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[trust_us_with_your]

Test, test. Test, test. One, two. One, two.

[For those who come from worlds with television, the voice is distinct: It bears the cadence of someone who has addressed cameras on news and maybe even the weather, crisp and professional.]

Right. Straight to the point: I go by Vox, and I'm doing a little outreach. I'm curious about the salvaging situation, namely in scrap metals or any other fine parts, and looking to keep my hands busy.

Let's just say I'm technologically savvy.

[One can hear the grin in the voice, maybe even the little eyebrow wiggle. What CAN be heard is something akin to metal tapping a rhythm upon a nearby surface.]

That aside: What eludes to a degree that vexes me is a bit of stitching. Got an associate back home- a real witch with a sewing needle- who would kick my ass for trying, so anyone who can keep something from falling apart is invited to get in touch for something else I'm working on.

[Tap tap tap.]

...So is that dinosaur moose thing a regular feature around here, or did I have a really unlucky smoke break?

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[purplexing]

Vox, huh.

I've been salvaging every chance I get, out of habit. I guess I can spare a box.

Haven't been doing much mending lately since I've been more focused on technical projects, but Jack's been more or less the self-appointed tailor for our charming caravan. I'm sure he'll be happy to help you out.

[cetrary]

Nice to meet you, Vox! Or does just talking like this really count as meeting? [ close enough. ]

I'm new myself so can't really say if it's a regular feature but...were you hurt by it?

voice;

[propatriamori]

[The voice on the other end of the line has a soft British accent, not one as crisp as Vox may be used to.]

I'm afraid I'm unable to help you with anything technological, but I can supply you with silk for your sewing needs.

And no, dinosaur moose aren't typical, but not entirely unexpected either. The wildlife is... unique, shall we say.

[trust_us_with_your]

Oho! Generous...! Coming in clutch! But I'm sure I can make it worth your while in some way or another if you decide to part with any.

Jack... Jack... alright. I'll keep the name in mind in the meantime. And you are...?

[trust_us_with_your]

How about we chalk it up as an 'encounter' for now?

[The question garners a good-natured laugh.]

Scuffed up, but alive! I've handled worse from my shark on a 'zoomie' day.

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[trust_us_with_your]

Silk, of course...! ...We talking the cloth or thread?

[Where the fuck did you find silk around here, thought a guy who will probably find a stash of preserved eggnog tomorrow, confusing him further.]

Yeah, I'm getting that impression after the weird cyborg dogs, too. I think I'll take the lot over the crap skittering around back home, though.

[purplexing]

Stop by the Turtle Tank and I can hook you up. Hard to miss it.

Name's Donnie.

[cetrary]

I'm glad to hear that. I mean I'm sorry you had the encounter at all, but glad you were just scuffed up.

You have a shark...?

[propatriamori]

Silk thread. I haven't yet figured out how to weave it into cloth, but it's something I'm working on.

[He makes the silk! On account of being half-spider! But he'll leave that part out for now.]

Do you have unusual creatures back home, as well? You sound American, but there are people with similar accents from across different worlds here.

[trust_us_with_your]

Donnie...! Got it.

[Turtle Tank? The fuck? Later, he would absolutely spot it from a mile away and realize... y e a h. Okay. That is the turtle tankiest turtle tank he's ever seen.]

[trust_us_with_your]

Oh yeah! SHOK.wav is a total baby. Only about... oh, what, thirty? Forty feet long? He's still got growing to do.

[trust_us_with_your]

Yeah... lot of unusual creatures back home. Got nothing to do with being American, though. I stopped living there some time ago.

[purplexing]

[They've got a theme!

The Tank absolutely dwarfs normal vehicles with the sheer size of its wheels alone. The rear ramp is down as it tends to be when Donnie's working on things. Within, the turtle's going through the contents of one of several crates, which range from gutted appliances to...robot legs of some sort?]

[propatriamori]

Oh, do you live in Canada now?

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[wereperrito]

Hello Vox.

I'm sort of working as the convoy's tailor. I have a little shop in the last caravan car if you would like to come by some evening and show me what you need sewn. The door is always open. I'm the one with the fox ears and tails.

[undyingcrow]

Frankly, the 'dinosaur moose' is rather tame compared to the murder poultry we encountered before.

[Yes, murder poultry. His voice carries a hint of amusement, but rest assured, there is no joke.]

At least the appearance of such a large, imposing creature makes its danger level immediately apparent. It's the small, seemingly 'innocent' creatures that hide the proverbial knives behind their backs.

[Voice]

[saisdoesmatter]

Whatcha need stitched up? I've done it before.

[trust_us_with_your]

[Pardon him, all bundled up as best as he could in the cold, but there wasn't much he could do for his flatscreen monitor head. With a beanie stretched across the top, it was the most he could manage...

But he needed a moment to examine the shape and sheer scope of the vehicle, distracted before a louder clank of shifting metals pulled him from his attention lapse.

The theme officially made sense. Vox couldn't be too shocked by the appearance of the mutant turtle, considering the varied shapes demons took in Hell.]

...You must be Donnie. Hey, nice rig!

[trust_us_with_your]

Nope! Moved south. Somewhere warmer. So being out here where the air hurts your face in the winter is oddly nostalgic, I gotta say.

Been here a while? I'm curious as to the seasons in a place like this.

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[trust_us_with_your]

I'll drop by later, sure.

I think I was informed to look for you, actually. Are you Jack?

[trust_us_with_your]

Murder poultry. Apt.

[Something small and unassuming. Hmm.]

Oh yeah? Like what? So far it's been the moose and those weird dogs.

[trust_us_with_your]

Got a few pesky holes in my coat, for one, but I've got kind of a project involving some hides I've scrounged up.

Ol' dinosaur moose is going to work for me now, let's say.

[saisdoesmatter]

Holes are easy to patch. Something bigger might take a bit more time and effort though, depending on what it is.

...the what now?

[propatriamori]

[Oh, so he lives in Mexico, maybe somewhere in South America. Makes sense.]

I've been here over six months now. We don't have seasons, per say, so much as we move through areas with different climates. I've experienced wetlands, the desert, and now the mountains since arriving.

[purplexing]

[Donnie's not sure what he'd expected, but what he's greeted with wouldn't have been in the top ten. He looks up from his sorting, glancing over to stare a moment.]

Er- yes, that is me! And you are...a talking screen. Vox, yes?

[It doesn't seem like Vox is mechanical in nature... Donnie tries his best not to think too hard about it as he smiles then. He'll always be pleased to be complimented by his work, and the Turtle Tank has always been his pride and joy.]

Thank you! Having my baby here makes he road trip a little less horrible.