ataraxion | [ text ] oh, no.

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?

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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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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. ]

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.

I take it someone is feeling somewhat better.

On fine fighting form, you might say.

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

Glad, you say! Well, with such a blessing from you under my belt I shall quite happily continue to be an impossible bastard as long as the network can bear it. And some time after, I should imagine.

I don't doubt that claim for a moment, and in fact, I will even hold you to it. We've gone far too long here without your contributions as an impossible bastard.

Not quite so long, or so it would seem. I've been inspecting the network history.

[ if a text message could convey 'smugly smirking' then this would be full of it: ]

I rather like her.

You underestimate how long several months start to feel when you're in space. She was quite the character, wasn't she? I'd grown quite fond of her.

So I see. A more than adequate stand-in, I must say.

Although I'm not particularly convinced about the shoes.

I'll admit I wouldn't necessarily have thought much of the shoes on their own, but they gained a certain allure when she wore them.

[ ha ha ha oxford behave ]

A certain allure! I simply cannot believe I have gone all these years without realising that you are a high heels fellow.

I suppose it must take the right sort of individual for me to take any interest in high heels, though admittedly I am not surprised that it would be your female counterpart to have such an effect on me.

No, quite. We do seem to be rather effective like that, us Cambridges. Although I'm not so proud as to think that I would have been able to pull off high heels with quite the same effect.

[ ...especially given this particular Cambridge's track record with footwear. ]

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. ]

The image is a little odd, I will have to agree. Personally, however, I quite like you just the way you are, so I feel high heels are simply unnecessary in this case.

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

Of course you do and of course they are. That said, I could bloody well do with a decent pair of shoes. I would even go so far as to consider a pair of Newquay's horrendous flip-flops over these and that is a damn well painful thing for me to admit.

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

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

Predecessor? Didn't know we had those.

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. ]

And what would your case entail?

Well, how familiar are you with the concept of -- [ He pauses briefly, if only because he's not entirely au fait with the concept himself, ] -- alternate realities?

[The answer should be quite prompt, but Moniz still holds on to it for a beat.]

Wouldn't have a job without them.

[So quite a bit.]

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