Log 0015 - [Voice]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

It is with considerable disappointment that I report the departure of Hiziki Gard.

A word to the Admiral: make certain the next warden you assign me is sustainable. Inconsistencies and lapses are a sign of disorganization within your operations.

[Private to Catra]

I trust you've recovered from your ordeal.

[Private to the Boy, Mira]

The Chair is ready for its initial testing.

[Spam for Crichton]

[Now unpaired, Scorpius feels at liberty to test a few less-than-savory parts of his growing arsenal in the battle for John's mind. He waits patiently in the hallway towards Crichton's room, working diligently on Francis' crossword puzzle. Most of the human references escape him, but he's been doing research. Slowly but surely he'll understand this perplexing species that overwhelms the Barge in sheer number]

Comments

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Scorpius has found that in his experience, different people react to the chair differently. It's certainly far more painful when the machine suspects there is something to hide, but luckily this was not the case here.]

Minutes. More or less the same as microts.

I feel we have accomplished a great deal for today, if you should like to retire.

[velocette]

[He nods, and decides to see if he can find more on microts; he likes math, and he sleeps rarely.]

Contact me when you feel like putting me in the Chair.

[It's a cheerful enough good bye, he even smiles, and then he walks out.]