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Who: Undertaker and ERRYONE
Broadcast: All
Action: Goldstone
When: After calibrations/shuffle

[Welcome to the parlor. Or at least, it would be the parlor if it was back in his home. Either of the ones before. For now, it's just Undertaker's modest little abode on the good ship Goldstone, not too unlike many of yours who stand witness to it now. Maybe he'll add to it over time. He has heard audiences like to get to know people, and what better way to do so than to personalize?]

[Alas. Without much means to add such customizations (yet) you get only to see his smiling face, complete with the scar crossing right over it. How's that for unique?]

We're a lively bunch here, aren't we? Starting things off with a bang, visiting people in their past lives with or without them knowing. Just like the good old days, back in the academy. [There's a giggle, one which might or might not put a shudder down spines. He's an... unusual git and he knows it, complete with the mortician's facade and, some might recognize, the overly cockney accent.]

Ah, we're going to get along just fine, I think. Too bad they've not made use of the smarts I was given, [He flicks a hand.] lab support or something other, bandages I suppose. Wouldn't be much use to me anyway, but you'll find me on the Goldstone, should you have need of my assistance. Look for Undertaker.

[And, with a tip of his hat, the video feed ends.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Tim will nod]

I understand and it will be easy for me to stick to those rules. Thank you for letting me into your space.

I think a number would be worse so I will stick to your title. I've not known a mortician who only goes by their title before.

Not a problem. I don't mind sharing now and then. As regards the name, I haven't thought on it like that. Who ever really likes to get to know their mortician anyway? You only see them once in a while, for a very specific purpose. Most people find that unpleasant.

I suppose, but morticians would still have friends and family. Even just people they work with regularly. I imagine they don't refer to them as their job title?

How are you settling into the Fleet?

[He shakes his head.] Few and far in between. Not many willing to handle the dead where I'm from. When I was one, I did the job mostly myself. I had an assistant now and then to run letters for me and help arrange what needed it, but that was all. All the rest was up to me.

[Not that he minded. The solitude left him time and space to do what he needed.] Well enough. It's not the first time I've been pulled to another world, though they could have taught me about its ways better than this. [He lifts a hand to rub at the spot behind his ear where the implant had been put in. It didn't hurt, but it was there and that bothered him.] I don't suppose they'll remove this, will they?

[Tim shakes his head] I've been advised more than once that trying to remove it is likely to lead to bleeding out. I would also really prefer that it wasn't there as well. They are able to control our memories and knowledge with these things.

Even if someone does find a way out of here, what's to say they just haven't removed the memory already.

It would be nice if there was an actual surgeon on board. Someone who didn't need to rely on the chip. We'd also need an x-ray machine. Find out what we could about how they're attached.

Quite an interesting defense it has there. Take it out and it will kill you, leave it in and who knows what happens? Hmm. [He reaches up to rub at the place where his own implant was placed, as if he could figure it all out just with a touch. He can't, of course.]

It's a physical object. Might not be a place you'd touch often, so even if the memory of it being there, or even of this place at all was removed, it's not impossible that one might still find it. I'm not fond of the thing myself, but do I want it changing what I know without my say, even to my benefit? I'll see what I can do about gathering what you mentioned for the lab.

At least it's not set to explode if we do something they won't lie. It's a tactic that has been used in my world at least once or twice before so I was actually surprised when I was told that would not happen.

I have been told that when we are returned to our worlds, we are returned with no time missing and no memory of this place. So its probably possible that there hasn't been anyone who has thought to look for it. If they can't remember to do so? and no one else knows you've been missing so why would they look?

Sorry, this got on a bit of a tangent.

Oh? Well there's a comfort. Curiosity isn't rewarded with death. Being a corpse isn't any fun, I can assure you. I should know - I've dealt with them day in and out for years.

But, ah, how should they know to tell you that you won't be missing anything when you return? With these little things still here, what if I were to return home and reach up and feel that? I come from a time where something like asthma can kill a person. Leaving a mark like that... [He shakes his head.] That would be obvious after a while.

It's not rewarded with certain death at least. There are many things that could still go wrong with trying to find out more about our augments.

Perhaps, it depends on how observant you are? or the people around you. [Tim likes to believe he would notice a new scar on himself but he is covered in scars. There is a possibility that something that is already healed would pass his notice as something he simply forgot how it came about. Especially to do with the skull; concussions, after all, could explain away memory loss]

In my own world, one more scar might not be that prominent. We will only know for certain if we get home and do notice them.

So there are. We haven't yet the equipment necessary to even see it, but that should come in time. A place like this? All this technology around? I believe it will.

[He would believe he knows his own body well enough to know what is strange and isn't, given he hasn't changed physically in any way over the last several centuries, save a very specific set of scars all over him with which he is well acquainted. One of the perks of being dead already.] I may notice it, I suppose. It isn't a place I reach up to play at often under all of this hair, but washing it is a chore enough. I've become quite familiar with that place on my own body. The question then is whether or not we come to understand this little thing well enough to risk removing it from me.

[Yes, he'll volunteer for that attempt if it comes down to it. He isn't sure if it will even work, but if he has one, he knows Ciel has one as well, and he'll not put the boy at risk.]

I'm sure we can find something or maybe even build one over time? but the two planets we've visited while I've been on the drift haven't been that technologically advanced so I think it will take a while despite the advanced technology that the ships themselves have.

Considering it was something or someone on the ships here what put these things in us, I don't believe we'll find those answers about the fleet. I believe you're right about that. Is there any record of this lot having visited a world where the technology was so advanced?

I would have to ask around to find that out. I know Vash has been here for four years I believe? So it might be useful to talk to him.

There are records of most communications broadcast through the devices but that is hours upon hours to go through. I haven't really gotten that far I'm afraid.

[Hours? Oh, he would believe it. Hours upon days upon years.]

Sounds daunting. I don't think I'll have that kind of time for a while yet, but I'll do what I can and see if I can find this Vash fellow. Many thanks for your help in that.

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