavy cloth--the device has been stuffed into a coat pocket. And it takes a moment, a bit more fumbling, and the device is turned off again with a--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: So Cain has gone home (or so he thinks) to 1889~ Now, he has this peculiar device, but, hey, he's a hip, happening sort of earl. He must have picked it up somewhere. Or something. Now, which way is Mayfair? For an ad hoc image of what the City looks like to him today, check out the opening to the Granada Sherlock Holmes series (with adorable Jeremy Brett).]
((Click!))
((The background is filled with sounds: horses' hooves, carriage wheels, costermonger carts, cries, shouts, children running, someone shouting the newest edition of a newspaper, two men laughing, shopgirls talking--the sounds of a city, but not the sounds of the City, or so it would seem... After a moment, sounding somewhat tired, and almost as though he's not sure how best to use his Network device, Cain speaks:))
Riff, I seem--((a little clicking, fumbling, chirping buttons, &c. After a moment of worrying at the phone:))
--there, that's more like it. I suppose it is rather like a telegraph or a telephone, but crossed with a newspaper and with the post. Certainly it is a clever device, and hopefully useful.
((He clears his throat. Tired as he sounds, he also sounds amused. His footsteps and cane click in the background.))
Riff, I seem to have misplaced myself. I remember that I did go out last night--it was a party at Lady Weatherfield's house, I think, but I think I must have gone out somewhere after, since I think I'm rather far removed from anywhere Lady Weatherfield would ever possibly be seen.
If anyone can find me, Riff, I'm quite sure you can, no matter where I've put myself here in town. I suppose that's why you outfitted me with this device. It would make matters easier for you. It's a clever sort of device, as I said. You'll have to tell me more about it once I'm home.
And, well, perhaps after a cup of tea. I think I could use one...
((He trails off... In the background, the sounds of two women, talking, laughing...pausing...then laughing quietly together...fading into the background again...))
And, really, if I'm not found, I may find some trouble instead.
((His footsteps turn...and hurry up again. The rolling, rattling, clattering, noisy sounds around him are softened under the sounds of heavy cloth--the device has been stuffed into a coat pocket. And it takes a moment, a bit more fumbling, and the device is turned off again with a--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: So Cain has gone home (or so he thinks) to 1889~ Now, he has this peculiar device, but, hey, he's a hip, happening sort of earl. He must have picked it up somewhere. Or something. Now, which way is Mayfair? For an ad hoc image of what the City looks like to him today, check out the opening to the Granada Sherlock Holmes series (with adorable Jeremy Brett).]