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[littletonoidea]

"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--"

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[pharadyne]

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.

[littletonoidea]

Where are you at now? I'll come meet you, we can cover more ground.

[And it's a distinct change in tone for Eiffel, from happy-go-lucky to tense and focused, but fuck he's worried.]

We're gonna find him, Norton.

[pharadyne]

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.

[littletonoidea]

[Eiffel hears that light crack of sanity in Norton's voice and makes the executive decision not to mention that sometimes people vanish from the ship with their doors still intact.]

Copy that. I'll be there in half a minute.