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[hedoniste]

I'd like to speak with someone from Communications and someone from Xenogen, since Nathan seems to have taken his leave and I'm not sure which of Severus' scientists is currently pulling rank on that side of their department.

That's all. Unless anyone wants something from me.

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[treasonista]

They're my scientists, if you want to get technical.

This is Doctor Knutson, co-head of Xenogen. How can I be of service?

[hedoniste]

Well, pardon me.

( not rly, she's pretty sure that just means odessa is severus' main scientist. )

I've got something that might interest you. Afraid it's not more pictures, though you never did tell me what you thought.

( god did she seriously fuck a vampire in her twenties. is that better or worse than marrying her rebound. this comm device has been a treasure trove of bad ideas she doesn't even really remember having. )

[treasonista]

[ omg ilde didn't age give you manners? rude!! ]

You're right, I didn't. But everything appeared to be fine.

[ "Fine" is not a professional term, Odessa. Also yes, you did seriously fuck a vampire in your twenties and then send video to the doctor in the aftermath. That happened. ]

What do you have for me, Ms Featherstonehaugh?

[hedoniste]

Knox. Mrs.

My uncle was an American geneticist, and he did privately funded research into interspecies breeding between humans and the fae which he sent to me for safekeeping a few years ago. It's dry as hell, but I thought it might be the sort of thing your department finds interesting enough to get further through it than I did.

[treasonista]

Well, pardon me.

[ Was that sass? It's hard to tell via text, isn't it? ]

That is absolutely something I and my department would be interested in. Would you like to deliver it to us? Or shall I send someone to fetch it?

[ One of her scientists, presumably. ]

[voice]

[ryuuzaki]

Yes?

[You already got someone from the other department, so which one this is is obvious, right?]

∞

[hedoniste]

( ilde switches, obligingly. )

I'd like to know if it's possible to get access here to what's on a laptop circa the mid-2020s. Use of the thing would be fantastic, but I'd settle for being able to get some of the files off it.

[ryuuzaki]

How bricked is it at the moment?

[hedoniste]

It's fine, but the battery's not going to last forever and I don't know how that works with the technology here.

[cabins]

That's what I was afraid of.

[She'd found Nathan's locker empty, unable to find him. She did raid his rooms, absconding with the Earth whiskey amongst other things. Her sweet boyfriend, gone. And his brother with him.]

Perhaps speak with Bail Organa?

[hedoniste]

If he's there when I drop by, I may do.

( in fairness, ilde doesn't recognize the number of the person who did respond to her from comms - for all she knows, she may have already.

well, she hasn't, but she doesn't know that. )

[cabins]

Wonderful. I believe he would be a good replacement for Nathan.

[If he was gone. But he was. She knew it.]

[hedoniste]

I really don't know anything about what his job entailed, so I couldn't guess who'll follow that act, to tell you the truth.

( well, not entirely true. nathan gave her a tour of comms, once, and discussed it in some detail; she has enough of a working knowledge of what they do to know what to be careful about doing herself, on the network. but that had been the one and only time she stepped foot in there, and besides 'obviously nathan' she's not even sure who works in that department. )

[deservesadaisy]

Are you offering anything?

[hedoniste]

You'd be lucky.

[deservesadaisy]

Well, given the open-ended sign-off, I thought I might as well ask. Nothing ventured.

[hedoniste]

Conversation. Noun. Informal discussion exchanging ideas and information. Does not require inherent generosity on the part of person leaving the floor open to inquiries.

voice.

[northerner]

You're certain he's gone?

[ robb sounds shaken in spite of himself. he's had nathan since the beginning. he's never thought of losing him. ]

voice.

[hedoniste]

I'm sorry.

( yes. )

voice.

[northerner]

Aye.

[ quietly. ]

Perhaps it is a blessing. He had dwelled here for longer than most. He must have missed his home greatly.

voice.

[hedoniste]

( probably better they don't know he's probably dead, huh. )

I can imagine.

text.

[kutte]

Shit.

Well, so long as you're offering, I'll take a trim.

text.

[hedoniste]

You can owe me a drink for it.

[kutte]

Good, cause I'm shit out of smokes. Unless the ship gives me a resupply next jump.

[hedoniste]

I've still got some squirreled away.