[Omega's made the odd effort, don't get me wrong, but he can't just push himself out the depression for anything more than a few minutes. So his plan at the moment is to stick to Rassilon like glue and hope for the best.]

[OOC: Sorry I didn't put it up til now, suddenly busy/uninspired this weekend, reply whenever.]

To whom it may concern:

Irving Braxiatel has left the Barge. The Admiral believes he'll return, his room is unaffected. Bar the obvious.

( [Filtered Away from the Unaffected, Except Rassilon.] )

[Private to Rassilon]

Can I have your company?

[Private to Braxiatel]

Let me know if you've just been shaken from complacency.

And because I can't upload my icon, here's what you're supposed to see:
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[Private to Braxiatel]

I have something for you.

[When delivering Rassilon to the infirmary, he might as well have been made from stone for all the expression he had. He ensured that Rassilon was tended to before stiffly walking out ( Read more... )

I'd like to thank those who were patient enough to indulge my questioning. It was an overwhelming experience and not just for the suddenness of believing I've been kidnapped and placed on a interdimensional spaceship. Got over that rather quickly, actually ( Read more... )

It should be a relief. [He almost goes on, explain the statement, but then shakes his head and moves on.]

[Private to Braxiatel]

We must speak. Please come to my cabin at your earliest convenience.

 [Omega spent the night, uncharacteristically, in the common room, tuning and upgrading the piano. None of the strings can be pulled out now (if they could be before) but a interface has been added to make tuning easier.

After he had tuned to his satisfaction, he sat down and started to play. He continued to play music for hours. Including this, ( Read more... )