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[19centconstable]

[George sits in his room, distractedly twisting his helmet in his hands. Being a helmet, it doesn't twist very much at all, but he doesn't seem to notice.]

I'm...pleased to report that I did manage to remain myself after all during this most recent event. I had thought that I had at the time, but it can be difficult to tell. I've been mistaken before. But not...now. In case anyone was wondering.

Is, er, is everyone alright? Anyone? Everyone?

Comments

[strangehistorian]

Untoward?

[19centconstable]

Upsetting? Or discomforting?

[strangehistorian]

Yes.

Well, besides that I wasn't myself nothing. I suppose not being oneself is discomforting.

[19centconstable]

Was it, in this instance?

I became a private detective once, which I greatly enjoyed.

[strangehistorian]

Not as much as it could have been! I seemed to have only grown up sheltered, without contact with mortals. Not an exciting life, but nothing disastrous.

When did that happen?

[19centconstable]

What was that you like?

Shortly after I first arrived here. It was a sort of Wild West breach.

[strangehistorian]

Oh! I remember that one, yes!