TLV 4 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[Here is Barbara, looking distinctly irritated. There are dark circles under her eyes, and her hair is a mess. It's clear she's been paying far more attention to work than herself, and that she's in absolutely no mood.]

You know, it'd be nice if he got specific for once. "A problem". What kind of problem? What glitch, exactly, makes people able to communicate with us across time and space? Why can't we do this on a regular basis?

[Her voice is just dripping with disdain, now.] Should I even assume he knows?

[She takes a moment, reigns in the jagged aggravation.]

Any of you looking for answers - I'm sorry, but I can't give you any. I don't know why you can communicate with us. I don't know how it works. I don't know if you'll even remember this later.

We're a cross-dimensional rehabilitation facility. Our Admiral is staggeringly incompetent.

((Completely open to Fourth Wall shenanigans! Don't mind her she's had a rough week.))

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[batsitter]

[He's genuinely sorry to hear that, but his smile doesn't lessen at all.] Nothing a relaxing bath and some tea can't fix, I hope.

[bodilesswarrior]

God, what I wouldn't give for your tea.

Cass, too, I bet.

[batsitter]

I shall have a very stern word with whoever runs the kitchens, then. [Improper tea? Blasphemy!]

[bodilesswarrior]

I'm sure they do their best. But - you know. They're not you.

[batsitter]

[He beams with pride. Then-] Pardon me for asking, miss, but you and Miss Cassandra look substantially younger.

[bodilesswarrior]

[A wry smirk.] A lady always likes to hear that, Alfred.

[But no really.] Time works - a bit differently, here. We can be pulled from any year, and...I'm not sure how it affects the timeline, exactly.

We're probably a few years behind you.

[batsitter]

Master Richard said as much.