ataraxion | [ text ]

Right, chaps. Cambridge here

I'm looking for a small group - a posse, if you will - of intrepid (preferably childless and unmarried) explorer and/or hero types to pop back in to the depths of that terribly interesting lab to retrieve whatever hard drives and assorted interesting bits of shit you saw there on my behalf

Reason being that there seems to be some kind of horribly intriguing and potentially nasty virus sitting around in that hardware and I do believe it warrants a bit of a poke (no jokes please, let's be professional)

Top tip: don't try anything stupid like plugging whatever pretty little bit of cybernetics you might have hardwired in to your brain straight in to it because I have a strong suspicion you'll end up thoroughly fucked

And I'm talking very thoroughly, like three orifices and both hands

You know what - let's play it safe, shall we?

- Don't press too many buttons
- Don't put your comms devices too near the equipment
- Don't even think of walking in to comms or the science department with so much as a bloody USB stick from that lab

In fact, just don't fuck with it at all - just bag it and tag it and bring it back to room 015 of passenger deck 011

Tea and medals for all upon a successful return

PRIVATE: CILLIAN QUINN
I do realise that the concept of an honest day's work is utterly abhorrent to the likes of you and I but if you fancy putting that attractive little brain of yours to work then let me know

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Don't suppose you fancy lying to a telepath, do you? I rather like the idea of him thinking we destroyed it somehow

I'm not lying to him.
But we can give it to someone else.

Are you sure I can't tempt you to a little bit of a lie

I'm not lying if he asks me.

[But she's a pro at omission.]

Thing is, if either you or I asked him nicely not to take a quick look in our minds he would absolutely respect that and keep himself to himself. If he got it in to his head that he really wanted that damn thing back then I'm not so sure if the same courtesy would be extended to others

Think he can telepath an angel?

...I bloody well hope not

I wasn't aware that you had friends in such high places

High is pushing it.
He's not how you'd expect an angel to be.
But he hid my mask.
I can ask him to do the same for Oxford's.

What about yours?

Ah. That sounds like a rather good plan, then. And there's no need to worry about mine, thank you. I've never been one for hats, personally; it's fine where it is

If you're sure.
Wasn't like I was going to touch mine when it showed up.
They get in your head.

[ text ]

private;

private;

private;

private;

private;

private;

Re: private;

private;

private;

private;