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[ Oh dear. That's rather a grumpy face on the other end of the feed. It's the face of a telepath with a pounding headache - not nearly as bad as he would have imagined, given the circumstances, but still rather bothersome, all the same. There is a great deal of exasperation in his voice as he speaks, as if he's a parent reprimanding an errant child that keeps making the same mistake over and over again. ]

I would like to state for the record that this "jumpsuit" is an absolute travesty. I have no intention of wearing it for extended periods of time- [ the bare shoulders visible in shot should be some indication of this ] -and God knows I am incredibly hopeful that in time it might be possible to find some alternative clothing that isn't nearly as criminal as this. I'm practically offended.

[ A brief pause, another faint wince as the headache throbs. ]

In any case, I suppose it was about time to make proper use of this little device. Good day, fellow captives, I hope you're all as delighted as I am by your existence upon this ship. My name is John Buchanan, but you may call me Oxford instead - it doesn't sound nearly quite as dull. [ He smiles, just a tad, and it's unclear why. Maybe at his little jab at his given name, maybe at something else. ]

Finally, a small request; if anyone has some ibuprofen, I'd be much obliged and indebted if they could perhaps share it before my skull cracks in half.

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[ Just give him a moment; when he switches the video feed on, he is leaning in close, with a broad, wildly amused smile. A slight pause - and then he takes a few steps back. Fairly broad shoulders, toned and muscular abdomen from years of looking after himself and then several years of running around being a bit 007. And, lo and behold, underwear. As promised. ]

Satisfied?

[ Mouse — a scrawny thing with big hair, big eyes and little boy shoulders — is nothing but giggles on his end of the line for a long while. He covers his mouth with both hands (encased in the denim of his sleeves) as he hiccups and snorts, eyes crinkled. ]

Ew, [ he manages between laughs. ] Ewwwwwww.

TMI, TMI.

[ Oxford is unsurprised by Mouse's appearance and youth, and is almost a little charmed by the ridiculous giggles, so much so that he can't even be bothered to be offended by such a response to his wonderful physique. As he sits himself back down in front of the camera - just his face and shoulders visible once again - he snorts lightly. ]

You asked for it.

[ He really, really did, but that's not going to keep Mouse from being a brat about it. Still, his horror is also his delight and so for every face he makes, Oxford wins another wide grin or smatter of giggles. ]

Uncle!

[ Enough, enough. His hands return to the keys and there's text again. Obviously, Mouse prefers it. ]

[ Badum-ching. ]

[ Oxford merely raises a brow and then he too switches to back to text. ]

[ He's joking, don't even. ]

[ Too late, tiger. ]

[ Oh dear. Oxford forgot how difficult kids can be. ]

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[ After a moment, he sends another message. ]

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[ He feels as though this spaceship might cause some of his old bad habits to resurface, but at the moment he's not sure if he cares. ]

[ Cambridge will be sorry she didn't make friends with you. ]

[ She called him Hugo. It cannot be understated how not okay this was. ]

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[ Mouse certainly has an interesting way of communicating, and Oxford's rather intrigued by it. Rather juvenile, but still very understandable. Characteristic. ]

[ It's a symptom of growing up as removed from the civilized world has he had — sheltered away in the arid landscape of the Nevada desert by his father. Most of his childhood and the formative beginnings of his adolescence were spent in near silence. His speech patterns are much the same. ]

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