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[Traffic may be delayed today due to an accident on Westminster Bridge. A young man driving a 1930s-era car reportedly "came out of nowhere," lost control of his vehicle on the ice, and somehow veered into oncoming traffic. No one was hurt, but the driver, holding a white dog in his arms, seems a bit disoriented as he explains the situation to the police.]

I'm telling the truth, sir! I know it sounds mad, but I wasn't in London until a moment ago. And it wasn't... snowing.

... No, I have not been drinking!

[SAVE TINTIN PLEASE, HE'S SO CONFUSED.]

((ooc: leaving soon for Christmas Eve stuff but I will tag back after that!!))

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Shore!

[Feferi is more than happy to lead Tintin away from the police officers--she doesn't want him getting culled or anything like that. It's not until they're out of earshot she speaks up again.]

A what?

Thank you.

[Sweet, he wasn't entirely expecting that to work! Snowy tags along as they head down the street. When she asks the question, though, it takes Tintin a second to recall what she's referring to.]

A telephone. I am going to call a tow, I wasn't making that up. But - listen. What exactly are you dressed as?

Like a laptop?

[She tilts her head.]

I'm not dressed as anything.

[He'll worry about the whole "what's a laptop" thing in a second. One conversation at a time.]

But - no. [Standing squarely in front of her now. He is.. probably not much taller than her sklfjkd.] The horns, the - the tiara, the grey body paint. What's the occasion?

I'm a troll, duh. It's not paint or anything, it's all reel!

A troll? What do you mean? [She doesn't look like a troll from any folklore he's ever read.]

A troll from the planet Alternia. [She drags "troll" and "Alternia" out as if he were stupid.] Another planet? An alien?

[Wow, wait. Is she really claiming to be a space alien.....? Then again, he was in Brussels not ten minutes ago, and now... Is that the connection? That both their stories sound insane? Granted, hers more than his, but...]

All right. Let's go with that. Assuming, however it may be possible, that that is the case - then what are you doing on Earth?

[Meanwhile, Snowy's getting a little snarly at her again.]

[Ignoring Snowy, for now.]

I don't know, what were you doing on the bridge?

Besides wrecking my car? To be honest I haven't the foggiest. I'm meant to be just out of Brussels, not on the other side of the Channel.

[Believe you me, his mind is racing with possibilities for how he got there, but he hasn't got the evidence to suggest any one over another. She's the key, she's the only lead he's got.]

How did you get to London? Do you know?

Is that where I've washed up?

[She looks around at the scenery.]

I went into a new dream bubble, and here I was!

Is this all a dream? That'd explain a lot. [sigh. so not only that, but she was standing right next to Big Ben and didn't know she was in London. and she thinks she's an alien. okay. he runs a hand over his hair, which flattens his quiff for about three seconds before it pops right back up again.]

You could be dreaming, but I don't think I'd be in your dream. Still, it's exciting!

[She glubs a bit, for emphasis.]

[Tintin... actually can't argue with that. Getting knocked unconscious three or four times in an average day, sure, your dreams can get pretty weird, but even his subconscious has its limits. Her enthusiasm is undeniably contagious, though, and he finds himself smiling.]

Heh, it's certainly that. [looks around briefly] All right. Don't they have the red boxes - ahh, there we are. [He homes in on a red telephone booth not too far away and skirts around Feferi to head toward it at a trot.]

[Feferi follows.]

Is that what you were talking about before?

[Snowy, meanwhile, follows her. She better not try any funny business!! - is what he might say if he were not a dog.

Tintin looks over his shoulder as he walk/runs.] Yes. In London they've begun putting public telephones in red boxes. Not to say anything of the aesthetics, but at least it's visible. [Opens the door and slips in...]

[Peering in at him and circling the box curiously.]

[Tintin shuts the door of course, and Snowy is GUARDING IT LIKE A MOFO. Every time Feferi comes around he's gonna sniff at her and put his ears back just so. ~~In case it has not been made abundantly clear already the dog does not particularly care for her.~~

Meanwhile, Tintin has encountered a problem with the phone. Okay, problem(s) plural. First is that apparently the phone uses buttons instead of a dial? Second is that all he has in his pockets is Belgian money, OOPS. He comes back out of the booth within a minute or two, looking a bit miffed.]

Well, forget that. We'll have to find someone kind enough to let us use theirs. [Shaking his head, and mostly talking to Snowy at this point-] Sixty pence it wanted! That's francly ridiculous.

[Well, Feferi doesn't know what pence are, but she can assume it's some sort of cost for the phone.]

Is that a lot? It doesn't sound like much.

[Given how much things in SGRUB cost.]

Well - hmm. I don't know the exchange rate offhand, and it's 240p to a pound anyway... ah, hang it. Wait here a moment, I'll try the shop there.

[He heads off toward a nearby Tesco Express. Snowy tries to follow, but Tintin stops him.] No. Snowy, stay with her, I'll just be a moment. Don't let anyone give her any trouble, all right?

[So he goes inside, and Snowy'll trot reluctantly back to Feferi and sit down nearby. God, the things he does to be a good dog.]

[Feferi crouches down to get a better look at the dog.]

You're Snowy, right? Hi.

[Hmph. Snowy pointedly looks away! He is supposed to be keeping people from giving her any trouble, but Tintin did not say he had to socialize with her!

(Unless she has food or something.)]

[Feferi tilts her head at it.]

You're a little grumpy gills, aren't you?

[She seems amused, though, and grabs a hotdog from someone walking by to offer it to him.

What, they should have guarded it better if they didn't want it taken from them.]

[Hmph! You can't win Snowy over so easily. Bribery will only... will only......... okay he'll start eating the hotdog out of her hand. ~~The Dog Social Link has reached level 1! You can now create Personas of the Dog arcana!~~

About this time, Tintin comes back out of the store, brow furrowed and murmuring to himself. Under his arm is a newspaper. He unfolds it as he's approaching, and as he comes back...]

Great snakes! But - that's impossible!

[Success! Feferi looks over at Tintin when he returns, though.]

What's impossibubble?