[Bob is the quietest, most studious child you come across. He's unfailingly polite, decent to everyone and fiercely protective to those who need it. He's also the kid who gets into fights whether or not he loses and he's small enough that he loses most of them ( Read more... )

[Bob is in his usual get-up, Mountie uniform under a coat.] We need to make sure the civilians are out of the line of fire. Anyone not going to be on the offensive, talk to your nearby officers and ask if there are any shelters. Stay in pairs or threes and if you get lost or under attack, keep your communicator on, so that others can find you ( Read more... )

What flood causes a piano appear into my room? It's an upright. Well, I suppose if nothing else I can play it. Dedicated to Caroline. [He sits down and gives it a try.]

Well, I obviously can't speak for those on the, uh, bottom of the foodchain, but I rather enjoyed myself! Opening doors was quite the achievement, when you're a dog. Half wolf.

Almost a shame it had to end, but I certainly appreciated the break from the harsher realities of this place.

Everyone make it through all right?

[Bob is not entirely sure that people can understand him, so he plays it safe. He activates the video and tenderly using his paws he types:] BOB

[Then sits and wags his tail.]

He's basically Diefenbaker, so humans can't understand him, but Trip would, whatever form he's in.

[The people on the fifth floor may have noticed that number eight has been busier than normal. But even if they hadn't noticed that, they might have noticed the not insignificant plume of black smoke which turned into white. No, no one has elected a new pope, there is now a home made sauna sweatlodge in Bob's cabin ( Read more... )

Hello, my name is Bob Fraser. This minor issue with the network is certainly interesting, isn't it? I always enjoy meeting new people.

Well, that's one way to break the ice. Especially after the tension of the last couple of weeks ( Read more... )

[He settles himself up in front of his camera, looking like a plaided mini talkshow host.] All right. As far as I've been able to discover, we were sent here as adults, and due to some kind of, um, temporal anomaly, I think it's called... Doctor? Our child selves are here instead ( Read more... )

[A twelve year old has activated his computer and his tone is very polite but underneath it's 'I am freaking the hell out, help!'] Uh, excuse me? Could... could anyone possibly, if you don't mind, tell me where I am ( Read more... )