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[redhat]

[She's been warned this probably won't work, but she has to try. And hey, it's not like adults know a thing about 2x4 technology. Or the moonbase. There's still a chance they might answer.]

Sector V? Numbuh One? Moonbase command? If anyone's getting this, please respond. This is Numbuh Five, requesting emergency assistance.

Anyone? Numbuh 362? Man, Numbuh Five will even take Numbuh 86 right now...

[And yes, people, this girl can't be more than eleven or twelve.]

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[professorwolf]

[Number Five? Is that what she's saying? How old is that child? Lyall is confused. He pauses in his busy evening when the post comes through, puzzles over it, and decides to reply.]

Pardon me for intruding, young miss, but I'm afraid is isn't likely that you will reach your friends. We are quite likely all a very long way from home.

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[redhat]

That's what you adults keep sayin', but Numbuh Five ain't gonna give up on her friends just because of that. But you're right. We sure ain't on Earth any more.

[She's seen enough of her home planet to know that much. Even the Moonbase might be out of range, here.]

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[professorwolf]

If you manage to get through to them, you will have to tell the rest of us how you managed it. I'm afraid it has been almost two months since I have had contact with anyone from home.

[Of course, no one from home has inter-world communications... does this girl? Better than that of Kaidan and Shepard's ilk?]

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[redhat]

Well, you're not part of the Kids Next Door.

[Although... does she sound a bit nervous?]

[professorwolf]

[Yes, yes she does. Just a little.]

No, I'm afraid I'm not.

[Seems about time to get into introductions, and maybe see just where the young lady has been holing up, if she's just come out of the pods and needs help.]

I'm Randolph Lyall, of London, eighteen seventy-five. You'll find we're all from a wide range of places and times here. Are you all right? Recently woken up in the ship?

[redhat]

You can call me Numbuh Five. And I'm from Cleveland, 2007.

[Hey, she's seen worse. Numbuh Sixteenth Century, namely.]

And I'm cool. Us operatives can take care of ourselves. Even if this whole place is way freaky.

[professorwolf]

[Cleveland. Where in the world is that? America somewhere, perhaps? Lyall lets it be, as it isn't terribly important. She's from his world somewhere, that much is obvious. Her version might not have werewolves, of course.]

If you are cool, perhaps you are in need of a coat? We are apparently starting into autumn here, regardless of what season you remember it being back in Cleveland.

[Yeah, modern slang is still not his thing. He doesn't comment on her bit about operatives-- yet-- or on how freaky the place is. The latter bit sounds like something she might be touchy about.]

[redhat]

I said, Numbuh Five can take care of herself.

[And she wasn't accepting help from some adult who was so... lame. Not when she didn't know who to trust around here.]

[professorwolf]

I'm sure you can, miss Five.

[He's going to assume "Numbah" is a first name and "Five" is a last name, for now. Seems easiest.]

Though that doesn't mean we can't help each other, regardless, though. Have you been settled in? Has anyone shown you to the Flop?