[video] Enter the Fanboy

[cerebroshellshocked]

[The video feed pops on, to a slightly breathless sounding voice and a worried pair of blue optics.]

...must have gotten knocked out.

Perceptor?  Verity?    Springer?  A-anyone? 

[He tries to make his voice sound a little calmer, a little less unnerved. ]

I'm okay. Something must've, uh, hit me on the head or something.

[Not, you know, the passing out thing. Of course not]

Tell me it's over.

Tell me...we won.

...

Tell me I'm not alone.

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[audio]

[cerebroshellshocked]

I wonder why we're different.

...unless I'm dead or something. [Always full of cheerful thoughts.]

I'd like to. We could maybe...talk.

[audio]

[percept]

With any luck the Firstforged will come forward with some explanation as to why the arrival patterns have altered so dramatically.

[ There's the smallest of pauses, then; ]

I would like that, Ironfist.

[ He's being honest. While part of Perceptor is ashamed of his current state, a much more vocal part of him is desperate for some stimulation beyond what the medbay routine offers. ]

[audio]

[cerebroshellshocked]

Who are they? Did they bring us here?

_{Why would they pick me, though?}

I will! [That's the closest he's sounded to happy since he got here.]

Do you need me to bring anything? Or something?

[audio]

[percept]

They are the entities responsible for the Haven. As far as I am aware, they have no control over who or what comes through the Lambda.

I do not require you to bring anything. All I can really ask for these days is company.