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[mortalallergy]

[the camera seems to be set up on a table somehow- high enough that it frames his shoulders and head nicely, as if he was preparing to give a lecture. He punches a few things in on the tablet he's holding before he looks up at the camera.]

Is things thing working-? Ah- good. [He punches a few more things in before he clears his throat.]

So- it seems that I am now aboard this ship- the "Tranquility" as it were, and really- who came up with that name? But anyway- No one seems to know where in the Galaxy we are, or the Universe for that matter. Judging by some of the- ahem- characters I've already had the pleasure of meeting, I'm definitely leaning towards Alternate Realities, which I am completely tired of.

I'm sure some of you out there have gleamed information somehow, seeing as this has been in place for at least seven months, I would appreciate having said information. The encryptions I've found on anything related to the ship are quite extraordinary, I'd love to have a chat with whoever designed them. I am running a few simulations, of course.

[the tablet in his hands beeps for a second, and he turns his attention to it, a frown crossing his face before he taps a few things and the feed cuts out.]

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[amethysts]

I made one. 100%, top of a line.

[You fucking braggart, Libby. Really.]

What you want?

[mortalallergy]

Yours are not the ones I was talking about, unless you're one of the designers of this ship?

[amethysts]

[HEY SCREW YOU.]

No. But I'm going to take it apart. So pay attention to what I encrypt, moron.

[mortalallergy]

You are a child, I highly doubt you could do any damage to a ship this size and caliber.

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[theguidinghand]

[The voice on the other end should be painfully familiar, but that's not the important part. The important part is that the user ID starts with an 001 number.]

[Best not to think about how often a Wraith needs to feed, or how many people he would have to feed on in seven months.]

The humans who built this ship are reluctant to share, unlike yourself, Dr. McKay.

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[mortalallergy]

[oh he notices. not something he'll think of right away, but he'll get there.]

Was wondering when you'd show yourself again. And hey- I share. You should know that.

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[theguidinghand]

[That's worth an audible, disbelieving snort.]

Were I to hold you at knifepoint, perhaps.

In any case, there are two humans who are intimately familiar with the ship's systems, and neither of them have been particularly generous.

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[mortalallergy]

[he almost missed their banter. almost. in an almost not actually almost kind of way.]

You've never held me at knifepoint.

Care to point me in their direction?

[blunted]

someone with a healthy appreciation of irony

[mortalallergy]

This is not my first rodeo.

[blunted]

you sure about that, partner?

[mortalallergy]

Quite.

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[firstofficer]

You are familiar with alternative realities?

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[mortalallergy]

Not the biggest fan of them, either.

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[firstofficer]

If I may, in what manner were you able to reach a point of convergence?

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[mortalallergy]

Solar flares, Quantum mirrors, I did come across one version of the Daedalus that had managed to create a Reality Drive, that was interesting.

[nukeit]

Of course.

[ Who is... it doesn't matter who this guy is. It distinctly doesn't matter. ]

How much of the general chit-chat have you kept up with?

[ Not to mention -- ]

What should I be calling you, anyway?

[mortalallergy]

Not a whole lot of it, I'm afraid, I did hear something about a body being found? Which is just my luck. Stranded on some ship in space where people die.

It's McKay- Dr. Rodney McKay. And you are?

[nukeit]

Yes, right after the jump completed and people were cleaned up and feeling human again.

[ Ha-ha. ]

Turns out it's the second time someone's known not to make it back to the grav couches on time. Both are under suspicion of being murders, depending on who you listen to, not just individual neglect and bad timing.

[ But there's a shrug in there and half a humorless smile thinking about how any ship in space can lead toward one where people are dying, if they're not informed enough. ]

it's a chop-shop operation. You expect differently?

Ellen Ripley. Nice to meet you, Dr. McKay.

[mortalallergy]

Mostly I just hope that sometimes I'll be able to get a break for a while. Never seems to happen though.

Ripley-? Huh. Nice to meet you as well. [He's already met Kirk, spoken to Spock, why the hell shouldn't he always encounter Ellen Ripley?]

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[theredchampion]

You are behaving in an alarmingly redundant fashion.

That aside, you are an engineer?

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[mortalallergy]

I have a PhD in both Astrophysics and Engineering, and have a history of working with alien technology.

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[theredchampion]

Do you have a history of being particularly good with riddles, also?

[video] late tag?

[the_vishual]

No one is able to break the code in concern with the ship, sir. Apologies.

Most of the information can be provided by Captain Kirk, should you have additional queries.

[video] no such thing :3

[mortalallergy]

Well they're not me, obviously.

Kirk and I have been in discussions already.