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For those of you that knew him, Cambridge (SCI » 011 » 015) is longer aboard the ship.

[ That's it, that's the post. Any responses will be delayed by a couple of hours while Oxford lurks angrily in his room, waiting out his headache and trying to resist the urge to destroy what few possessions he has (you'll have more luck if you simply turn up on his doorstep). ]

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Considering your flawless track record of making rationally well thought out announcements while under emotional duress, you'll have to forgive how sceptically I view that statement.

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There's a difference between the emotional responses experienced in conjunction to losing your mind, Josias, and coming to the conclusion that a friend is no longer here. I could not find him in the medical bay, no response from his room, no response from his communicator. He is not here.

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It was the general certainty of it not being the sort of thing you'd blithely announce that I was contesting, not the facts. I'd checked his communicator in the time you took to reply.

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Thank you for that assessment, it will be duly ignored.

[ He's loathe to even bother going on, but frustrated or not, Josias is still a friend, not only to him but to Cambridge too, so he forces himself to enquire further (albeit not very politely, for once). ]

Something else has crawled up your arse today, though. Where's the attitude coming from? I hardly think you would turn to menial bitching simply because a friend has departed.

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Saying "just a friend" has departed doesn't quite manage to cover the fact one of the only people qualified and capable of curing my current condition has BUGGERED OFF.