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[two_percent_dopamine]

[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))

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Action: On the ship

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Working on the ship, you get used to certain things. And one of those things is definitely that you never know when new people are suddenly going to be wandering about.

And since Kaylee likes people, she tends to keep an ear out for them. He's already found his communicator, she can hear that much. Still, sometimes it's better to get the explanations in person.]

Hey there. Just wake up?

Action/on the ship

[heartofasun]

Trance heard her comm go off and an unfamiliar voice chatter on it. It sounded like someone just woke up. Putting down her tools and plant mister she, ran out of Salvation's gardens and to the pod area.

"I don't recognize the name but maybe I could help you?" Trance popped over by the door, and stayed where she was. Just in case. For some reason some people were rather startled by her appearance.

"Do you know what's happened to you?"

[Audio]

[thulium]

[The voice that answers over the communicator sounds more than just a little modulated, dual-toned and running over top of subvocals that sound nothing like English.

Nothing like any language spoken on the Earth of Alex's time at all.]

There's no one here by that name. Do you need on-site medical attention, or are you mobile?

[Because why else would someone's first act after waking on a crashed spaceship be to ask for a doctor?]

[video]

[girlworthfighting]

We don't have anyone here by that name, not yet. Those of us that come from that vessel are all pretty good about keeping track of one another.

It looks like you just woke up. Welcome to Verdana.