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[ the voice on the other line is obviously feminine and very british, almost posh. she speaks confidently, though not without warmth. ]
Mr. Snape? This is Clara Oswald, one of Nathan's communications officers. He mentioned your suggestion to teach various survival skills, when I brought up a potential event of my own. If you've the time to hear me out and possibly tie our ideas together, I'd appreciate it.
Mr. Snape? This is Clara Oswald, one of Nathan's communications officers. He mentioned your suggestion to teach various survival skills, when I brought up a potential event of my own. If you've the time to hear me out and possibly tie our ideas together, I'd appreciate it.
[Something is probably wrong.] --be helpful to determine if they's was Terran in origin, or potentially even fucking extraterrestrial, would explain a l--
[The camera lens swings erratically through the laboratory space at the pace of William walking, and his talking is indistinct, muffled by a hand clumsily gripped over the receiver. There is enough environmental context for Severus to make out some of the medbay's deeper interior furnishings, before the lens quakes back on-center to look at a blank console.
Mostly blank, anyway: there is a bottom axis, some numbers notched along, 000, 001. However, the diagram itself is sorely lacking for content. For some reason, William apparently finds the absence of anything on his computer thingy extremely interesting.]
--'ve checked the equipment over and over and fuck-all's fucking showing, Severus. It ain't just the interpretive software-- see-- I ran my own blood too. Rechecked the settings after the corridor sample from two months ago, you'll remember. Results as expected.
[The camera blurs, goes out of focus. Jostles over to look at another device, boasting a small screen laddered with 0s.] --breakdown is not merely inconclusive. I'll forward you the results f' your Xenogen lot, but you've got to know what they mean or it'll just look like I bollocked it up royally.
Trust me, I di'nt. [A handful of blood vials swing in and out again of view as William turns around the comm device so that he can stare at the camera. He looks tired and wired at the same time.
William has not yet made up his mind whether to be delighted or terrified.]
Sending it now.
[The attachment is titled: manticore-labs.6633]
[The camera lens swings erratically through the laboratory space at the pace of William walking, and his talking is indistinct, muffled by a hand clumsily gripped over the receiver. There is enough environmental context for Severus to make out some of the medbay's deeper interior furnishings, before the lens quakes back on-center to look at a blank console.
Mostly blank, anyway: there is a bottom axis, some numbers notched along, 000, 001. However, the diagram itself is sorely lacking for content. For some reason, William apparently finds the absence of anything on his computer thingy extremely interesting.]
--'ve checked the equipment over and over and fuck-all's fucking showing, Severus. It ain't just the interpretive software-- see-- I ran my own blood too. Rechecked the settings after the corridor sample from two months ago, you'll remember. Results as expected.
[The camera blurs, goes out of focus. Jostles over to look at another device, boasting a small screen laddered with 0s.] --breakdown is not merely inconclusive. I'll forward you the results f' your Xenogen lot, but you've got to know what they mean or it'll just look like I bollocked it up royally.
Trust me, I di'nt. [A handful of blood vials swing in and out again of view as William turns around the comm device so that he can stare at the camera. He looks tired and wired at the same time.
William has not yet made up his mind whether to be delighted or terrified.]
Sending it now.
[The attachment is titled: manticore-labs.6633]
Edited (fixing my conventions and grammar) 2014-07-15 05:16 (UTC)
i've an additional commitment from 033 >> 071
[ Gwen decides that an audio call is much more professional and a little more serious-sounding than sending a text, which to her, is limited to more idle chatting in lieu of Snapchat, memes, and setting up times and dates for meeting friends.
Her voice is indeed professional; it is also confident, youthful and clearly American. ]
Hi.
Is this Mr Snape? I've heard that you were in charge of the Xenobiology and Genetics department here.
My name is Gwen Stacy, and I'm inquiring about a - uh, well, I guess I'm wondering if there are any opportunities to help out.
Her voice is indeed professional; it is also confident, youthful and clearly American. ]
Hi.
Is this Mr Snape? I've heard that you were in charge of the Xenobiology and Genetics department here.
My name is Gwen Stacy, and I'm inquiring about a - uh, well, I guess I'm wondering if there are any opportunities to help out.
Thanks for the journal. That's a pretty handy trick. I don't suppose there's any chance it's learnable for those of us not born wizards?
[ there appears under Severus door, in the early hours of god knows when before the jump, Corvo's report. Report be a kind word for it, it's a few stacks of paper on top of each other that in the absence of knowing what a stapler and hole punch is, appears to have a neat little knife cut on the pages, and tied together with string. Obviously folded and smoothed out only to be folded again and shoved in his coat pocket.
It is everything that was posted on the network, and then the more nightmarish bits he'd omitted, what in particular the voices had said, how they'd said it, any vague places description of the places exactly where he'd heard what he had. As much detail as he could possibly put in, with care for the dead. Mostly, it's coherent, in order, but there are pieces crossed out and put back in order like it had come back to him later. Little bits of delirium crossed out, and moments of language mixed up.
The last page continues where his report left off, the memories having come back to him, and there he leaves no detail's spared either, of walking into the light, of going so very, very willingly. ]
It is everything that was posted on the network, and then the more nightmarish bits he'd omitted, what in particular the voices had said, how they'd said it, any vague places description of the places exactly where he'd heard what he had. As much detail as he could possibly put in, with care for the dead. Mostly, it's coherent, in order, but there are pieces crossed out and put back in order like it had come back to him later. Little bits of delirium crossed out, and moments of language mixed up.
The last page continues where his report left off, the memories having come back to him, and there he leaves no detail's spared either, of walking into the light, of going so very, very willingly. ]
That is everything now, as it's come back to me. I am sure you saw everything else on the network.
----- If you need anything else, let me know.
C. Attano.
So I'm told that you're the guy to talk to about the Xenobiology department, would that be right?
Oi oi, professor. Couple highlights out of the latest post-Jump news.
[William's voice sounds a little thick, the way Jump-sickness will make a man; it's hard to tell what his mood exactly, but he's trying to be light about it. Which might be concerning enough.]
The manticore blood samples vanished. Right out of their sealed tubes and locked cabinets.
Been remembering a little more about the corridors. Writing it down. Some ovver shit I've got to verify too, I'll let you know.
But I could use one of those dream-free potions, when you've got a chance.
[William's voice sounds a little thick, the way Jump-sickness will make a man; it's hard to tell what his mood exactly, but he's trying to be light about it. Which might be concerning enough.]
The manticore blood samples vanished. Right out of their sealed tubes and locked cabinets.
Been remembering a little more about the corridors. Writing it down. Some ovver shit I've got to verify too, I'll let you know.
But I could use one of those dream-free potions, when you've got a chance.
CXO Snape?
( the title is taken from his number, naturally; she looked up department heads, and 'chief xenogen officer' wasn't that hard to parse. she has doubts it's in use, but given that she doesn't know the alternative and she strongly doubts someone in 'xenobiology and genetics' goes by mister... )
Dr Gallo. I've got a few questions, if you have time.
( british, crisp. she sounds much the way someone might anticipate she would, from the way she wrote; not much in the way of wasted breath. )
( the title is taken from his number, naturally; she looked up department heads, and 'chief xenogen officer' wasn't that hard to parse. she has doubts it's in use, but given that she doesn't know the alternative and she strongly doubts someone in 'xenobiology and genetics' goes by mister... )
Dr Gallo. I've got a few questions, if you have time.
( british, crisp. she sounds much the way someone might anticipate she would, from the way she wrote; not much in the way of wasted breath. )
Can you magically prevent scarring?
If I were to accidentally backhand Remus Lupin and my hand happened to have a knife in it and it was completely not my fault because I'm only learning, you'd definitely be willing to alibi my overall incompetence and lack of premeditation and probably also let me come and sit wherever you moved to for a bit so no one got too mad at me, right.
[ She had been thinking - worrying - that it might get worse, but after bottoming out at what most people would classify as a particularly nasty case of the flu, Claire has stopped wondering about it so much. Still miserable, still tired, still trying to hide the fact that she has tissues stuffed up her nose when no one is looking at her, she has mostly kept to herself in a little corner of the labs where she doesn't have to breathe on anyone. Or be breathed on.
Sometimes she gets up to move around, though that's usually an exercise in both increased sleepiness and in finding some juice to gulp down, which Claire doesn't think actually does anything but which tastes good all the same.
It is on one of these trips that she decides to detour on her way back and looks for Severus, sans tissues. When she finds him, it is with her bottle cracked open as she takes an experimental sip. ]
Do you think they make it with real guava or no?
Sometimes she gets up to move around, though that's usually an exercise in both increased sleepiness and in finding some juice to gulp down, which Claire doesn't think actually does anything but which tastes good all the same.
It is on one of these trips that she decides to detour on her way back and looks for Severus, sans tissues. When she finds him, it is with her bottle cracked open as she takes an experimental sip. ]
Do you think they make it with real guava or no?
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