(backdated to pre-Pan plot -- also threadjack Miles in the comments!)

[vorbarra]

[There is a thin, angular man with dark neat hair and intensely focused hazel eyes on the screen. He clears his throat when the vid starts; he's had to swallow down his nerves and put on his calm political mask to speak. His accent is a gravelly, guttural sort of Russian, as if Russians went into space and were fast-forwarded a thousand years. Which they did.]

Hello. My name's Greg. I'm adding to your barrage of new arrivals. It's still very surreal to be here, if for no other reason than that I'm on pre-space travel Earth.

[He does look honestly bemused by that.]

I was wondering what the regulations are for obtaining jobs around here. They've assigned me one, but I was hoping for something... low key. Normal, menial work. [A quirk of his lips.] I have experience putting in lights, if that's relevant, and as a navigator.

I was also looking for confirmation that all of the, ah, abilities listed in our files are real. I'd prefer not to test something like this to find out.

Thank you.

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[mathemagier]

I am not-

[There's that anger again, flaring and confused without direction. He pulls away and shuts off his feed, then marches his way into the kitchen for tea- or maybe a drink. He's unsettled and frustrated, impatient and wishing they could perform that testing now before they left so he didn't have to worry about it while they're on vacation.

Hermann opens the fridge, closes it, then rifles through the cabinets for their various packs of tea.

They're not the same- they aren't. But it still bothers him. Two Hermanns. What if there were similarities? Significant ones. And the man is young, he half-resents him for that alone. Then he also has the gall to be friendly.

Everything was fine until Newton started talking to him. Mostly, at any rate.]

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[driftsintobuffetline]

[Shoved this here to spare their inboxes]