(Whiteboard) Scanner Distribution Announcement

[dyn_cywir]

A message in red pen is quick to appear, in handwriting that's neat but not as dry as one with a passing acquaintance with the writer might expect.

"We suspect everyone has been as unhappy as we to be sent out distressingly unequipped into mortal peril, mystery, and/or strange nonsense. As you know, we have been endeavoring to correct the

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[windfromthemoon]

Loran realized after reading the message that he'd likely have to do quite a bit of reaching out during his time in this strange place, especially if he wanted to get along with everyone. He didn't recognize the names on the message, but being outfitted with the scanner sounded like it was a good idea. It didn't take him long to figure out how to operate the phone, though the technology was rather different than what he was accustomed to.

Hello, Captain Harkness and Mr. Jones. We haven't met yet, but I would like to receive one of those scanners. Feel free to leave a message or call me so we can figure out how to work this! :-)

[dyn_cywir]

He receives a reply which reads: Hello Mr. Cehack Mobiles that automatically update their directories upon crew acquisition are, in this instance, useful. You are welcome to one. Will meet you in front of whiteboard. IJ Not knowing exactly how long it's been since this once came aboard, picking a location he knows for a fact that he's already found seems only prudent.

((Apologies for gap & overall slowness at the moment! I can make a starter post once Loran's confirmed or altered the proposed location, or we can thread here as per above which is the very easy option that totally didn't occur to me! >_<))

[windfromthemoon]

That seems fine to me! I'll wait for you there.

Luckily for Loran, he hadn't wandered far from the whiteboard device, so there was little chance of getting lost. He made his way back in time, looking around the room for anyone unfamiliar.

(I always understand slowness. No worries. :D)

[dyn_cywir]

The man who enters a moment later looks to be later in his 20s than he really is. No distinguishing marks, scars, or engineered features, and is impeccably dressed by early 21st century professional standards in a subtle pinstripe suit, matching waistcoat and burgundy tie. It's an impression of professionalism that's further upheld by the modestly unassuming nature of his confident manner

[windfromthemoon]

It was an interesting contrast, to be certain. Loran had the look of someone in his mid-teenage years, without the cynicism that sometimes befell people around his age. His simple clothing didn't give an immediate impression as to his origins, though to a 21st century observer it would probably seem at least somewhat outdated. He's certainly already quite comfortable with the TARDIS, however, which almost seems at odds with what could be gained by observing his mode of dress

[dyn_cywir]

Distant future, then. Not as though he's not well used to that. Another kid, though. One wonders whether an intergalactic version of the Hague exists, and what legal precedent exists surrounding superpowerful personifications of abstract concepts and their use of child soldiers. Bastards.

No resentment of their 'hosts' bleeds through to his expression, though. As he reaches into his pocket and draws out a wristwatch, he asks, "You've a mobile; you've had the basic tour, then?"

[windfromthemoon]

"More or less, sir. I haven't been here for very long, but I think I'm getting used to things!" Loran turned his attention to the wristwatch, figuring it must be the scanner mentioned in the note.

[dyn_cywir]

"And it's been explained that the 'missions' the Guardians issue, they are far from required? In fact, I'd encourage you to avoid them to the greatest extent possible. They tend to land their ship in the middle of mortal peril as often as not," he says, a little bitterness creeping into his voice this time. If it keeps the young man out of said mortal peril, all the better. "And even the presence on the crew of some of the greater minds the universe has seen to date can't prevent that. Best stay on the ship." There's really nothing else he could say that would qualify as responsible.

Holding up the watch, he arches an eyebrow. "But, keep this with you just in case. Always possible something could go wrong aboard before we figure out how to control the thing and put an end to all this." At least one thing already has gone dramatically wrong that he knows of. "Forgive me if I stray into your childhood lessons; I'm admittedly unfamiliar with the exact status of human technology in your century." Not even knowing how far into

[windfromthemoon]

Loran couldn't deny that the advice was sound. He really knew so little about this place, and his decision to stay was rather impulsive. Though he knew exactly why he did what he did, mortal peril be damned. The last two years of his life had granted him innumerable opportunities to impact the lives of many people for the better. The warmth and contentment he felt inside when he saw a smiling face, heard sincere thanks, or simply knew that things had been changed even a little bit for the better... well, that was worth the mortal peril he had faced until now. It would likely be the same on this strange journey

[dyn_cywir]

"Well, any technical expertise is more than welcome," he says. Turning back to the device, he points out features with the tip of a finger. "User interface is non-graphical, as streamlined as we could manage. Tests are organized into families, buttons are simple toggles and selection. Select a family of tests for a full battery; the scanner will self-calibrate, run any that're relevant. Or delve into a family and select a specific inquiry you'd like to run." Holding it where Loran can see it, he toggles through to 'Chemical,' selects 'Elemental,' and points it at the sleeve of his own suit coat. A press of a button yields instant results.

'C: 50.8% by weight'
'O: 23.7% by weight'
'N: 16.2% by weight'
'H: 6.2% by weight'
'S: 2.9% by weight'
'P: 0.1% by weight'
'Assorted trace: 0.1% by weight'