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[fuckseptember]

[TYPED ON THE NETWORK]

Hey everyone, I'm Peter Bishop one of the new guys. I'm wondering if we have white pages or something. I'm specifically looking for a doctor, preferably a sane one but I'm honestly not very picky.

I'm at the mess hall if anyone feels like talking in person. I have donuts.

Comments

[skepticalities]

[IN THE MESS HALL, peering over his shoulder.]

For what it's worth? You might want to be picky.

[fuckseptember]

But then the crazy ones might not show at all, and how would I keep tabs on them if they don't?

[skepticalities]

Well, if you want to keep tabs on them . . .

[fuckseptember]

Knowing who they are can't hurt.

[skepticalities]

Probably not.

[fuckseptember]

... this was a great plan.

[LINCOLN. LINCOLN THERE'S AN ALIEN. A REAL ALIEN!!1]

[skepticalities]

[I'VE MET SPACE DINOSAUR BATMAN, HE'S BADASS.]

It's . . . something, that's for sure. I take it you've never met the alien population here before.

[fuckseptember]

[8D]

He might show me alien tech.

[skepticalities]

. . . alien tech.

[fuckseptember]

And we're gonna try to build something to check for molecular stability.

[skepticalities]

You're here, right? So . . .

[fuckseptember]

Yeah it's just to make sure. Plus, if we can get it working we can scan the barrier for weak points.

[skepticalities]

. . . about that.

[fuckseptember]

Don't step on my hopes and dream so early, Lincoln. Think of my feelings.

[skepticalities]

I'm sure your feelings have been through worse. Such as being nonexistent.

[fuckseptember]

That's hurting my feelings.