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[A Far-caster turns on, somewhere. Comes on, eventually, to a voice comin' in off the huff of a breath.]

What kinda place is this -- ...

[...Long-drawled, but. Hoarse.

The up-tick is pretty freaking sudden to something more... distinctly jovial? "Weeeell, I'll be darned!"]

We got witches and princes and princesses here and then we got magic cell phones -- ?!

[Well. Two outta four ain't bad, I guess. Anyhoo, he lilts into this one... extra-high. Like he's cheekily askin' about the weather.]

Y'all go-o-ot -- ...magic mirrors, and the like? For surfin' the 'net -- ...? [That last word kind of... faded? Pillowed out? Before he swells into a half-singsong crowing.] -- Well, what about filmin' -- and the liiiike? What do y'all listen to your music on -- ...?!

[Faster-pattering:] I came here to save the world -- ! [Punctuated by a clap.] I don't wanna be goin' stir-crazy durin' the first vacation I ever got in a long time... -- !

[...Two kinda-contradictory statements with regards to being here, but all right...? I think?]

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[Well that certainly seems to be quite the attitude, the slightly manic changes making Jonathan wonder if this individual is coping entirely well with the sudden arrival. Something to keep an eye on, perhaps. At least until he's asked and learned a little more.]

If you describe this as a vacation, then I have to wonder what exactly you left behind to come here.

[Ha ha! Shiiiiiiit, he almost forget for a sec that this fuckin' thing can do video, too...!

Let 'im adjust...! And -- come in quite a bit too close to the screen, squinting at it like it's in fuckin' Latin. A quick lick at the corner of his lips before they curve up into a grin...! Leans back out, eyes poppin' wide...!]

Heh...!

It werrrren't nooooo PICNIC, I can tell ya THAT -- !

[ALL... SUPER-BRASSY...]

I was under HOUSE ARREST! [Peakin' higher...] And I didn't even DO nothing -- !

[A little... "wince" across his face as he shifts to full-on recline in the chair he's sitting in.

Before his expression drifts open again. Lazy, and then back to enthusiastically keen and toothy gawking.]

-- First time I get to be my own man -- ...!

[Ah. Perhaps it would have been better if this particular individual hadn't learned that video was an option on the far-casters.]

House arrest? For what supposed crime?

[The fact that there might be criminals here was oddly one that sat strangely with Jonathan. Not that he hadn't spent much time in London acquainting himself with the darker parts of the city, but the city had been in the grips of an epidemic then. Here there seemed as though there should be some semblance of law in place and he had to wonder how much the Lady Fayura knew of those she invited.]

[I MEAN... yeah, he's. Never really had much a clue how to particularly graceful about... like, anything, alas.

...Annnd on that note, he shakes his head hard in fast-ass flicks at the question. Grin bloomin' bigger 'n higher 'n the corners.]

-- Now, I don't know -- ! [On the verge of stammering. An edge of his hand in the frame palm-up as he boosts it in a shrug. And... peakin' a little higher...! A little edge of a sound like a cough on the push-back-in.] -- Didn't I tell ya my rap sheet was CLEAN up till then -- ...?!

[I mean... you're technically telling the truth.

Though the key phrases in that are "rap sheet" and "till then".

Another glimpse of hand - a rotation on his wrist for a bit of a flick-turn.]

My little ol' mom and dad, TOO -- ! [A trace nod-up and jab-in for a emphasis.] What did WE ever do to get all cooped up in the middle a' nowhere -- ...?!

[A thin whiny-ass singsong that... winds itself into the wrong kinda inflection at the end, there - more like "whaddya mean? I ain't goin' nowhere...!", but 'ey.

Rockin' on the soles of his shoes a tad.]

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