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[Walter turns on the video for the journal, sets it up and then moves back, sitting down on a chair in front of it. He's wear a lab coat over his usual checkered shirt and sweater cardigan combo and looks quite gleeful, gesturing toward the camera with a welcoming motion.]
Fellow denizens of Luceti! My name is Walter Bishop and I come to you with a unique request.
I would like to take a tissue and wing sample from every person in the compound - a simple test, really, very quick, not at all painful [Says the man who can tolerate electroshock therapy with a smile] - in order to help the scientists of our great community better understand the makeup of this universe.
Should you and several of your companions be from the same world, it would be most helpful if one or all could donate, although one should suffice if anyone is a tad squeamish.
I will be taking the samples this afternoon in the plaza.
Oh! And hot cocoa will be provided for compensation of course. I'm no madman.
This afternoon, starting at 1pm. Any and all volunteers are welcome! Those who don't wish to volunteer, don't worry - I'm sure I can find you somehow, yes?
[Action: Plaza, 1PM]
[As promised, Walter is bundled up in warmer clothes at the plaza with a little table of lab equipment and a rather large cooler that holds several Thermoses of hot cocoa. There are even little marshmallows for people who want them.]
Fellow denizens of Luceti! My name is Walter Bishop and I come to you with a unique request.
I would like to take a tissue and wing sample from every person in the compound - a simple test, really, very quick, not at all painful [Says the man who can tolerate electroshock therapy with a smile] - in order to help the scientists of our great community better understand the makeup of this universe.
Should you and several of your companions be from the same world, it would be most helpful if one or all could donate, although one should suffice if anyone is a tad squeamish.
I will be taking the samples this afternoon in the plaza.
Oh! And hot cocoa will be provided for compensation of course. I'm no madman.
This afternoon, starting at 1pm. Any and all volunteers are welcome! Those who don't wish to volunteer, don't worry - I'm sure I can find you somehow, yes?
[Action: Plaza, 1PM]
[As promised, Walter is bundled up in warmer clothes at the plaza with a little table of lab equipment and a rather large cooler that holds several Thermoses of hot cocoa. There are even little marshmallows for people who want them.]
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Damage! What damage? It's only a tissue sample, maybe a little blood. People give more than that when they donate to hospitals. We give more of it when we shampoo our hair and dandruff occurs. It's a simple procedure and I'm offering compensation.
[He gestures to the Thermoses of cocoa and the bags of marshmallows.]
It's hardly hurting them at all.
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[Does Spock sounds upset? No way, must be a trick of the light.]
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[He waves away the concern and returns to his table, picking up a microscope slide labeled "Subject #1 - skin" and another with a red dot in the middle, also labeled "Subject #1 - blood." Then he rolls back his sleeve to show a bandage on his arm.]
It hardly hurt at all.
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This is hardly a properly sanitized environment... and you seem to have an abnormally high pain tolerance. You should not expect the same from others. I have known many individuals in this enclosure who were bedridden for days because a single feather was pulled.
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[Walter has turned away now, ranting more to himself than Spock.]
No one asks who does the cleaning, no one sees who does it. It's just "magically" done and no one asks how. How do we even know if anything is sanitized at all?
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[Spock quirks an eyebrow when Walter suddenly turns away... he's still talking though. Shrugging to himself, the Vulcan helps himself to a cup of cocoa... but thinks better of it. He doesn't know if he trusts the brown substance to be as advertised.]
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I am not crazy! I hear myself perfectly well, but it seems no one else in this enclosure does! And the only ones who did are gone now - taken! I couldn't do a thing to stop it, but I'm trying to now and everyone tells me to stop?!
[He looks at Spock, rage brimming over into heartbreak.]
Why should I stop when it could prevent heartbreak? Help the people of the enclosure? How do you know my theory is wrong? Have you tried it?
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Your efforts are appreciated, they are... but perhaps we could try another angle?
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[He waves his hands again and sets them on the table, gripping the edge of it. He has to calm down. Peter would calm him now - or Asteroid. Sometimes even Olivia. He doesn't have them here. He has to learn how to be on his own. Forced independence - something he'd experienced when Peter left, but not to this degree.
He breathed in slowly, exhaled and repeated until he could feel the storm in him calming. He hated having his methods questioned, even if it was from a TV icon. But he had to stay calm. Calm...]
What angle.
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[Spock raises his hands in a universal sign of 'surrender'. He's not sure what will make the man erupt or not. But he is desperately trying to understand this man and his methods.]
An angle that will attract all residents.
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[he thought food was a great way to reach everyone. Who didn't like cocoa???]
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[He was trying to be diplomatic, but that's always been more Kirk's thing.]
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I find myself curious Doctor Bishop. What does your experiment entail exactly?
[He needs details on this. While it is not impossible to become part of your surroundings, it is highly...highly unlikely.]
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[He wishes he had his instruments here, but he picks up an empty glass tube and a scalpel holding them up for Spock to see.]
Imagine, if you will, that this tube is a unique world.
[He taps the scalpel against it and the glass rings.]
This unique world has this particular sound and only this sound. Only this world has this sound, no other.
Now.
[He picks up a different glass thing - a slide, and clinks it.]
This is a different world, with its own sound and only this sound. The two worlds have different sounds, thus different frequencies upon which their matter and atoms vibrate. This keeps all the different parallel worlds from collapsing onto themselves.
However!
[He puts them both down and looks to Spock, pointing to the world around them.]
This place has a harmonic frequency, allowing for everyone to be here without pulling us apart at the seams. Normally a person from one universe cannot cross to another without having dire consequences, or dying. But here, we all exist mostly unchanged and alive. This can only be explained by the world being able to continuously adjust its frequency to match that of all the inhabitants contained within the barrier.
So! [He punctuates his point vehemently by stabbing the air and turning around, picking up his box of organized but mostly empty slides.] I propose to find that frequency and each frequency on which the people of this place vibrate. By isolating that, one can pass back through the fabric of this reality and return safely to their own world.
Re: [Action] /applauds/ that was amazing. XD
But he cannot let this continue.]
While your efforts are commendable, I cannot help but see several points in which are quite problematic with your theory. I have experience in crossing parallel dimensions, and a formula in which it can be achieved.
However, there has yet to be evidence that we exist now in a completely separate universe.
[The Vulcan raises his hands in 'surrender' before Walter can start yelling again.] However, I am not telling you to stop your research, merely alter the parameters. We can work with frequency, but instead of taking samples from the patient, we can build a frequency scanner.
[It was worth a shot, and it would keep them busy for awhile.]
[Action] woop woop SCIENCE
This could very well be an elaborate fantasy made by his mind to escape the reality of being sent back to St. Clair's.]
B-but a frequency scanner? How?
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[But that was a whole other can of worm.]
I can re calibrate my tricorder to do this. Will you assist me? [Because it would keep Walter busy.]
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[OH MY GOD, SUDDEN GLEE]
Re-calibrating your tricorder? Yes! That would be a most excellent endeavor!
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[Anything to dissuade mutilation.]
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[Others? Wait.. people actually volunteered for this?]
Who are you expecting?
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[He sits down and takes out a thermos of cocoa, a new bag of marshmallows and two empty mugs, holding them up.]
Care for some?
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