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outer_divide2014-03-29 11:47 pm
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[He'd gone blank before, shut down in China, in Dean's office. He was too used to being shut down, waking up some place other than he last remembered.
[But this was...new. And unpleasant, even among a series of experiences that Alex would describe as less-than-pleasant. Because it wasn't his docking cradle he'd woken up in. At first he'd thought he'd been kidnapped, but there were no guards, and his weapons were just where he'd stowed them, fully charged. ]
This is Detective Ale--. Just Alex.
[The voice is slightly modulated, almost , but not quite, inhuman.]
I’m looking for a man. A Dr Dennett Norton. Five foot nine, Caucasian, mid-forties. No criminal history.
[You spend enough time on the force, and people seem to settle into categories like that.]
I can provide a list of known associates.
[A short list: did Norton have a family? Anything outside his work? He should probably know, after all this time.]
He’s….. I need him.
[He doesn’t want to say for what, at least just yet.]
((ooc: open to network or action for anyone on/near the ship))
[But this was...new. And unpleasant, even among a series of experiences that Alex would describe as less-than-pleasant. Because it wasn't his docking cradle he'd woken up in. At first he'd thought he'd been kidnapped, but there were no guards, and his weapons were just where he'd stowed them, fully charged. ]
This is Detective Ale--. Just Alex.
[The voice is slightly modulated, almost , but not quite, inhuman.]
I’m looking for a man. A Dr Dennett Norton. Five foot nine, Caucasian, mid-forties. No criminal history.
[You spend enough time on the force, and people seem to settle into categories like that.]
I can provide a list of known associates.
[A short list: did Norton have a family? Anything outside his work? He should probably know, after all this time.]
He’s….. I need him.
[He doesn’t want to say for what, at least just yet.]
((ooc: open to network or action for anyone on/near the ship))
Action: On the ship
[A thinking sound. It's a lot to take in at once, but a city on the edge of violence, well, that he knew a little too well.]
So they're really going to love me.
[Great.]
Where is it? Is this ship safe?
Re: Action: On the ship
[Lots of people from the ship have something different about them. Alex was at least human, even if he had some replacement parts.]
Weird things happen on board. Was a while we kept seein' things that weren't there. Sometimes time gets wonky. Safe enough to be on board, but ain't really suited for livin' here long term. Not 'til we get things stable anyway.
Action: On the ship
[He...doesn't. Not so much.]
Seeing things that weren't there?
[A dry laugh.]
I don't believe in ghosts.
Re: Action: On the ship
[Probably used to standing out]
Ain't ghosts, exactly, don't think. Some weird dimension thingunummy more like.