I've a question. Why can't the kitchen request high quality ingredients from the Admiral? This isn't even about the cooking. I'm not quite sure I can even judge your cooking when such terrible quality is used.

[Private to Omega]

How about that pasta? Or anything? I already miss having something good to eat.

[Private to Narvin]As much as it ( Read more... )

[After trying and failing to contact Rose, he went to her room, only to see that it's gone as well. When the camera turns on, Rassilon is visibly upset, even if he tries his best to mask it.]

It may interest some of you that my warden, Rose Tyler, is gone. Her room as well, so I assume this is final.

Wonderful timing, Admiral. I don't need a new ( Read more... )

I assume no one here wants to volunteer for an experiment in genetic engineering, right? [Dramatic sigh.] And I suppose I'm not allowed to try building a weapon, either? It isn't like I could even test it. [Not enough space.] And that when there's nothing else to do on this ship.

[Private to Seven]

Do you want some more of that Silverleaf tea?

What a naïve, childish fool that was. I can assure you, I have no desire to befriend the lot of you. [So stay away from me :|]

( Spam for Omega, private notes for Brax, Narvin, Seven and Rose )

[Inmate filter]

[The first thing you see is a very shaky shot of Rassilon's face. He's got tears in his eyes and looks frankly terrible.] S-someone...

[Then the view changes to Rassilon's door, there's the sound of him fiddling with the lock, then a thump as he falls against the door. He sobs, apparently desperate to get out of his room. After a ( Read more... )

Do you truly think an entity powerful enough to procure a ship like this, to bring all of us here, make deals with some, all without causing any apparent ill effects to time and space, cares about your complaints? Or would be frightened by your threats? You're just wasting your time that way. He probably doesn't even listen.

[Private to Braxiatel ( Read more... )

[Private to Rose]

Miss Tyler, ask the Admiral for my database from the Foundry. Or at least my notes pertaining regeneration.

[Private to Luke]

[So very annoyed.] Either you're lying or you're simply impossible.

[Private to Narvin and Kay]

[He's vaguely hoping Narvin hasn't told that human about his regenerations yet and he can cause at least ( Read more... )

[Private to Omega]

I want to see the lab. We should really start working.

I must say, this is one flood I don't really mind. Certainly better than the last few.

[Private to Rose]

...How are you, Miss Tyler? [Please tell me you're one of the old people. You're a kid again, aren't you?]

[Private to Omega]

Do you have work to do right now?

[Private to Seven]

...Disappointed?

[Private to Rose]

I want to go the lab. And we need to talk.