[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

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[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the whole bloody ship so help me god.

[ An idle threat, don’t you worry. If she had been at full strength then she might have attempted to slip her way through the ship’s systems but as it is she can barely switch a light off, let alone override the hundreds of security precautions that would undoubtedly stand between her and an airlock. Still, the impulse behind the threat is very real: uncertainty and fear mingled with a desperation to check that she wasn’t going mad and dreaming this all... ]

unless this is some hideously unfunny prank in which case you can all go to hell.

bad form, you bastards.

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don't get sassy with me, space man. I was merely indulging in a private joke.

[ there's an unimpressed hairflip going on at Cambridge's end of the comms system. If only this was a video feed. ]

where are you from. don't say mars.

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and I'm quite sure your dear Vulcan is all the better for it.

[ oh god, Oxbridge varsity, she cannot resist. To the extent that she completely misses Spock's use of the past tense. Whoops. ]

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[ perfectly alright. he's in no real hurry to mention it anyway. ]

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2011. I do realise that must seem rather primitive in your eyes, so please spare telling me so.

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[ yep, she's gonna go ahead and decide not to read in to any of the potential snark in that comment. ]

dare I ask the same question of you.

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how terribly modern. what on earth is that date in comparison to my own calendar, I do wonder.

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anomalous to an extent. I have someone with me that is a different version of an associate as mine. Unless the ship likes to play with our gender as much as it does with our minds.

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