TLV: IC Inbox

[lestercraft]

"This is Arthur Lester. I'm not available right now, but do leave a message and I'll find the time. A-a voice message, please."

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[OOC: Please note Arthur is blind, so audio format is strongly ICly preferred, but by God don't let that stop you]

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[greatoldjohn]

[I would agree. I don't think he can see into this place.]

A pause.

[But I'd like to check with the Admiral. Do you think that's a good idea?]

John curls a finger to brush just the once against Arthur's hand in return.

[lestercraft]

"I don't think so at all, actually. But I also get the impression that..."

He releases John, but only so he can run his hand over his mouth as he thinks of the right words.

"I get the distinct impression that, unless a person already knows of the Barge, they wouldn't be able to find it whatsoever. For example-- with everything that's happened- will happen, as well, I don't believe you were affected by the more, uh. Otherworldly aspects of it all."

The more mundane depravities seemed to, but that still felt more like a lack of prior experience on the receiving end of things.

"But even you don't remember what the Admiral looks like, and you described him to me. So, uh- as illogical as it sounds, logically there must be other places even your kin can't touch from our world, without an invitation."

[greatoldjohn]

[Agreed. The various layers and timelines that are connected to the reality that we're familiar with are, to the best of my understanding, entirely disconnected from the kind of people and beings that are found here.
Meaning the Admiral is on a higher level of reality than even Kayne would be a part of.

Something he can't access.

...I still want to check, though. Just in case. I trust the Admiral to be honest with us. Especially because it's not in his interest to do anything else.]