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[most_feared]

[He has supposed since coming here that, since this is an alien planet, he'll have to be honest with his name (or lack thereof) in public. Hell, if any of these people go back to his neck of the woods when the ship's fixed all he has to do is send out a team and have a nice new memory written down for them. Everybody else should be in the clear.

So a little bit more honest of a public introduction than most civilians get. Though he doesn't look as official as he'd like, he's wearing an old overcoat and a high collared shirt that he's scavenged. But his expression is stony and earnest and makes up where the lack of suit detracts.]

If I've not spoken with you, my name is Agent K. I'm a protection officer from Earth. Right now, I need a technician, if we've got one, to help me have a look at one of these.

[He holds up the collar that came from Charles.]

I got a few ideas on how it might work but I'm not 100%. I also want to make sure this three person business is the most reliable way to get one off.

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[diziet_sma]

I'm not all that technical, but if you need a spare hand, let me know.

...Hand, singular, literally, I'm afraid. One of mine is currently up in a sling.

[most_feared]

They ping you too?

[He only got a grazing shot, but his arm is hurting like a bitch. He's trying not to do too much with it.]

It might come in handy when testing the latching mechanism. Seems a weird way to set a security system.

[diziet_sma]

Cracked a bone for me and put a hole through my shoulder. I was lucky it wasn't worse; I think he was a bad shot.

Add that to the list of weird things about this place. What have you figured out so far?

[most_feared]

Guess it's good that our potential exterminators can't aim worth a damn.

Just I presume what everybody else has. Planning a trip to the library to [scowl at the disorganization] do some research.

[diziet_sma]

I've been down there a couple of times myself.

It's ... got a lot of stuff.

[Implicit: all in heaps.]

[most_feared]

[This will end in scowls that create shockwaves, he's sure of it.]

Hopefully some of it's helpful to us.

[timesbureaucrat]

[His assignment is to find out about the ship, not the collars, but any new technology piques his interest. And making contacts with the others outside the dome might help him in the long run. So he answers the call.

He's long since ditched the outer layers of his Time Lord robes--hidden them along with his spare staser in the ship--and is in a simple (and to him unbearably filthy) tunic and trousers.]

Narvin. Formerly First Technician. [All true if one takes 'formerly' to mean '800 years ago' and not 'before I was dragged to this planet.']

I'll take a look at it, give you my professional opinion.

[most_feared]

First technician where? [In case it's a world that he's heard of.] And where should I meet you?

[timesbureaucrat]

Earth. At least, that's where I was trained. My work occasionally took me to other planets. [He's already let the robot assume he was human, and the lies must stay consistent. And if someone finds out the truth? He's already got an excuse planned out to explain the lie.]

I'm examining the ship now. Bring the collar here.

[most_feared]

Not from my Earth then. Be there in ten.

[And back to the ship he goes. Really, he's going to have to start staying there. Like he says, though, he's there in ten minutes and he's punctual. He has the collar in hand, and he starts looking around the giant hole in the ship for him.]

I'm here.

[And he hates not being as tidy as he'd like- he's pretty sure his entire time here is going to be spent with an eternally grumpy expression.] Where are you?

[Spam]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin crawls out from an access hatch, a little wary. It's an unfamiliar planet with unfamiliar people and the last few times he'd been in situations like that, it always seemed to go badly for him. And this time he doesn't even have Leela to protect him.]

Here. Where's the collar?

[Spam]

[most_feared]

Here.

[He holds it out as he goes to the hatch, and has a seat near it in a crouching position. He doesn't look to bothered by anything, but at the same time he looks bothered by everything- it's his constant state. He's not scared in the slightest.]

Find anything out about the ship so far? [Might as well ask while he's here.]

[locked]

[radars]

If you could keep it quiet where that collar came from... it may be a futile effort, but I would appreciate it.

[locked]

[most_feared]

No problem. I think they pinged a hell of a lot of people anyway.

[locked]

[radars]

Which is, in itself, extraordinary. I wonder how many of us have exceptional ability or expertise.

[locked]

[most_feared]

Only a few that I've noted. I've seen a few physiological differences that are obvious. The nice woman with the extra joint in her fingers. The man with the spines. The robot. But it's hard to guess when you get into very human appearances and don't have a reason to use a scanner.

I won't tell, but if somebody sounds like they need the help I might pass it on to you.

[locked]

[radars]

Please do. I've had quite a bit of experience training such individuals in my world.

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[ihearcrickets]

[River's collar hasn't been removed, but she's analyzed it as well as she could under the circumstances.]

It pretends to be metal, but it isn't.

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[most_feared]

[He finally gets back to this after talking to Narvin.]

At least it's not alien technology they stole from the ship. Do you still need help?

[video]

[ihearcrickets]

[quietly] It hasn't been determined yet.

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[most_feared]

If you decide to, you're still going to need those three people.

Are you doing alright otherwise?

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[ihearcrickets]

Six hands. Two by two... [for some reason, that seems to make her a little uncomfortable.]

I think I'm very confused.

[tailless]

You've found ways to remove them, then?

[most_feared]

Yup. It takes three people to do. One for each panel.

[tailless]

I see. That's useful to know.

[This is about as close as you're going to get to a "thanks", Kay.]