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[inthetower]

Every once in a while, Rassilon can make the inner laboratory accessible to beings who don't blithely sidestep through time the way he and his son and consort do. This is one such occasion, as he creates a dimensional pathway, then dims the light.

He then waits for Some to meet with him.

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[some_thing_]

Some notices the dim light the moment he arrives, and it sets him unexpectedly at ease. "Thank you for seeing me, Mister Rassilon."

[inthetower]

"It isn't a problem," he answers, smiling.

"Now, there are a few different ways this might be done, so I'd like to describe all of them before a decision is made, if that'd be all right."

[some_thing_]

Some finds a seat, ready to settle in. "Please, do. I don't know anything about how this might work."

[inthetower]

Rassilon also finds someplace to sit, lit only by the small lights of computer terminals