[12] - Video

[failedcreator]

[Victor is leaning heavily against his desk, looking very unwell indeed. On the desk there is a two way radio that has been pulled into tiny pieces

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[Private Video]

[empirical_data]

I am only fairing well in the presence of ah... Lord Fanny, it seems [It is the drag that gives him pause, it's the name 'Fanny']. The flood is causing us to have to be in someone's company that we are not fully acquainted with.

You may tell me of your research, and also... I have improved. Thank you. And yourself?

[Private Video]

[failedcreator]

I have encountered this wonderous lady. Her choice of naming is most original, and possibly a statement comparable to the woman of the barge wearing pants. [Yup, Victor still hasn't gotten the memo on that one.] I wonder, in such a case, what company I am urged to seek out?

I fare well, apart from the persistant sickness of this flood. I am glad to here of your own improvement. [He found it rather disturbing.] As for the research, I was inquiring as to whether I may now obtain your permission to conduct scans of the brains?

[Private Video]

[empirical_data]

[Oh, such a pause.] She appears to be fond of dresses nonetheless. I do not know who it will be. Just that it is a person you do not know well.

Yes, you may do so. As I said, be certain to ask first and verify no harm will come to anyone.

[Private Video]

[failedcreator]

It is perhaps a more spiritual form of pants. [Yup, that made sense to Victor. Metaphorical pants.] Also, if I do not know this person, I am unclear on just how I will be able to find them.

That is most excellent. I will make sure that no harm results. Unless the tricorder machine is capable of damage? [He hadn't thought to ask before.]

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[always_thewoman]

[A sharp rap sounds on Victor's door, and then, before he could have a chance to respond, it opens unceremoniously. Irene moves directly across the room towards him, as if impelled by some other force, her face a mask of distaste. Even as she's moving, she speaks.]

My apologies, I don't mean to appear over-familiar, but I found I couldn't -

[She stops abruptly in a rustle of skirts and fabric beside Victor, looking a touch relieved]

Well. That was certainly queer. Have you... felt anything unusual, today, by any chance?

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[failedcreator]

[Victor is obviously horrified by not only having a woman burst into his room, but having her stand so close. Even if it does make him feel much, much better.] Ms Adler!

[Victor got up from his desk, retreating to the other side of the room. He tries to ignore the growing feeling of sickness as he does so.] There have been many unusual things today. [Such as her behavior, according to Victor, who hadn't quite made the link yet about just what this flood was.]

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[always_thewoman]

[Although she couldn't expect anything less from Victor - would, in general, actually appreciate his decorum - in this situation, it makes her snap testily -]

Oh, don't be so daft, you -

[She pauses, putting a hand to her chest. Irene stumbles forward a step, looking a bit pale.]

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[failedcreator]

[Before Victor has time to really over analyze Irene's abrupt change of tone, the situation changes dramatically. She stumbles, which Victor's mind can only interpret as a swoon.]

Are you quite well? [As he speaks, Victor steps forward to help, offering Irene a hand.]