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[captaincy]

[Just outside the centre of Camp, in a clear area, Captain Jack Harkness is playing with his sword.

N-no, an actual sword. He's practising a few moves with it; he's not awful, but he's not terribly good, either. It's been a while since he fenced. The sword itself glitters oddly... or maybe that's just the light

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[moerines]

[ooooh]

Oh, it's been awhile since I saw that!

[iscrewtothink]

Seen a sword?

[moerines]

Well . . . I guess so, yes. I was thinking of seeing someone practicing with a sword, but to be honest I don't see very many swords lying around here anyway.

[iscrewtothink]

This really doesn't seem to be a place that lends itself to swordplay really, does it?

[moerines]

Oh, I don't know. It might be useful against the zombies . . . but I'm not sure I would want to get that close.

[iscrewtothink]

... I suppose slicing the zombies would make them easier to repair.

[moerines]

Repair?

[iscrewtothink]

That's my job here in Camp. Repairing the zombies.

[moerines]

I see . . . I didn't know they needed repair. But that makes sense, in a way. I always wondered why the Director didn't hire more people who seemed to be working, well, for her.

[iscrewtothink]

It's because she can threaten other people into doing her dirty work and thus not have to pay their salary.

[moerines]

She does actually pay you?

[iscrewtothink]

I'm one of the people she threatened.

[moerines]

Ahhh . . . I'm sorry. It's no wonder you want to do your job well!

[iscrewtothink]

Hmn, you could say that.

[pauses for a moment to study you and your soul for a moment]

[moerines]

['sup]

Oh, um. I'm Shirley Fennes, by the way. I know we haven't met . . . I think I'd remember you.

[iscrewtothink]

We haven't. Doctor Franken Stein. A pleasure.