text. un: archivist.

[question]

A moment of your time, if I may. I only just arrived, so I'm endeavoring to answer all the requisite stupid questions — I've never been in space before, I don't remember coming here, I want to go home, and so on. But I understand that we're all in the same boat, so I'll spare you the crisis.

However. I looked over the staff positions, and after some exploration through this filthy maze of a place, I have come to the conclusion that offering to play librarian is pointless when I cannot find the damn library. Has anybody come across it? If not, have we managed to open anywhere that's locked off? Several of the crew floors have recreational facilities, but not the 5th, so that's my best guess for our missing library.

Finally. I'm actually recording this from spoken word to text as I appear to have superglued my fingers together with this- this space glue-gun. Does anyone know how to dissolve the stuff? Or should I resign myself to losing the skin of my fingertips?

Message ends.

Comments

[corkscrewed]

Why does that matter? Where are you?? Who was that man in your office??

[question]

What?

Is this, are you real? I'm, I took some quarters on the fifth floor. Sorry, "Deck 5". Of the space ship we're on, where I don't have an office.

[corkscrewed]

[ martin doesn't have much tact, but he at the very least knows better than to talk about a mystery corpse on what seems like a public network. ]

Your office, back at home. Tim and I spent forever down in those tunnels looking for you, Jon, and when we got out you were gone and you had a "guest."



Just hold on, I'm on my way.

[question]

Fine.