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[pattersongs]

It's been some time since Mordin saw this place last- two years and change, although he could probably give you the exact amount of subjective time if he really cared to do so. He's had a fruitful and productive day of dismantling and disabling unwelcome listening devices while cell samples to be used against the Collectors replicated

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[pattersongs]

"Some time ago. Once or twice, nothing major," says Mordin, turning to take in the motion of one of the Meccano beams in the ceiling. "Just after opening Omega clinic. Didn't happen again afterward. Wasn't worth reporting. Interesting holiday. Commemoration of engineering? Planetary discovery of principles of gravity, branching out into all forms of physical science?"

[pattersongs]

"Synthetics marking holidays? Fascinating. Implications of cultural development certainly- hm?"

He turns to peer at the vidwindow.

"'Reconfigurations'. Specify, please?"

[mend_and_defend]

"It's Cubefall," says a blue-skinned humanoid male seated at a nearby table.

"Koo'faw!" echoes the turquoise-skinned infant in the booster seat next to him.

[pattersongs]

"Unfamiliar with term," says Mordin, turning to face the new speakers. Hm. Wrong head shape for asari, wrong gender anyway. Not to mention too much hair. "Elaborate, please?"

[mend_and_defend]

"It's a three-day holiday celebrated by the Cybertronians. The anniversary of the creation of their race," explains Bob. "Apparently the Landlord took it upon itself to start celebrating it too."

[pattersongs]

"Interesting. Similarly unfamiliar with cybertronian species," says Mordin. "Probably because no such race exists in my galaxy. 'Created' implies artificial uplift or other modification of some kind- recently defined species?"