[Video + Action] | Sunday morning

[professorwolf]

[Lyall's showing his face again, this morning, before he heads off back to the Old City for the work-week. The background is the common room of the Flop, just inside. He clears his throat, almost as if he isn't entirely sure how to begin, but he manages well enough.]

I was thinking that some of us have lost track of our numbers. We keep appearing and disappearing, returning to pods or vanishing off on adventures. I was hoping that perhaps we could get a headcount.

[He holds up a clipboard.]

Or rather, I could, and I'd share it with the network as a whole, since I'm doing the work as it is. In a more electronic form, I assure you, this--

[He taps the clipboard, then sets it down again.]

--is just for myself. I am a bit old-fashioned still, I fear. If everyone still about could check in, I would appreciate it. I'm in the lobby of the Flop, if anyone would prefer to come calling rather than speak here. I'll be here until sundown, though I may be back after a day or two, as well.

Thank you, everyone.

[And he signs off, waiting for, he hopes, people to give him a buzz. He hopes. He's not too sure about all this, but he's giving it a shot.]

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[professorwolf]

So either of us might not be real, is your concern? It seems that thoughts of that nature would only lead one in circles, and encourage one to never do anything it all. Would it not be simpler to simply assume we are all here and act accordingly?

[He appreciates philosophy in theory, but as a practical matter, it tends to just confuse things. He is above all practical, after all.]

[heartofasun]

Of course. I just thought that you might want to take it into consideration with you head count and calculations.

[Trance smiled ever so helpfully]

[professorwolf]

[Being mild of temperament and demeanor, in general, Lyall merely smiles back.]

I will do so, then. I'm not certain we've actually been introduced. I'm Randolph Lyall, of London, England, on Earth. Eighteen-seventy-five.

[heartofasun]

I'm Trance Gemini. New Systems Commonwealth, circa 5170.

[professorwolf]

Well beyond my time, then, if you use the same calendar. It is a pleasure to meet you, madam Gemini.

[heartofasun]

But not well beyond mine...Just Trance is fine. It's nice to meet you too.

[professorwolf]

Miss Trance, then.

[Sorry, he's not going to not use a title. He's Victorian.]

I'll mark you down as one of our number.