Fifth Howl [Video | Wednesday morning]

[professorwolf]

Good morning, everyone. It's Lyall.

[See how far he's fallen: he's not even putting up both names anymore. It's been a while since he's come up on the network of his own accord, rather than replying to someone else.]

I have a few things here I need some help with, and I've come to the end of my direct contacts. First, I have a list of numbers that are apparently some kind of directional coordinates-- from space. Destination unknown, origination point unknown, though I have a few guesses I could make. Are there any pilots who might be able to assist in finding where they lead to?

Also, I've got a piece of glass here that I'm told is potentially full of data. If anyone would like a crack at translating it, do let me know? It could be fairly important.

Thank you.

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[hypospraying]

[She does indeed, and it intrigues her. She gives Lyall a smile before rising from her chair.]

Let us know what she says? As for you, Doctor, why don't you let me into that brilliant mind of yours?

[Because it's always helpful to bounce ideas off of someone who understands what you're talking about, right?]

[professorwolf]

I will, thank you. I'll get back to you in the next day or two.

[Nevermind that fog is going to interrupt that a little... but he'll be aiming for that, anyway. If they're going to talk shop, he's going to get the last of his paperwork finished.]

And call that scene?

[damn_it_jim]

[Bones stops propping up one wall with his shoulder as Christine rises, giving her a quick nod, and Lyall another one.]

You know where to find me. Now, if you'll walk with me Chapel, I'll tell you what I'm thinking and it starts with 'gene therapy'....

[And off he goes, out of werewolf earshot before they can hit the truly ridiculous levels of technobabble.]