Investigating [OTA]

[dominie]

After Wheatfields' panic attack, the Doctor had become very much aware of the unusual energy gathering within the station. It was rather hard to not notice a raving Chigan. The tended to be on the loud side, especially when they were otherwise sulking. Perhaps that was a characteristic otherwise reserved to this one

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[charmed_bastard]

Pryce moved hesitantly through the ducting, climbing with two hands, the little scanner floating next to her face. She'd been surprised to see movement in the guts of the station-- what with Wheatfields actually in his quarters for once, sleeping off a good solid panic.

Maybe she shouldn't have gotten fifteen minutes and several layers into the station's guts before she asked herself 'what could panic Wheatfields?' The guy had served with her dad, after all. You needed a pretty strong gut to look at that face all day.

It would be just spiffy if lines from an old sci-fi flick weren't going through her head.

There's movement all over the place!The fact that the scanner wasn't showing movement right now wasn't actually helping. There could be something waiting

[dominie]

He turned, shining the light directly at the poor girl as she popped into view with all the enthusiasm of much younger Ace, more like she was when he first met her (not that she'd changed that much). That fighting grit, ready to break heads and take names. Then he swiveled the light back on the wall.

"Does that thing you have make recordings? I want to make a log of this. I need to translate it. Maybe I can convince that shady time agent I need to use his computer. That or my younger self. Hate asking my younger self for things. Makes me feel as though I've made no progress. Who are you again?"

Obviously a 'Scottish' man with an easy to follow train of thought.

[charmed_bastard]

"Picture and video," Pryce said automatically, and started scanning the wall.

The words to washed over her like the foam off of a freshly-popped bottle of soda. Some highly caffeinated soda. She digested about half of it; the rest had to be filed away for processing later. She'd sprain something in her head if she tried to follow it all.

"Corporal Halliwell. Station security." At least she could answer the questions that were directed at her.

[dominie]

"I'm the Doctor, I work in Ops." He at least explained that, which quite honestly was more than most people got. They pretty much caught words and had to hope for the best as Pryce had already learned she needed to do.

"There's a surge of energy. We're trying to figure out what the source is and what's causing it. It seems like... this is the best clue we've gotten."

He started to walk down the length of the wall, light trailing along those unusual symbols which he had no doubt was lettering. Simple, angular marks that were a fierce contradiction to Gallifreyan writing. Given enough time (and enough comparison) surely they could translate it.

"My kingdom for a Rosetta stone..." he muttered.