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[ the video feed flickers onto the face of an older gentleman; unflattering low angle, poor lighting, eyebrows hanging heavy over his eyes and lips tightly pursed. he's wearing a nice, heavy coat over a hoodie and a t-shirt featuring a sick ass space shark, though much of the ensemble's coated in a fine yellowish dust. looks like it could use a wash.

not his main concern right now. ]

Really? [ one corner of his mouth quirks up, wry. ] Cast across time and drifting lost and alone amongst storms of raw negative energy, but you've got social networking. How very... human, I bet a human knocked this up. D'you call it Spacebook or something?

[ original dad joke, do not steal. no apology is forthcoming.

the camera swings round, losing sight of him for a second as he sets the device down on something solid. re-adjusts it until it's centered properly on his face, steady now. ]

Hel-lo, Avagi. I'm the Doctor. Yes, just the Doctor. I arrived on your quaint little space station only recently — not the worst I've encountered. Well done. Probably... well, possibly not even in the bottom ten, but I mourn for some of your equipment. Someone made off with two-thirds of your laboratory, you realize, and ohhh, the state of your computers...

[ briefly aims the camera up at one of the aforementioned storms. ] But I must say, the open-plan observation station is a bold design.

[ casually tossing topics out as he rapidly approaches the actual purpose of this broadcast. this time he points at the screen, seriously, ]

Has anyone established themselves as your de facto leader yet? I'd like to know who to ignore.

The rest of you, tell me about the Ingress as it was, and the planets you've visited. Any of them.

[ over and out. ]

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[ he briefly scans the document, and starts entering his name under several sections. he's nothing if not enterprising, and also has the attention span of an adolescent gnat. it's just fortunate he's an enterprising gnat with a load of applicable skills.

he can't help but feel something's missing, though. ]

And all of the other, non-engineering, non-medical sciences...?

[squadgoals]

Believe it or not, you're the first person to bring it up properly.

Want me to add on a category? No harm in making a more complete list—and I'm sure you'd get a volunteer or two there.

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[ give him a second, he's gone ahead and taken the initiative before she even asked, ]

Done.

[ it's a pretty wide umbrella of a category, but that can be sorted out if anyone actually volunteers. or he can just science all by his lonesome; fine by him either way. ]

Well, you're only on a space station with a leaky interdimensional portal, packed with a variety of lifeforms, surrounded by an ominous space storm. If you can find one or two people interested in our continued survival, do send them to me.

[ if that sounds a bit snippy, it's only because he cares. about science. ]

[squadgoals]

[The attachment pings, and she flits a smile on the camera. Initiative! This guy was great.]

Appreciated. Science. Very straight-forward. [Very scientific, really.

If she's at all bothered by his tone, it doesn't show—conversely, she seems energized by it, crossing her arms and chuckling]

People who value the continuous state of being alive? Hmm. No guarantees, but I'll see who I can round up. Looking for any particular kind of expert?