Thirty Nine - Spam as a Time Lord
[Bob spent the first day just lying on his bed, reviewing probabilities of things like his desk or chair, what they were likely to do and how. He felt the presences of all the people on the barge and how broken and sore they were, no wonder they lashed out, though he bounced off their minds rather than probed into them.
He lacked the discipline of a trained telepath, but that didn't mean that his mind wasn't disciplined at all. He cared with a deepness and his mother drilled into him what was right and honourable and heroic and that meant respecting each and every one.
He placed his hands on his hearts, listening to their beating.
Eventually, slowly, he rose, moving across his cabin, seeing how the room changed according to his perspective as if he'd never been in this cabin before.
He decided to take a walk, a slow one across that took him across the entire Barge.]
[OOC: Bob is a Time Lord for the flood, feel free to bump into him.]
He lacked the discipline of a trained telepath, but that didn't mean that his mind wasn't disciplined at all. He cared with a deepness and his mother drilled into him what was right and honourable and heroic and that meant respecting each and every one.
He placed his hands on his hearts, listening to their beating.
Eventually, slowly, he rose, moving across his cabin, seeing how the room changed according to his perspective as if he'd never been in this cabin before.
He decided to take a walk, a slow one across that took him across the entire Barge.]
[OOC: Bob is a Time Lord for the flood, feel free to bump into him.]