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Soooo... hey. I'm Sam. You guys probably met me before - I've lost a few years, and, uh. I guess I don't remember the last few trips here. So if anybody'd like to fill me in about - whatever the hell I did around here, I'd love to refresh my memory.
[Not that he could, either way. He's a babyface (who still looks a bit like he got into a barfight).]
Actually, I wanted to ask - anybody got any useful books? Outside of this place, I mean. Anything with actual - information. Nonfiction stuff, old age books, whatever.
[It's been about a week since Sam got aboard the ship, and really, he's mostly been trying to find anything to occupy his time in the library. Yeah, yeah, he's a nerd or whatever; Dean's probably said anything you could say about his bookworm stuff. But he's not too content with the selection, and as he's scanning through the holographic consoles; the green-glow plays off his face as he sighs, leaning back to talk to the comm. Hi everyone, I'm a moose, how's it going.]
I'm not really finding anything remotely helpful here - not much of a surprise, considering everything else I've read on the network about this place... [He squints up at the hologram, shaking his head.] A ship like this without anything helpful in the library? I guess everyone's pretty much already guessed something got rid of anything important here. Now all you've got is...
[what the hell is this - he half-laughs, throughly amused and repulsed as he reads the passage aloud]
"Captain Haroldo set his phasers to love as the exotic alien princess ran her hands down his glistening abs..."
[He trails off, and whatever he reads in his head after that is clearly beautiful enough to make him laugh aloud.]
Dude, gross. Look, Dean, this stuff was practically made for you.
[:)))))]
[Not much later, he includes a quick little encryption - it was kinda interesting, to mess with. Go technology. More importantly... there's someone he wants to - meet? Re-meet? He's not even sure what to call it, but he knows that it's better to have a chat sooner than later.]
[To Jo Harvelle // Encrypted 50%]
Hey, uh... I hope I'm doing this right.
Jo?
[Not that he could, either way. He's a babyface (who still looks a bit like he got into a barfight).]
Actually, I wanted to ask - anybody got any useful books? Outside of this place, I mean. Anything with actual - information. Nonfiction stuff, old age books, whatever.
[It's been about a week since Sam got aboard the ship, and really, he's mostly been trying to find anything to occupy his time in the library. Yeah, yeah, he's a nerd or whatever; Dean's probably said anything you could say about his bookworm stuff. But he's not too content with the selection, and as he's scanning through the holographic consoles; the green-glow plays off his face as he sighs, leaning back to talk to the comm. Hi everyone, I'm a moose, how's it going.]
I'm not really finding anything remotely helpful here - not much of a surprise, considering everything else I've read on the network about this place... [He squints up at the hologram, shaking his head.] A ship like this without anything helpful in the library? I guess everyone's pretty much already guessed something got rid of anything important here. Now all you've got is...
[what the hell is this - he half-laughs, throughly amused and repulsed as he reads the passage aloud]
"Captain Haroldo set his phasers to love as the exotic alien princess ran her hands down his glistening abs..."
[He trails off, and whatever he reads in his head after that is clearly beautiful enough to make him laugh aloud.]
Dude, gross. Look, Dean, this stuff was practically made for you.
[:)))))]
[Not much later, he includes a quick little encryption - it was kinda interesting, to mess with. Go technology. More importantly... there's someone he wants to - meet? Re-meet? He's not even sure what to call it, but he knows that it's better to have a chat sooner than later.]
[To Jo Harvelle // Encrypted 50%]
Hey, uh... I hope I'm doing this right.
Jo?
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My dad's the same way. Made me do most of the technical work for him, when slapping the screen didn't solve his problems.
[Sam wasn't used to talking to people about his family, lately, but he didn't mind it. As much as he liked to be the rebel goody-two-shoes, there were moments in his life he genuinely liked to think about. His father hunkered over a laptop looking annoyed is a great thought to entertain, sometimes.]
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We had nothing like these in my home. I cannot imagine what my lord father would have done with them, though I don't think he would have slapped them.
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Mine had a good enough temper for it.
[Which wasn't always such a smiling matter, but... whatever. The bad memories aren't great to entertain when you're in a good mood.]
You're one of the people from a different time period, right?
Or a guess everyone else is from a different time, to you.
[Because geez, does the world revolve around the 21st century here or what.]
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Meeting people who're from a different time, though -- that's the most interesting part, to me. That sometimes I might be talking to the past or the present. It's, uh. Pretty cool, I think.
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I cannot tell whether I am from the past. My world is strange to most, and the names of our land exist nowhere, for many of the people I've spoken to.
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