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the_last_resort2015-05-22 12:32 am
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Entry tags:
Alien Virus
Who: Visscher and Narvin
What: The Going Home plot
When: cross-dimensional wobbly time
Where: A Celestial Intervention Agency space station in orbit around Gallifrey
Notes & Warnings: Probably violence, psychic virus that makes people crazy murderers, possibly alien parasite action
The transmat from Gallifrey deposited Dr. Visscher and Narvin on the transport platform of the space station, then fizzled out, no power left for a return trip. That was Narvin’s first clue that something was Very Wrong. The second was that there was no one there to meet them. Narvin had sent a message to the station three days ago telling them when he was arriving. He was Chief Coordinator of the CIA, a member of the High Council, he was their boss. Someone should have been present to greet him with all due ceremony upon his arrival.
"I wonder where the commanding officers are."
But the room was empty, his voice echoing against the metal walls. No one hurried in late and apologetic. Narvin’s paranoia grew.
What: The Going Home plot
When: cross-dimensional wobbly time
Where: A Celestial Intervention Agency space station in orbit around Gallifrey
Notes & Warnings: Probably violence, psychic virus that makes people crazy murderers, possibly alien parasite action
The transmat from Gallifrey deposited Dr. Visscher and Narvin on the transport platform of the space station, then fizzled out, no power left for a return trip. That was Narvin’s first clue that something was Very Wrong. The second was that there was no one there to meet them. Narvin had sent a message to the station three days ago telling them when he was arriving. He was Chief Coordinator of the CIA, a member of the High Council, he was their boss. Someone should have been present to greet him with all due ceremony upon his arrival.
"I wonder where the commanding officers are."
But the room was empty, his voice echoing against the metal walls. No one hurried in late and apologetic. Narvin’s paranoia grew.