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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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[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.

[Having spent a day or so lost in the Sahara, he can see how you'd come to that conclusion as a species.]

Guess that's as good a reason as any.

It's still really weird being out during the day.

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