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File #004 video

[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.]

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Doctor. It's Doctor Bishop.

[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.

Very well, Doctor Bishop.

[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.

I tried baiting them with cocoa. It didn't work.

[he thought food was a great way to reach everyone. Who didn't like cocoa???]

That is not quite the angle I was referring to. Perhaps a more sociological approach? One that does not include a painful removal of personal tissue.

[He was trying to be diplomatic, but that's always been more Kirk's thing.]

But a tissue and blood sample is required to test my theory. I can't very well have the person standing there, can I? If something were to go wrong and their resonance went out of tune with this universe, they could sink through the floor and be melded into it.

[Spock's brows crease in concern.]

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.]

Did I not say?

[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.

[Spock is silent for a moment...
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.]

According to descriptions of the other inmates, the stars are false, those seen beyond the barrier even more confusing. [He rubs his right hand with his left, holding it close to his chest. He used to like stargazing. Now none of it was comforting. He couldn't identify anything and it made this place seem even more fantastical. He couldn't even be sure if he was really here or if this was just some extended fantasy, a slip back into delusions brought on by too long under the drugs needed to fetch Olivia. What if he had never come back?

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?

That is the claim, though I have yet to personally test this theory. There could be many reasons why these stars do not function under normal conditions.

[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.]

Haven't you been to space yet? [Walter hasn't either, but he SO wants to go. He just assumed Spock would because, well, Spock.] Do you want to go? Perhaps we can go together after--

[OH MY GOD, SUDDEN GLEE]

Re-calibrating your tricorder? Yes! That would be a most excellent endeavor!

[Spock looked satisfied with that answer.] Very well. Then shall I help you pack up? Or do you wish to carry on handing out free hot chocolate?

[Anything to dissuade mutilation.]

Oh, but I can't just leave - I told the others I would be here and some have volunteered their samples already. It would unfair to deprive the others.

We can use the samples already given to recalibrate my tricorder.

[Others? Wait.. people actually volunteered for this?]
Who are you expecting?

A little boy with spiky hair and a grumpy man with red eyes. Others, too, I think, but I'm not entirely certain.

Do you mind if I stay here and witness this? [Spock just wants to make sure everything remains sanitary... and hopefully Walter isn't just yanking out the feathers.]

As long as you don't scare anyone off.

[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?

No, thank you. Chocolate has a causes a bad reaction in Vulcans.

[Oh... maybe he should have kept that to himself.]

An adverse reaction....? In your entire species? How so?

The closest comparison I have is that chocolate does to Vulcans, what alcohol does to humans.

[The big secret is out. Spock blushes green.]

Fascinating...! Is it due to the chemical composition or simply that Vulcans do not have a substance akin to chocolate on their own world?

Both, actually. [Spock couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at the word 'fascinating'... is that what it sounded like?]

Because of the lack of exposure, the chemical reaction is actually quite severe... You could almost call it a low tolerance.

So it is that your bodies are incapable of processing the chocolate - as with some whose bodies are genetically not inclined to processing alcohol. That truly is fascinating.... At first glance, you seem very close to human in structure at least. I wonder how you differ on the inside.

[Spock of Spock's eyebrows raise into his hairline. It sounded as if Walter wanted to cut into him.]

I assure you, I am quite physiologically different on the inside...

Oh? But how? Do you have two hearts? A different vascular system? Nervous system?

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