[video :: 001]

[because_its_cool]

[A man appears on screen. He looks startled for a moment before a grin spreads across his face.]

Marvelous! Not nearly as impressive as my transportation here, but nevertheless, Peter never let me near a communications device with this sort of capability. I don't know what he thought I was going to do with it...

[pause]

Oh, yes! My name is Doctor Walter Bishop, and I will be employed in the laboratories in the museum here near the resort establishment. I would be delighted to speak to whomever sees to the manufacture and maintenance of the transporter, as I'd be interested to find out how I was able to move through space/time without my atomic structure resembling a plate of scrambled eggs.

[another pause]

I shall have to make some eggs as soon as I unpack. Perhaps before.

[Oh, how he wants to get his hands on the spawner in his room.]

Comments

OMG YOU'RE REVIVED!

[most_feared]

I'm not too good a cook but I'm not opposed to trying some.

[He's at least not turned off to the prospect of being a labrat when it comes to food.]

still not dead!

[because_its_cool]

[Watch it, Kay. Walter loves having willing labrats.]

When I get settled in the lab we'll do just that! You aren't allergic to anything, are you?

/continues to revive

[most_feared]

Ceremonial perfume for Lichtonian concubines but they don't make that particular combination of chemicals in most parts of the galaxy.

[because_its_cool]

[Walter tilts his head.]

From Lichtenstein?

[It's the only Lichtonian sort of place he's aware of, and that's not a completely accurate phrasing. English has never been a perfect language.]

I'm not familiar. What happens when you come into contact with it?

[most_feared]

From Lichton. It's a planet. They sell good grapes there. People send them through our customs often.

I sneeze a lot. Stuffy nose. I don't get rashes or anything, I lucked out there. It's just a minor allergy.