01 ▮ voice

[halves]

[Deep breaths, Lou, deep breaths. He's still practicing this exercise about a split second before the recording begins, shifting his focus to it immediately, superficially ready to laugh and quip at this silly challenge someone has proposed (forced) him to take part in.

It's nothing but pure nerves, he assures you.]

This is... definitely the most fucked up thing I've ever seen.

[There's an exhale, not quite a laugh. See? Nothing but nerves.]

I guess I'm supposed to say hi now.

Hi. I'm the new guy.

... I think I lost someone's cat.

(ooc: disorientation = Lou doesn't remember the cat is actually his. And madam Cambridge is going to find it! Feel free to run into a man carrying around a small dead cactus and a pack of cigarettes, if you want to go for an action thread.)

Comments

[jilt]

Good.

Are you going to introduce yourself?

[halves]

Lewis. Call me Lou.

[at least he can remember that much.]

[jilt]

Lou.

[ so informal. ]

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lou.

[halves]

I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to make yours, too. Whenever you tell me your name.

[jilt]

Miss Irene Adler.

[halves]

Well, Miss Irene Adler. [beat.] Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Where are you from?

[jilt]

Originally, or recently?

[halves]

Whichever's the most relevant.

[jilt]

Most recently, I was in London.

[halves]

[pause. At least this is a good enough distraction as he trails about, trying not to freak out...]

What's it like these days?

[jilt]

Oh, much the same for me, but greatly different for you, I'd imagine.