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[ Oh dear. That's rather a grumpy face on the other end of the feed. It's the face of a telepath with a pounding headache - not nearly as bad as he would have imagined, given the circumstances, but still rather bothersome, all the same. There is a great deal of exasperation in his voice as he speaks, as if he's a parent reprimanding an errant child that keeps making the same mistake over and over again. ]

I would like to state for the record that this "jumpsuit" is an absolute travesty. I have no intention of wearing it for extended periods of time- [ the bare shoulders visible in shot should be some indication of this ] -and God knows I am incredibly hopeful that in time it might be possible to find some alternative clothing that isn't nearly as criminal as this. I'm practically offended.

[ A brief pause, another faint wince as the headache throbs. ]

In any case, I suppose it was about time to make proper use of this little device. Good day, fellow captives, I hope you're all as delighted as I am by your existence upon this ship. My name is John Buchanan, but you may call me Oxford instead - it doesn't sound nearly quite as dull. [ He smiles, just a tad, and it's unclear why. Maybe at his little jab at his given name, maybe at something else. ]

Finally, a small request; if anyone has some ibuprofen, I'd be much obliged and indebted if they could perhaps share it before my skull cracks in half.

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[Eridan is somehow still completely oblivious to the fact that humans on this ship have never seen a troll before. That being said, he doess notice the half-staring.]

Yeah, sure. [Flippant as hell.] All the greetin's outta the wway, noww you can tell me wwhy you're starin' at me.

I'm terribly sorry, I don't mean to cause any offence. [ Hm. How does one word this politely. ] It's just that you have some features that I've never come across before... I was a little caught off guard, is all.

[Oh, right. The whole troll thing. Eridan keeps forgetting about that being a Big Deal.]

Oh, yeah, wwhatevver. They're just horns. An' fins. You humans are so fuckin' uncomfortable wwith the stupidest things.

[ Oxford raises his brows a little, but shakes his head. ]

Not at all uncomfortable, actually - more intrigued.

[He scratches at the side of his nose. Look at how uninterested he is in being intriguing.]

Oh, yeah?

[ A little shrug. ]

Considering your choice in words - calling me "human", that is - I assume you aren't human, and I can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting many non-humans in my life.

Wwhat a shocker. Evvery human I'vve met here has had that same stupid reaction. [He waved a hand dismissively.] I'm a troll. A seadwweller, to be exact. This is howw evvery troll looks. There's evven another one'a us wwanderin' around, somewwhere, but he's a fuckin' wweirdo.

[ Well, Eridan, Oxford isn't totally sure whether you're entirely on the normal side, but then he can't really talk. He sounds faintly amused. ]

Aha, I see. I'll bear that in mind.

[He is completely normal.]

Not... that it's bad, I guess. I mean, might as wwell stick together, bein' trolls an' all, but still. I'm pretty sure his think-pan got screwwed up royally somewwhere along the fuckin' line.

Finding something in common with another here - besides the whole matter of captivity - can't be a bad thing, even if they are a little on the odd side, or perhaps not quite what you expect.

[ To a certain extent, Oxford is speaking from experience. ]

I guess. I'd rather fuckin' be around people that don't wwig the fuck out.

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