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Nemi opens box 04 and finds a tribble. She closes the box and re-open it. A whole family of them! That's the trouble with tribbles… For the next two days Nemi must work a Star Trek episode title into each of her posts
“Hello? Hello, can someone help me?”
There is a banging from inside the aft tardylift. Slowly the doors are prised apart and a figure stumbles through. Her uniform is torn and oil-streaked, her face smeared with all manner of dirt, a smudge of blood across her left temple. The picture of destruction is spoilt only by the purple sparkly top hat perched jauntily on her head.
“Ah, here you are. I’ve been looking all over for you. Do you have any idea how many bloody miles of tardylift shaft there are in this ship? I’m absolutely knackered! Oh well, we’re here now, shall we get on with it?”
The response is a sea of blank faces. Near the back a voice speaks up nervously. “Get on with what?”
“What do you mean get on with what? Surely you rememb… oh, no, of course. The amnesia. Sorry. I’d forget my own head if it weren’t screwed on.” Silence. “Fine, don’t laugh. I thought it was funny anyway. Where were we? Ah yes, we were getting on with it. My name is E, and I will be your host, your concierge, your… game master, if you will. It is my responsibility to keep some kind of order. I am judge, I am jury… and I am executioner. Speaking of, who’s up for the chop tonight?”
She consults a PADD.
“What? No execution? A unanimous vote? Well this is no good at all… Where’s all the killing? Where’s all the finger-pointing? What on earth have you been doing all day? And why are so few boxes standing open? You know what you are? You’re bloody useless. Oh well, nothing to be done about it I suppose.”
Night 1 begins
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24 july 2006, 19:01:24
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