187. And we're back.

[thegooddrjones]

We're back. What have I missed?

[Private to Coyo]
Still in the infirmary?

Comments

Private

[hopeless_hacker]

Angelica reappeared on the Barge on Thursday - also younger and with no memory of ever having been here. She's Angelica Fanshawe now. More recently, O'Brien and Beatty were both murdered, apparently by Barron Sharpe.

...Other than that, I don't think there's been much.

Private

[thegooddrjones]

Angelica's back? Oh my god! Bloody hell, but how does that happen?

Your parents are alright. [Have some attached photos.]

Private

[hopeless_hacker]

Given that neither of them had any memory of the Barge when they were originally here, I'd suggest a parallel world - that they aren't 'our' Sexby and Angelica. It's just the timing that is a little...eerie.

Private

[thegooddrjones]

A bit yeah. Sexby as an inmate... Please tell me Angelica isn't an inmate as well.

[timesbureaucrat]

Oh, nothing much. Murder. Mayhem. Just a typical few days.

[thegooddrjones]

Good to see somethings never change, I suppose. How are you, Narvin?

argh, lj is failing at giving me notifs

[timesbureaucrat]

Well, I wasn't one of the people murdered, so by that standard, I'm doing quite well.

Saaaaaaaaaaame.

[thegooddrjones]

True.

[Private]
I've bought you back a gift. I'll give it to you when I see you.

[young_idealist]

I'm always glad to see you back.

Private

[thegooddrjones]

Thank you, Armand.

Jack sends his love.

Private

[young_idealist]

Thank you so much, Martha. It's been about a year now on board since he left. I've been thinking of him lately.

I wish I knew how to be a better friend to you now you're married, but I don't know how to relate to married ladies. The rules are different when I'm from, you see. I don't wish to intrude, but I do miss your friendship, and even when you used to smack me, figuratively, of course.

Private

[thegooddrjones]

I know it has, Armand.

And things don't change for me, you treat me the same as you always have.

[no_fastolfe]

I am pleased that you've returned, Doctor Jones.

[This may in fact be a smile and rusty, unpracticed, but genuine happiness to see you. Sorry, Doctor; you found Vasilia when she was hurting and you made her not hurt. Now you have the dubious pleasure of her actually sort of kind of liking you I mean you're quite competent for an Earther but also thank you for not letting me die.]

[thegooddrjones]

Thank you, Vasilia. How are you feeling?

[no_fastolfe]

Much improved, physically and mentally. I have limited access to the lab now, and working through logical computer simulations has been soothing.

Was your [what was that word that had gone around, a nuptial trip, what was it?] - honeymoon theraputic?

[thegooddrjones]

I'm glad that you have lab access and it's helpful to you.

It was, thank you. It was very helpful.

[most_feared]

Good to see you around again, doctor.

[thegooddrjones]

Thanks, Kay.

[Private]
I've bought you back a present.

[Private]

[most_feared]

Thank you! I appreciate it. You've always been really kind about that.

[Private]

[thegooddrjones]

Of course. And there's proper wedding cake.