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I think I've finally figured out how to properly use this. It's alien to me, as is the rest of the ship. There is so little familiar here, and I can hardly describe the feeling of separation. It's like a dream.

Falling from my liquid bed was uncannily like being reborn. This only makes sense, given that the last I was aware of, I was dead. I panicked at first, but what I assume to be a week of exploration has afforded me a lot of time to be safely alone with my thoughts. Moreover, it has given me time to try to puzzle out devices like this one. I was never a scientist, but I have the feeling that even if I were, these would be far beyond my understanding. For a man who had thought 1839 to be the height of innovation, it's startling, to say the least.

I am writing in hopes of the other residents being able to offer some measure of help. My name is Daniel. I have gathered some information about why we're here, but with how little I understand, it feels like it will never be enough.

[feel free to assume you've seen a scraggly-looking guy wandering around the halls asking stupid questions and then booking it. :')]

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[This is definitely not the kind of confrontation Alexander wants to have out in the common room where outsiders can interfere. On the other hand, in private, what's to stop Daniel from trying to kill him? He never would have thought the younger man had it in him, but if he did do it in Alexander's future that would have been...]

Presently in the sleeping quarters marked '180.' Don't keep me waiting.

[It's just a chance he'll have to take. At least Alexander has the advantage of expecting it. Daniel would be a fool to think he hasn't had to fight off and kill desperate men before.]

looks like we need a log huh :>

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I'll be there soon.

[Soon is relative. He's not going to rush there by any stretch of the imagination. He knows he has to show up, but he doesn't know what to expect, and he's frightened, though that's nothing new. He thinks briefly that he wants some kind of weapon, but what kind of human weapon would work on Alexander, now that he knows what he knows? The best he can really do is be ready to run.]