Fourteen - Flood Be Over Please? [Voice]

[bob_fraser_snr]

I think I have a son. Tall, blue eyes, dark brown hair... he's a Mountie. I... forgot him. And I think he died.  [There is a painful sigh and the line goes dead.

He's going to try and go over the side, someone please stop him? Mostly because I don't know what'll happen to him if he does go over.]

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[Video-- to spam? I'll be happy to, if you don't mind that I go to work soon and will be slow :'D ]

[a_bit_put_upon]

Why, that's terrible news. I'm so s... hello? Where'd he go? Why do I- hello?

Re: [Spam] Slow is absolutely fine.

[bob_fraser_snr]

[Bob walks up and away from his room, the picture he'd found in his hand. It was an old picture and he was as far away from the child as possible, so he hadn't... put two and two together. But as he studied the photo even more he realised and the immediate ache in his heart was almost enough to kill him on the spot and he wished that he had. And he was certain that death had separated them.

The photo was enough to show him what kind of father he'd been.

The sunlight hit him with its vicious heat as he ascended the steps.]

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[a_bit_put_upon]

[The man who called himself Professor Plum (for the moment, anyway) stood on the deck, frowning at his device. The neon had been discarded for a more proper shirt and trousers- and, for some strange reason, the ridiculous coat from the cricketing uniform in his closet. It was a ghastly sight, but he felt quite comfortable- quite himself- in it.

He pressed buttons to see if he could bring the transmission back, but all he got was babble from other devices aboard the ship. People were so abrupt on these things- but he had a very bad feeling that it was never a good thing when someone talked about death and then simply shut off like that. With a sigh, he tucked the communicator under his arm and set forth, not about to let the fact that he didn't even know where the man was stop him. He had a hunch such odds were negligible, really. It was one boat, and space was awfully big.

Somewhere in his mind as he searched, a very small part of him complained that he always let his curiosity get the better of him.]

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[bob_fraser_snr]

[Bob was actually found himself shaking, though not from fear, he was absolutely determined to accomplish his goal. His son was gone, and he had not even a memory to keep him alive, so what was the point of him, really?

He spotted the blond on the deck and adjusted his course to avoid him, the man had done nothing to deserve to see him die and he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't leave anyone to regret, or feel responsible for, his death.]

[emptyyourself]

That would certainly explain the hat.

[bob_fraser_snr]

Yes.

[easy_aspie]

Hey. Hey there. I'm... awfully sorry about that.

I don't know if we've met, but, um. If you need to talk to someone. Just. You know. I'm here.

Sorry, Ned gets the silent treatment.

[bob_fraser_snr]

Bob can't process minor silver linings right now. Please try again later.

[bob_fraser_snr]

I realise he's not going to answer, but your memory-lossed buddy is somewhat concerned

[psychosnowflake]

Buck? I know it's tough, but... Hey, man, you okay?