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[Audio] Monday, late morning

[After setting Steve Rogers on his way (or letting him stay at the apartment until he got his bearings, whatever) and collecting a fresh set of clothes, Lyall has some catching up to do and, first, a question for the network.]

Ah, good morning, this is Lyall. Does anyone know if something drastic changed with the ship? While I was aboard, I felt essentially human. No sense of smell or hearing, no feeling of general agelessness, nothing. Did someone reactive something on there?

[He completely bypasses the whole "I totally died" thing, for now. And, of course, he's unaware of the troubles they've been having here....]

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[Kaidan on the other hand has gone from the ship to his home since waking up. Possibly to make it easier for the scary people of his acquaintance to gather around and deck him for recklessness more easily. He's catching some sunlight on his desk from the backdrop, the water and light of the bay glinting behind him]

I couldn't use my biotics until I left. I wasn't sure if it was some kind've after-effect from the pods since, ah, I haven't exactly died before.

[Typical Kaidan, he manages to sound faintly apologetic about that fact, although whether it's for dying or for lacking experience is unclear. (Probably for dying)]

I have, but it was long, long before I arrived on Verdana. I have been trapped in a pod again, but that... does not quite seem the same, does it?

[He shakes his head, still kind of parsing that bit himself since it has been such a long time since his last death, then has to ask:]

Dare I ask what happened to require you to experience dying, Alenko?

[It's been a while since they've spoken, and he's not exactly overly emotional at the moment, so for now, it's back to a last name. This may change sooner than later.]

Ah... I'm still working that out myself.

[And on top of that, he doesn't particularly want to process it just yet. The effects of his misplaced Reave where immediate enough that his last memories are of blurred chaos and a sudden gouting release of a building pressue in his head.]

It was those bone creatures, though. Two showed up in town.

Oh. Oh dear.

[Have a somewhat alarmed face, Kaidan. He obviously couldn't handle those things, not without a lot more preparation and backup. He can only imagine what the city fared like.]

I haven't been to Poseidon yet. Is the damage awful? How many dead?

[Because obviously... there would be a lot.]

[Kaidan's answer is a sigh, heavy and gusty, before he falls into the trained response of a soldier giving a debrief after a particularly unpleasant mission. Eyes up, breathing slowed, words measured, here we go.]

Local casualties are around a hundred, since one of the creatures was capable of launching spines as a ranged attack. Ship folks, maybe around ten of us if we're counting you. I'm hazy on the details myself since I, ah, wasn't around to help with the aftermath. The Authorities have the market square behind barriers while they work cleanup, I know that much."

Of course... I am terribly sorry I wasn't there. And I can only guess my message didn't help much, I hardly got anything out before the interruption.

[He'll have to come have a look. Too bad the Authorities will recognize the sandy wolf who might otherwise have gotten a closer peek.]

How long have you been back?

Not much isn't the same as not at all. It let people know something was going down. We just didn't expect... well, they came up through the sewers or something.

[Kaidan looks thoughtful for a moment.]

So... the undercity isn't something I'm up on in this timeline the way I was before. Do you know much about it?

Sadly, no. I've spent far more time in the Old City than Poseidon, and given I haven't needed to live in the sewers this go-round, I haven't paid them much mind.

[He sounds thoughtful, though. He could use a new project, once he's determined the best way to go about dealing with the monsters.]

Perhaps I should do something about that. I did have a rather extensive tour of the tunnels beneath the city, last time. It seems only fitting to have another look, this time.

At the very least, we should make sure those things don't have an unguarded route into the heart of town again.

...I should talk with Leah and Sybil about this. Sounds like something that could benefit from manpower beyond just a couple of us, if they aren't already on it.

If you do, let me know what they have to say. I need to find out what happened and what was done about those two who showed up while I was out, and perhaps see about leading some others to where they found me, but after that, it sounds like something to keep me busy.

[Because lord knows he needs more things to keep him busy.]

Heck, if you get around to talking to them first, let me know what they say. Salvation's going to be at the top of my to-do list for the next while, but I'm hoping I can pick up some other projects soon.

We'll see. I have a few things on my own plate, as well-- I do know where I found those creatures, and could return there. I rather have to, unless I want to repurchase all those items that had been left behind with my body.

[Ugh. That sounds just a bit terrible, doesn't it?]

Plus, I need a new job, one actually in Poseidon. But after that.

When your commute's a little better, you should stop by my new place. Not quite as all hours werewolf-friendly as the old one, but I'm kind've liking the windows.

I do all right with sunlight, for short periods of time, or provided I bring along a hat. So I believe I will pay you a call, regardless of the amount of windows.

[He's missed hanging out, Kaidan, so the offer is most definitely going to be accepted, what did you expect?]

Did you hear the message last night? Something happened.

I did, in fact, listen back once I popped out of that infernal pod... but I had not made that particular connection. I simply assumed it to have been something to do with the work being done on the ship.

But you are quite right, it is entirely possible that the two are connected.

She told me that an old error had been corrected, but I don't know why it would do that to you.

I don't, either. It seems to only last within the ship itself, at least-- I am perfectly normal, now. But it was uncanny, and rather uncomfortable.

[He does hate to be without his sense of smell. Even if it has so recently failed him....]

I don't suppose you know what a 'temporal field' is?

Well. I know what a field is, and I know what temporal means. So I imagine... it is some kind of combination of the two. As in, a place, gathering, or convergence of time or time-related energy, if there is such a thing.

From what I understand, it's some kind of . . . barrier around the ship, like a shield. Last night someone called the oracle repaired it.

Oh, how interesting. The Oracle, you say? I... was not aware she had such talents. She is a seer, of sorts-- she comes from the ship, as do the rest of us-- but I have never heard of more than that.

[That was the Oracle who posted that message, but he'd been fairly sure that wasn't her speaking, all in all. The Oracle doesn't talk like that.]

[She really wishes it was someone who was better at tech things who had talked to her. Or at the very least that it hadn't been at one in the morning]

I didn't recognize her voice. Has she been here for a long time?

Longer than any of us. She left that ship when she was just a little girl, or so I gather. She doesn't talk on the network much, and when she does, she is generally saying something cryptic but important. That message last night, however, was a bit of an anomaly. She is rarely that clear. I am left to wonder if it was really "her", at all.

Ah. She called herself a "construct" but I don't really know what that means either.

Generally, it means something constructed, like an automaton or perhaps something genetically modified. Those bone creatures reminded me of a construct in some ways. They are hardly natural, after all.

But the that venerable woman calling herself a construct likely is not related to those, in particular. I do wonder what she meant... perhaps I should see if she would speak with me. I have attempted to parse her sayings in the past with some success.

She wasn't very forthcoming, but she seemed to want to help us. Perhaps it will help that she knows you.

Perhaps, though I believe she knows more about many of us than she lets on. It is merely that she can only communicate obliquely... through metaphor and coming at things at an angle.

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