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[ text and voice ] ✉ first transmission in which there are complaints and headaches.

[ the first thing dundee feels like doing is throwing up, which in and of itself is a bit of a feeling he tries to avoid. sure, he's felt like this before, but usually it was after a hard night of partying and to be perfectly honest, he hasn't done that in years. the second thing, the far more important thing for dundee, is that he realizes he's on spaceship of sorts and unlike the worrisome desire to throw up, this revelation causes him to pause.

logically, he doesn't think he should be here, but he is and he doesn't necessarily know how, though the weird pod is a definite possibility to him. he has to force himself to try to stop feeling so disoriented before he gets up to go find something to contact another human being with. (except, perhaps he's alone and- dundee doesn't want to think about that possibility.)

it takes him a bit to find his device, but once he does, he reads everything he can. he figures that there are probably locked bits that he can't see, but unlike some people he knows, he can respect a person's privacy. besides, looking at the locks and the differences between this tech and tech back at home, he thinks even aberdeen or cambridge might have problems with it. (speaking of, he notices a woman with the...name cambridge; it's confusing to him and he's pretty sure that it's just the residual disorientation talking. he makes a not to ask about that, perhaps later.) he notices oxford there and makes a face, not the best company, but it'll do in a pinch. though, dundee doesn't technically count this as necessarily being in a pinch, since in addition to oxford, there's what looks like aberdeen (oh he can recognize her texts anywhere) and durham. potentially five out of a number usually much larger than that. how enjoyable.

after a bit of a wait, dundee finds himself typing away, sending a very simple message that will make no sense to certain people, but will make enough sense to the people he wants it to. ]

if the city dundee means anything to any of you, i believe that we might want to talk. just for the sake of talking, perhaps.

[ he then flips it to voice. he's hardly vain, but he'd prefer not to show off how he might look right now to everyone else. not yet at least. ]

Out of curiosity, whose brilliant idea was it to make this transfer, I believe you'd call it, here, come with the feeling of being hungover. Had I have known, I would have packed pain medication in my bag so that I could take something when I got here. I would just honestly like to point out that hangovers are not a way to endear yourself to people. Odd, I know, but it's the truth.

Speaking of, does anyone have anything on hand in the realm of pain medication or should I just burrow into some form of a bed and come out once I feel better?

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[ oh no, look who's up and about and feeling considerably less grav-pouch-high than earlier. ]

Dearest Dundee, is it? Unless you've suffered some serious throat injury you sound like you must be the version with the incorrect genitalia. Whatever am I meant to call you in this universe, I wonder.

Edited 2012-01-16 16:51 (UTC)

[ oh lovely. just what he wanted to read. cambridge being cambridge. it appears he might be a bit testy. must be that grav-pouch issue. oops. ]

Statistically speaking, you're the one with the wrong genitalia. Since our acquaintances all have the genitalia that I'm familiar with. Ian works fine, but assuming my counterpart is anything like myself, I have a feeling I already know what you might call me. Hello Cambridge.

Edited 2012-01-16 17:13 (UTC)

there's nothing wrong with my genitalia, darling. and what I call you depends entirely on the circumstances. are you fucking him - sorry, her yet?

[ cutting straight to the chase, evidently. And apparently there's something very symmetrical about the question. ]

And yet you felt like declaring something was wrong with mine. How hypocritical. ...Ah, so the same rumor there that's at home as well. No, I'm not, and haven't been despite comments to the contrary.

[ it's symmetrical and slightly unnerving in the grand scheme of things. ]

I'd ask the same, but truthfully that's a waste of a free question.

Probably just a matter of time though, isn't it. An older man, a younger woman, marooned in a strange, unforgiving environment. I'm sure the ship will take its toll on her power sooner or later. Good thing dear old Dundee is here to care for her. What an opportunity.

You consider it your obligation to make it seem like I'm a dirty old pervert, don't you? She's 15 years younger than me, and 39 is not old. And if you know anything about him or her, you know that the taking care of part is done only if they let it happen.

[ things that are never said in the text message...fuck you cambridge. ]

Edited 2012-01-19 13:55 (UTC)

How many Aberdeens have you had now? And how many have you slept with? I lose track.

Four. And if you're losing track of small numbers, I have to wonder why anyone let you become Cambridge in the first place. You know the answer, and I'm not giving you the satisfaction of finding it out again if you forgot.

I see. Perhaps not sleeping with this one means she will stick around for a bit longer.

My sleeping with an Aberdeen has nothing to do with them sticking around. I never slept with my third one and she barely lasted a year. I'd enjoy seeing you handle the Aberdeen position. You'd see why.

[ yeah ignoring all that in favour of just saying: ]

or maybe you were simply a terrible shag.

you wouldn't know since i have standards that don't include people like you. the kind who can't keep their noses out of business that isn't theirs and delights in having a soap opera for a life.

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