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[givessweetness]

 [Wynter doesn't immediately react to the video on, but it's because he's thoughtful rather than unaware. When he does look at the feed he's alert and focused.] My name is Tungwynterestemont. But you can call me Wynter.

I'll be acting as security while here and I'll be very good at it. [He's not saying that to reassure himself, but to make sure his young appearance doesn't make others doubt him, on both sides of the fence.

But that said, he eases off.] Happy to be here.

Comments

[timesbureaucrat]

Hallan was infected by Pandora and froze himself in stasis to prevent the virus from spreading to the President. And Braxiatel...he fell through a portal between dimensions. He's probably dead, or worse [drifting for eternity through nothingness], but we have no way of knowing his fate.

[givessweetness]

[His eyes broadened for a moment. 'You just left him there?'

He doesn't say as much, because he realises that he knows nothing of the virus. Was there no cure.]

Oh. I… see.

[No, not really. Narvin's reporting isn't exactly complete.] I'm sorry.

[timesbureaucrat]

It had to be done. Hallan was going to set himself on fire otherwise, and Brax...

Well, he saved us. [It's odd, talking about Braxiatel and not saying something catty about him. But Brax is quite probably dead, so it seems disrespectful to speak ill of the probably deceased.]

I believe neither of them had any regrets. They sacrificed themselves for Romana. As we all do.

[givessweetness]

Well, for Gallifrey.

[He doesn't have anything against Romana, even using his last strength to warn her. But it wasn't for her. It was for everyone. Even Narvin, if only in a small way.]

Try not to follow in our footsteps. [It's a joke, sort of. It's certainly not spoken with any heat behind it. But. He does mean it. Don't get hurt, Narvin.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[He waves his hand dismissively.]

Same thing. [A vast change from how Narvin used to feel about Romana.]

No need to worry about me. Unlike you Chancellery Guards I have a sense of self preservation.

[givessweetness]

Oh. [You getting a look that roughly translates to 'if poking you wasn't a social faux pas, I would be. If only to establish you were real.']

Well, it's part of the job description to put your preservation over mine. I think I'll worry regardless.

[timesbureaucrat]

Speaking of job descriptions, I've told no one but Agent K about my previous occupation. I'd like to continue to keep it quiet. For some reason people tend to be a trifle suspicious of spies. Here, I'm just a technician.

[givessweetness]

I'm surprised you told K.

[timesbureaucrat]

It wasn't my intention.

There were a series of bombing at the edge of the village. It turned out to be Creepers, but at the time we suspected terrorist attacks. I offered my assistance. [More like started forcibly thrusting his unwanted assistance upon them and was told by K that, as a civilian, he needed to back off.]

In the course of which, I had to explain to Agent K what exactly my background was and my professional experience with such things.

[givessweetness]

…oh. [Wynter may not exactly twig Narvin's decision to force his way anywhere, but…] You couldn't do that… ah, discreetly? [Isn't that what spies do?]

I suppose it's a bit small...? [He looks around, wondering if that's it.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Agent K would have noticed my meddling, no matter how discreet. In a village like this you can't have two people investigating the same thing without them running into each other.

I didn't tell him initially, but eventually it grew prudent to do so to avoid becoming a prime suspect.

[givessweetness]

I suppose so. [Wynter isn't particularly attached to Narvin's secret, so debating further didn't seem worth it.]