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[inthetower]

Rassilon had asked, not long ago, if he mightn't take a look at that amulet that Jeff had taken off of Soze, the one that had allowed their minds to connect, however briefly, despite any and all mental shielding. A gift from a daemon, the others had said. Now, Rassilon had no truck with the supernatural, but he did know from otherdimensional

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[jmlevitt]

Several hours pass before Jeff joins him. He doesn't begin to understand the myriad processes and analysis going on around him, so he stays well out of the way and lets Ras do his thing. Even now he stays in the doorway, in case one of the mysterious machines would be upset by the extra presence in here. He knocks politely on the doorframe.

[inthetower]

Rassilon looks up from a terribly, terribly important procedure involving infusion of heated water with distillations of tannins and similar natural chemicals to a very specific consistency.

"Hullo, Jeff." He removes the medium of distillation. "Tea?"

[jmlevitt]

"I'd love some, Ras." So it's safe to come in then. He does so, greeting Rassilon with a kiss on the cheek. "Did you find out anything interesting?"

[inthetower]

Rassilon hands Jeff a mug of tea and directs him to the tea things. He, himself, idly sugars his own and adds milk while he speaks.

"It depends on what you consider 'interesting.' The object's clearly infused with several kinds of energies, and it took me an inordinate amount of time to pin down what they were." He sips the tea and nods with that slight mm sound he makes when he gets a consumable to his satisfaction. Then it's back to business. "I've got most of the analysis results up here, and it's running through a final CDTS* right now." Indeed, the amulet floated in a gravity bubble, turning slowly, lines of light flickering over it and creating a grid of almost impossibly small squares or diamonds or hexes. Next to it, a holoscreen--there wasn't any other word for it--swirled with the by now familiar Gallifreyan text