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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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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?

[Scratches his head, bewildered.] I happened to notice the expiration dates on some juice they had out... 2012! I thought it very queer, so I asked for a newspaper... fortunately they had some available free, but look!

[He leans over and shows her the newspaper, pointing to the date.] Two thousand eleven! And what's more, it's Christmas Eve... Have we actually... traveled through time?

That's definitely a possibility!

[Time shenanigans are just another day for her.]

[And that's another thing. This little girl's reaction is far too calm, especially if she's really an alien being transplanted from her planet. Or... what was it she said, a "dream bubble"? This is all too much for him.]

Transplanted two hundred miles and three-quarters of a century... and then there's you, it can't be a coincidence. You said you were dreaming??

Whale, no, I just travel between dream bubbles! I'm dead.

[Smile.]

Dead?! [He steps back involuntarily. No wonder Snowy wasn't fond of her at the start. Speaking of which, the dog doesn't seem to like this revelation much either, and scurries behind his master's legs.]

[Why do humans always freak out so much about that?]

It's not as bad as it sounds.

[sakdls;fj..... HE'S NOT USED TO ZOMBIETROLLS, OK.]

So you're a space alien, it's the future, you're dead and I might be, too... [He throws up his hands briefly and lets them fall to his sides.] Anything other surprises you'd like to spring on me? You know, before I lose my mind completely.

An alien from another universe.

[HELPFUL?]

Oh, from another universe. Thank you, that clarifies things immensely. [HINT: IT DOESN'T. He's gotten to pacing now.]

Crumbs... Well, nothing to be done about it now, I suppose. Best if we get in from the cold, at any rate. You must be freezing, unless aliens from another universe are immune to cold.

It is reely cold here, but I'm pretty tough anyway. Alternia was too hot for stuff like this!

[Already starting off down the road... he did get the address of an exchange office, so there's that.]

Alternia? Your planet? Come on, Snowy.

[Feferi nods and follows, because why not?]

Yeah! Trolls are nocturnal, because the sun's too hot usually.

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