Biological update from med bay, stardate -313595.3411973617

[ask_sigerson]

*Starts device that will translate thoughts to computer*

After spending two days watching the biological material that I have nourished from the mummy grow, I have reached the conclusion that we are in some sort of poo I can't say bad words now because Myke, Holmes' brother, is reading my dispatches and I wish not to offend the fellow. Not sure if

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[askfor_bananas]

You know, for the sake of the universe I'm pretending I don't know about any of this, but I don't think your mummy and the Master are the same person. This simply isn't his style. Well, body-snatching might be his style, but this is too low-key, and too risky. Slowly-regenerating mummy? He would have to have hidden with him, in addition to a chameleon arch, a device to control the energy suppressors and whatever he felt necessary for his plan. Granted he could probably improvise one from the equpitment in the Hub, but he doesn't like improvising so much as he likes his plans to work correctly

[smarter_brother]

I am inclined to agree with the Doctor. Unfortunately I do not have a DNA sample any longer (gave up most of that when I "retired") so I can give you no further data.

[bone_lady]

Thanks Doc and Myke for your input. After a fair amount of rest and watching Holmes sulk on the bay for putting his foot in his mouth with Torchwood earlier, I've had a string of new ideas of come me.

No need for the DNA Myke. I'm on the cusp of something here and will submit my report soon then I am coming home whether it be by Holmes' method or by train, I AM COMING HOME. I miss London; I miss my Aston Martin; I miss my estate in Surrey; I miss my labs, and I miss you and your laughter.

Dear, I sound like a petulant child, my apologies.

Doc your information on the master makes sense. I would've expected him to show himself by now. This has been to drawn out for one impatient such as himself. I am running some more tests and I have a hunch.

I reckon Holmes will be along later, with his ego properly deflated.

That's what he gets for listening to Watson.

[ask_sigerson]

I AM NOT SULKING!

DAMN THAT WATSON! DAMN HIM! HE'S MADE A FOOL OF ME AGAIN!

I am most terribly sorry my dear brother. I shall go bury my head in the sand.