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Communications Officer Doug Eiffel ([personal profile] littletonoidea) wrote2022-03-02 01:29 am
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"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

BZZZZZZZ

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pharadyne: (worried)

Slightly Backdated to Nov 5th

[personal profile] pharadyne 2023-11-07 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ From here ]

Mr. Eiffel, is Neal with you and if he isn't with you have you heard from him recently, and by recently I mean within the last day or so?
Edited 2023-11-07 04:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pharadyne 2023-11-07 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sadly, we weren't. He never showed up. I thought maybe an emergency had come up, or he was busy, or didn't want to talk to me for some inconceivable reason.

Maybe he fell into stasis, but in the art gazebo and no one's noticed because he's...behind a giant painting or something like that. [Norton is grasping at straws but he will cling to these straws of hope as long as he can.] Or maybe the greenhouse.
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[personal profile] pharadyne 2023-11-07 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Norton waits in restless silence for only a little while until he calls out through the communicator, hoping it would be heard through the walkie talkie too.]

Neal, if you're there, please pick up the phone...radio...thing.
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[personal profile] pharadyne 2023-11-07 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
General troll around the ship, to make sure it wasn't just that he was...[trying to avoid Norton]...caught in a project and left his communicator somewhere. Had a look in all the public areas, but haven't had time to search deeper than that. Dimensionally transcendental space is bloody inconvenient in moments like this.
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[personal profile] pharadyne 2023-11-07 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course we will! [Norton says with a manic edge to his voice.] The ship's not that big, dimensionally transcendental or not, and he's got to be on it because...the door!

I'm in the hallway, deck three. Malcolm's here, too.