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[aperfectthird]

[The feed opens quite abruptly on a young man looking into the device with a combination of consternation and confusion. A finger appears and taps on the screen, then the view promptly swings around to a pair of perfectly polished dress shoes. The view shakes for a moment before coming back to Percy's face, brow still furrowed.]

Oh, I think it's one of those communication devices - felly - no - telly - telephones? Is it on?

[He speaks loudly now.]

Hello?! Can anyone hear me?

[Beat. He looks worried, biting his lip, then squares his jaw, thinks for a moment, and continues. His tone is firm and authoritative, though those who know him well might be able to spot a very fine thread of fear running through it.]

If anyone can hear me, then I demand safe passage back to England immediately. I am employed by the British government and I guarantee that the Minister will not be pleased to find I have been taken.

I await your response.

Now how do I turn this off?

Comments

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmmmmmmm... yes?

[aperfectthird.livejournal.com]

[SO FAITH-INSPIRING.]

May I ask your name?

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

You may.

[aperfectthird.livejournal.com]

...your name, then, please?

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

I told you that you may ask, not that I would give answer. Names are suck fickle and terrible and dangerous things, hmmm? For binding, or curses, or all those other things, and of course you haven't the look of a vile little man - but then, so few vile little men do.

Now, those papers?

[aperfectthird.livejournal.com]

If you are not inclined to share your name or position of authority with me, then I'm afraid I must question the validity of your request as well.

I thank you for your time, though.