[ text ] oh, no.

[sexting]

Unlike my predecessor I have the benefit of knowing better than to demand to know if any of this is some kind of terribly unfunny joke. That being said, the sorry state of these so-called uniforms is the worst kind of hilarious. I don't suppose anyone on board has the good luck to have a spare set of clothes (of a decent standard, if you don't mind) and the good grace to share?

100% PRIVATE TO CHAPEL HILL ( + OXFORD FOR ENTERTAINMENT VALUE )
Mr. Sinclair, you do realise we put the LHC where it is for a damn good reason, don't you? Namely because nobody in the Order would split a bollock if Switzerland was blown to hell, least of all the Swiss themselves. So what in God's name ever convinced you and that Temple fellow that it was a good idea to build your own? No matter how redeemingly phallic it must be for you to have control over something that size and shape that doesn't mean you can play with it whenever you feel like it, you know.

And maybe when dear Aberdeen's skills as a hacker matched her arrogance then perhaps getting your sticky little fingers all over those nanites would have been a good idea. Perhaps.


( ooc: rather than clog up the ooc comm with another intro from me I thought I'd pop a quick note here! This is an alternate universe version of the previous Cambridge that was on board before, except this one has 100% more penis but roughly the same amount of terrible attitude. Enjoy, or not. )

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[tarheel]

hi cambridge. welcome to space.

before i actually respond to all of that: do you actually care about what i have to say, or did you just want to rant at someone?

[ also, it's doctor.

also, you're kind of an asshole. ]

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[sexting]

To be perfectly frank I've got a considerable amount of spleen to vent and you're a bloody good spleen receptacle. But by all means, Sinclair, feel free to not just sit there and take it. Do try to provide some noise of protest.

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[tarheel]

okay, so you don't actually care. go ahead and keep going, i guess.

[ aaaand he has now very maturely switched his communicator into silent mode.

honeybadger don't care. ]

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[romanticism]

I take it someone is feeling somewhat better.

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[sexting]

On fine fighting form, you might say.

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[romanticism]

Clearly. You've no idea how glad I am to hear it - or rather see it, as the case may be.

text; i'm actually giving you two, because i c a n

[starked]

The airlock comment would have fit right in last month, darling.

[ someone take the communicator away from tony this is not going to end well. ]

oh my god this is so 2011

[sexting]

Spoilers, my dear fellow. I'm still reading.

you say that like it's a bad thing. honestly.

[starked]

Still. She would have already read all of it by the time I sent this text, sweetheart.

Way to make a man feel even worse. I would have expected a forced text too.

[ tony, stop. ]

text; ah yes, the second of the two i said i was doing.

[adlered]

That depends on what you mean by decent. After all, everyone does seem to have such varying definitions of it.

oooh ms. adler

[sexting]

I'd rather aim for the space equivalent of Brioni but quite frankly I'd settle for a Martian Hugo Boss.

mr. moore you know the magic words, don't you

[adlered]

Then I have to regrettably inform you that the person I know who might have that is a bit indisposed at the moment and unable to give away any clothes.

Though, truth be told, you might have to fight him for a suit. Highly protective over them. You, more than anyone else can understand why, I presume.

voice;

[bonus]

Predecessor? Didn't know we had those.

voice;

[sexting]

No, I'm starting to realise that I must be a rather special case.

[ Which he doesn't sound very thrilled about, but there you go. ]

[bonus]

And what would your case entail?

video;

[the_vishual]

Welcome back, ma'am.

Or...Sir.

There's a been a few of you, it's hard to keep track. Sorry.

video; LMAO CHASE perfect response

[sexting]

[ Lord, give him strength. Cambridge very pointedly switches to video and lifts a hand to very pointedly gesture at his own sharp features. ]

Sir, yes. Very much sir. I don't have her memories, so I'm afraid it's not really a 'welcome back' affair.

video; At least she tries.

[the_vishual]

But you're the same person. Minus... [ Vague gesture to the chest area. ]

text;

[stimulations]

None I'm willing to spare, but I know of a young lady who's capable of putting rather decent items together, if you can find her the fabric.

Predecessor?

text;

[sexting]

'Capable' and 'decent' aren't particularly convincing selling points, I'm afraid.

Predecessor. A lady, sharing certain inexplicably uncanny resemblances to myself and ostensibly from another reality mirroring my own. You might have known her as 'Cambridge'.

text;

[stimulations]

Capable as the basic description of her skills. If you wanted a dress - possibly something more fitting in the renaissance period, perhaps - then she would be beyond exemplary. And then of course there is the fact that beggars can't be choosers.

It's not familiar, no, though I know an Oxford. Do you share the name? The same background and history? I've been told I bear a physical resemblance to another from another reality, but nothing else between us seems to match so closely beyond that.

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[anomalies]

well, this is a bit weird

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[sexting]

What a simply stunning piece of understated rhetoric. Temple, isn't it?

voice;

[jilt]

Sadly, the lamentable state of the clothing is only remedied when alternate options turn up in your locker. I'd complain to the captain, but I doubt he cares to listen.

voice;

[sexting]

The only time I would care to see this so-called captain is if it turns out he has the same chest and neck size as myself. I presume he must have a spare shirt or two on board with him.