Jan 09, 2011 22:33
[The device clicks on to reveal Myrnin in a candle lit lab. The place is a cluttered mess of books, candles and various bits of scientific equipment that all appears to gone out of date some time around the late nineteenth century. He studies something beneath a microscope then turns to suck up a bit of a greenish liquid into an eyedropper. He deposits this onto the glass slide beneath the microscope and then returns to his study. With one hand (his left--he is right handed) he makes some illegible scribbles in a notebook before looking up at the device]
Ken, I believe I've found something. Not a cure yet but something a bit like it.
Menolly, Cherie how are those notes I made the other night coming along?
Chief Beckett, I should think that's worth a 'brownie' point or two.
And to the rest of you, good day. It seems very quiet. That or I've turned my device off earlier without being aware of it.
myrnin is a genius,
myrnin is a scientist,
myrnin is a jail bird