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gobybessie[ John is carefully poised at the desk, fingers folded and elbows resting on the hard surface. He starts by clearing his throat. ]
As a previous post hinted, another clinic employee has lost their Echoes. That employee is Mordin Solus. But don't worry; it is still safe. He left notes for himself, and there is still at least me from the network working there. Should you for whatever reason prefer to have someone from the network present if you need to see us, I would be happy to do so at any time if at all possible.
Otherwise, I hope everyone is well out there. Things are turning ... even less favourable. Which makes me regret the fact that I bought plane tickets to go back to the UK from the seventh to the twenty-first, but I don't think I'll cancel them. It's rather important. More on that in a minute.
I have a few questions first. Three, to be exact. One.
[ While he opens a drawer and leans back to reach into it, he holds up a finger. ]
Does the name Gallifrey ring any bells for anyone? I think that's my home planet. My other self's home planet. But that's all I know about it for now.
[ Aside from remembering fleeing it, but he'll leave that bit out since he has no idea why he did, after all. Just knows it was fleeing. And that the time machine he has is probably stolen. Doesn't seem important, though.
He puts a paper down in front of him and turns back, holding up a device. ]
Two, does anyone know what this is? It doesn't work. There's a button, but pressing it does nothing.
And lastly, [ this time he holds up the paper; a drawing, ] does anyone recognise this? I drew it as well as I could. I'm inclined to say it's a robot. It talked like one, and looks the part. It had a sucker cup for an arm whatever reason, and the other arm is a weapon. It can paralyse people for as long as it likes, but if it can kill I don't know. Wouldn't surprise me.
[ He puts it down, and sighs. ]
I intend to tell my family. I have spent enough festive occasions without them. There is only one big problem.
I don't look like the same person anymore. And I really do mean that. For anyone who missed it, I used to look like this.
[ Cue holding up a photo. ]
I am not entirely sure how to go about it, so having some people with me who might be able to help reassure them would be helpful, or any suggestions you might have. I want-- I need this to work. That is also why I'm going back to the UK. My brother and parents are there. I'm aware of the Echo situation, of course, and I don't know what will happen but I would like to try.
[ There's a pause, and he nods. ]
I suppose that's that.
[ And he reaches out and cuts the feed. ]
As a previous post hinted, another clinic employee has lost their Echoes. That employee is Mordin Solus. But don't worry; it is still safe. He left notes for himself, and there is still at least me from the network working there. Should you for whatever reason prefer to have someone from the network present if you need to see us, I would be happy to do so at any time if at all possible.
Otherwise, I hope everyone is well out there. Things are turning ... even less favourable. Which makes me regret the fact that I bought plane tickets to go back to the UK from the seventh to the twenty-first, but I don't think I'll cancel them. It's rather important. More on that in a minute.
I have a few questions first. Three, to be exact. One.
[ While he opens a drawer and leans back to reach into it, he holds up a finger. ]
Does the name Gallifrey ring any bells for anyone? I think that's my home planet. My other self's home planet. But that's all I know about it for now.
[ Aside from remembering fleeing it, but he'll leave that bit out since he has no idea why he did, after all. Just knows it was fleeing. And that the time machine he has is probably stolen. Doesn't seem important, though.
He puts a paper down in front of him and turns back, holding up a device. ]
Two, does anyone know what this is? It doesn't work. There's a button, but pressing it does nothing.
And lastly, [ this time he holds up the paper; a drawing, ] does anyone recognise this? I drew it as well as I could. I'm inclined to say it's a robot. It talked like one, and looks the part. It had a sucker cup for an arm whatever reason, and the other arm is a weapon. It can paralyse people for as long as it likes, but if it can kill I don't know. Wouldn't surprise me.
[ He puts it down, and sighs. ]
I intend to tell my family. I have spent enough festive occasions without them. There is only one big problem.
I don't look like the same person anymore. And I really do mean that. For anyone who missed it, I used to look like this.
[ Cue holding up a photo. ]
I am not entirely sure how to go about it, so having some people with me who might be able to help reassure them would be helpful, or any suggestions you might have. I want-- I need this to work. That is also why I'm going back to the UK. My brother and parents are there. I'm aware of the Echo situation, of course, and I don't know what will happen but I would like to try.
[ There's a pause, and he nods. ]
I suppose that's that.
[ And he reaches out and cuts the feed. ]
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