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[Public | Audio]

A couple of questions.

How good are the medical facilities at the hospital?

Who here can hold their breath a damn long time and help me have a look around the ship? [It's for more medical supplies]

[Private to Charles | Audio]

Loan me your brain for a minute. I have an idea I'd like to share. [And he's too paranoid to share everything over the network.]
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I require supplies.

Hand-forged iron. Bones that have seen the stars. Filaments that cast shadow instead of light. A tesseract.

And energy.

I am willing to bargain.

[video]

Apr. 16th, 2012 07:51 pm
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[So, Wing's been quiet lately, after his angst attack.]

[But he's got a project now, kind of. Or at least, a question.]

Those of you who are scientists, is there any possibility you could find a way to locate a certain chemical compound?
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If anyone's got a minute to spare, I was wondering if you'd tell me about wherever it is you come from.

The world or worlds, the level of technology, the political hierarchy, your culture and society and how it functions, etc.


[But a few minutes later, a second part is tacked on.]

Forget it. Forget all of that. Don't worry about getting technical.

Just tell me what it was like for you. Your ship or city. Your job. Your friends or family.

If it's not a problem.
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[Narvin is outside, on top of the ship near where it's partially buried. He had been looking for external hatches and then the drugged fog rolled in. Now his sense of when he is keeps changing, different bits of history and memory blurring in his head.]

Madam President... Romana where are you? This isn't... Leela? Where have you gone off to? You know I can't manage this wilderness on my own. I...

[He trails off in confusion, drops the communicator and flings himself onto the ship, hands and face pressed against the metal.]

The ship is dead. Mental transference failed. Time capsule consciousness...

[And then he starts babbling in Gallifreyan. Those who know the language or have universal translators would hear him muttering:]

/pandora sings when all is lost
pandora takes all those she's crossed
pandora wins and all is cost/

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