File #003 :audio | written:

[unfringed]

[The audio file follows exactly as it is written, save for a few places where Walter stutters or mumbles.]

Greetings fellow inmates of Luceti, my name is Walter Bishop and I am constructing a laboratory in my living space. If anyone should come across any equipment that may be of use in doing so, I would be most obliged if you could tell me.

Now, onto the important matters. I was told there are others who are experts or at least versed in transdimensional world travelling and I should very much like to speak to them. Particularly the one named "Tony Stark" if he is available. A young girl named Harlem said I should say hello to you.

I have also heard there were others involved in a failed attempt at returning home. I should very much like to speak to these individuals if they are still present. I believe we may be able to help each other.

Also, if anyone has seen a set of tuning forks, I seem to have misplaced them.

Please check your microwave ovens and other such devices before turning them on. It would be most unfortunate if you should end up with one in your neck.

Thank you for your time.

Oh, and residents of Building 1. Flame Building - what an unfortunate name - if you see sugar cubes lying on the counters, please return them to me. But do not touch them with your bare hands. Thank you.

Comments

[Voice]

[spohkh]

Mister Bishop, it is good to see you well underway with your own laboratory. Do you require assistance?
[Because Spock enjoyed the whole science thing.]

Voice

[tea_lover64]

Microwave ovens?

[Tuning forks he had heard of, but that concept is a little advanced for his world yet]

[Text]

[sand_lost]

What's wrong with the sugar?

voice

[stilldontgotit]

But what are the chances those tuning forks even wound up in our microwaves? Unless you're breaking into people's rooms, I don't see that happening.

[A beat.]

What do you need sugar for, anyway?

[Voice]

[materiathief]

...You made sugar cubes dangerous?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

I don't know if I'm an expert, but I've experienced transdimensional travel.

[Voice]

[magicalesbian]

[Oh no, it's the crazy guy.]

[She really should just ignore this. There is no reason she has to reach out to him. None whatsoever. Even if he is asking about the one topic she feels confident enough in to consider herself something of a professional.]

[Just close the journal, Kari. Just close it and walk away and--]

Well, I guess I'm something of a professional. I mean, I've certainly studied it enough, and it's kinda what I used to do back home, so...

[Damnit.]

voice

[fightforthelost]

Bit of a mouthful.

voice;

[lorentzian]

Okay, one? I'm the wormhole specialist around here. Hi. Two, I was one of three people involved in the attempt you're talking about. Three: my name is Jane Foster. What can I do for you, Walter?

[voice] should we do a fork hunt

[relinquishing]

The microwave? I'm... pretty sure those aren't for cooking.

[The cadence is a little bit familiar to Guy. He could have sworn he's heard this man before... maybe on the stairwell?

Does he dare to go check the third floor's microwave...]

Anyway. Do you remember what you were doing when you last saw them? Or the, ah... sugar cubes?

[Voice]

[luckynumberthree]

Morning, Walter! How goes getting settled in?

...Do I want to know how you danger-fied sugar cubes?

[written, camera obscured]

[readytobe]

A laboratory? What sort of experiments will you be performing?

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

Haruhi.

voice;

[breezing]

What sort of equipment d'you think would be useful?

[ She'll try to keep an eye out. ...Although. ]

What's wrong with the sugar cubes?