Video // and backdated [spam] for Leia Organa and Metacrisis Ten.

[beam_me]

The crisis isn't over with, but we're narrowin' down most of the data and results, it seems. Wish people wouldn't go about makin' announcements without the proper info, but it's all good and well. Aye, I believe we can move past this with a bit o' time

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[beam_me]

Absolutely, mate. That'd be no problem at all. When would y'like t'do this? Also... who's Sam?

private to Sam and Howie - spam/log/assume?

[beam_me]

Right, yeah, I know the bloke now. I'm good to go now, then.

[Spam]

[willkissawookie]

[Leia herself was outfitted in not much more than her white space suit, gloves, and an oxygen mask with a radio transmitter. Tucked securely under her arm were their records so far on their work on the device, filled with notes of her own in her neat handwriting, and some of Scotty's scrawled in the margins. She herself didn't enjoy grunt work, but someone had to do it, so it might as well be her. She wouldn't just sit on her ass while someone else was putting their life at risk. As she entered the dining hall, she looked around at the mess that still somewhat remained. The place was still in somewhat of a disassemble and almost seemed haunted with how quiet it was in comparison to during meals. Quietly, she made her way over to the engineer, grateful her hair was secured in tight braids along her crown.]

Good evening, Scotty.

[She acknowledged him with a tilt of her head.]

[Spam]

[beam_me]

[He was standing on top of a table now, merrily going about his scrubbing business with little incident or error. When he heard Leia, he twisted around to look at her from inside his hazmat suit with a big, goofy grin.]

Leia! 's a lovely day, innit? Sun's shining, birds are singing, radiation's pulsing. [He motions around in a sort of sarcastic way.] I'm about ready t'have a picnic myself. Don't y'think I picked the ideal spot? [He was venturing out into ranting territory, so he summarily cleared his throat and pointed to the scrubber and the boxes in the corner.] The little blue guy on the right [He held up his own] can get rid of any unsafe radiation levels. Y'just need to run it over the walls, the floor, the chairs -- everything solid, t'be sure.

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[willkissawookie]

[Leia smiled over at him from where she stood in the doorway before she made her way over to where the blue scrubber sat. She held up the device questioningly to make sure it was what she was looking for.]

This it?

[It was curious to look at, honestly, as the technology was different from that in her universe.

[beam_me]

Absolutely, lassie. When're'ye free?

Spam/Log/Assume? :]

[beam_me]

Sounds like a plan t'me! Lunch isn't too far off, either. You'll be illuminated yet.

[emptyyourself]

At last, cooler heads prevail.

Though I must admit, I am surprised we haven't found little bits of Shinzon lying about the ship yet.

He hasn't heard the news yeeet.

[heavenonthemind]

Why Shinzon?

[emptyyourself]

...

It was merely an example.

[heavenonthemind]

No, explain.