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[deathpending]

Good evening. I am Dr. Jonathan Reid, of London, England. I arrived here as I imagine many of you did, through those ghastly eggs.

Should you need a field surgeon or a physician's services, I offer both freely. You may find me in the infirmary or reach me through these devices. I regret that I have no resume or other prior reference to offer, only that I served in the War, and I'm accustomed to making do with very little.

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[skagzz]

[ Tina used to like reading, but the people who read to her were her parents (dead) and Roland (dead) and sometimes the other Crimson Raiders (inaccessible in another universe). ]

NO. Books are POISON for CHILDREN. But let us away to tea. I wish to hear of your illustrious explosives. Where the crumpets at, yo?

[deathpending]

Now, I must firmly disagree.

[ Books are the most steadfast of companions, et cetera. Knowledge never leaves and it's never a harm to have more of it. Even if there's now things he very much wishes he didn't know. ]

Illustrious, hardly. I'm afraid they're quite ordinary.

[ His explosive is the truth. He is coming to the realisation that it may be overly abstract, and that he should perhaps settle for balloons instead. ]

I don't see or smell any tea.

[skagzz]

I heard they're keeping secret tea in the Captain's room. We could break in. I got explosives for that.

Unless yours are better, boo. All explosives are illustrious in my book. The only good book. Books are dumb.

[ That said if you tried to read to Tina she'd probably be very engaged. But now she's committed to disagreeing. ]