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... appreciate each and every one of you that participates in this crazy project, and you, dear, have done *plenty* - having already voiced Library and Marsha. A microphone malfunction is certainly not something that will make you appear to be a slacker :)

...unless you'd like to wait until late summer/early fall, which is when I might be getting a desk mic that will hopefully last longer than my headsets have...yeah, you probably don't.

If Sedri wants to do it and doesn't mind an American accent, 'twould be fantastic. Or anyone else who can pull of a pissy, frantic 17-year-old. :-P

Thanks for puttin' up with me, guys. I appear to be quite a slacker.

She shrugged. "I see no reason to leave you here." Rilwen looked around. "Of all interesting combinations to create, I think they have Bleepanar over there, right next to the Bleepulan ale."

"If, of course, you'd prefer to absent yourself, there's always kotra." She smiled, and took a neat step sideway to allow an inebriated fellow Agent to stagger past without colliding with her.

"I see. I... appreciate your clear thinking," he said at last, his voice completely flat and calm. It was closer to sincerity than he had ever been, perhaps was actual sincerity.

"Well," he added, after a long pause, "do you still intend to leave, or shall we attempt to mingle with the celebration?"

"It does, a little," she admitted. "I refuse to lie to you. But your reactions are your own, and scarcely my business to judge." Rilwen met her Cardassian friend's eyes, her expression remaining utterly honest.

This was neither the subject nor the time for their usual dancing about on meanings, deceptions and little games.

"Oh, I think she'd be astounded to hear I actually seem to have some vestige of respect for the dead."

Crelmos paused, and put his head to one side. "No, silly me," he added, "she'll only accuse me of some twisted ulterior motive or another. In, of course, less than polite terms."

He smirked again, adding, "It's a pity Astatine is gone. I would have quite liked to see what he would have made of my dear current partner... Really, half the things she accuses me of are quite tame by comparison."

The Cardassian stroked the ridge on his chin, looking thoughtful. "And then, of course," he murmured, "there was the Bajoran... How ironic that he survived, only to succumb to a virus."

Crelmos turned his head to gaze at the candle again, his dark eyes shadowed and unreadable. "I would be lying," he said at last, "if I claimed to feel any emotion over the loss. I hope that does not trouble you."

She gave an almost delighted smile upon seeing him. "I wasn't expecting to see you here either. I promise not to tell Teek if you don't." Her smile turned faintly teasing for a moment.

Rilwen nodded a little gravely at his comments about the tribute. "I felt it fitting, even if I never knew them. Because I never will. And, given what you've said, I'm grateful to one of them in particular. I'd have a friend less in that case, and that would be a sad loss." She smiled again.

If only a Cardassian could manage an audible smirk, it was quite possibly only Rilwen who could have been that sincere in describing it as a sad loss in this specific case, though she seemed rather unaware of this singular status.

Unless there's anyone you'd like to recommend we ask to take Agent Sara's voice, we'll hold off reassigning her until it's definite that you won't get a microphone :)

Trojie and Pads seem particularly proud of corrupting me - a year ago I was badly squicked by just about anything. Then I started beta-ing some of their missions, and now...

I admit to completely forgetting about the random background screams/squeals/et cetera, but I'll do that today. Should be fun. :)

I'd be glad to do more, but I've already voiced at least three characters, so I'm not sure if it'll become confusing. If you think it can be pulled off (or if you can give me a particularly strong accent to work with), then let's try it.

A Sara currently does not have a working microphone, and isn't sure when she will be able to acquire one.

I'm really sorry about this, guys. There isn't really anything I can do about it at the moment.

My partner and I created a music video for our Sociology class. Details can be found in the summary.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2troSpMCE4w

So, what do you think?

The voice was low, calm, and familiar, sounding from just behind her.

"To be fair, I was not directly involved in the circumstances either. Even after the viruses had been eliminated and the quarantine ended, I didn't venture far from Research during the fight..."

There was a note of amusement in Crelmos' tone now, mingled with a certain wistfulness. "Although I will admit, when I did so, the benefits were considerable, for a while at least... But," he amended, "I suppose this isn't a topic I should pursue at the moment."
It was, at this point, probably fair to say that only a Cardassian could manage an audible smirk.

Then, surprisingly, he added, "I thank you for your tribute. Astatine survived the viruses, through some miracle best known to himself, only to die at our enemies' hands. Were it not for him..." There was a pause, as though he was considering whether or not to reveal his true thoughts.

"Were it not for him, I would not have lived- in more than one sense, you understand. This place may have its shortcomings, but it did allow my mind to awaken at last..." He chuckled softly. "But, once again, I digress."

"What're you going to do, sucker me to death?"

Considering what their plungers do in canon...

A dalek tommy gun would work as well. As for the Sue...So many options, so little time.

Torchwood 5 needs a few well-placed thermal detonators/Whoniverse equivalent. Maybe a few of those explosive packs Nine used in "Rose"?

"With Anzac Day in a week back home, it seems… well. Sort of appropriate. Something. Just can't play it myself, not yet. And it's not the same on clarinet, of course."

She wasn't getting very far with playing it, though.

Leas sighed. "I think perhaps we should just recite the Ode to Remembrance and observe the silence," he said as she blew another fouled note. "We're not getting anywhere with this."

"And I promised I'd be ready, too," Deryn muttered, lowering the trumpet.

"Well, you might get some attention," Leas suggested. "Two minutes silence won't be much good unless people are."

"Least people probably won't mistake a trumpet for gunfire," Deryn said, and blew. The sound she produced was remarkably unlike gunfire, and also unlike the sound of a practised trumpet player.

Leas cleared his throat, and pulled out a piece of paper. "If I could… From For the Fallen, Laurence Binyon, forth stanza.

"'They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
'Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
'At the going down of the sun and in the morning
'We will remember them.'"

"Lest we forget," Deryn murmured, head bowed.

Leas folded the paper up and put it away. "I would now like to ask that we observe two minutes' silence. For ours- and for kin." He bowed his head.

Make you wonder what ever happened to common sense in this world...
Quick question though: nothing returns to normal until the Sue is dead, correct?
Because I would love to see how close an in-character Sec would be with her then. >D

Which was very good, until the writes of "Underworld"received the script rights.
The movie deserves to dumped in a vat of Sulfuric Acid.

Just curious."
"Curiouser and curiouser," said Krisp.

"I used to tell some of my friends exactly that... when they shot cannon."
"Looks like you still didn't get over Banzai's style. Oh, I didn't, either. This guy just gets on your nerves. As if partying until 3am wasn't enough."

I feel bad for him, the poor elf. No canon character deserves that type of fan abuse repeatedly. I don't like lemons because of past bad experiences, but I don't usually have problems with them. This, though... I read the author's note and two lines, then stopped. It made me nauseous just thinking about it. My poor brain can only stand limes at the worst these days. I think this is why I would fail at the Department of Bad Slash. I would be vomiting half the time.
*hands over some bleeprin*

She did her best not to droop again- wouldn't want What' to feel bad. "That's all right. I think we can make do."

"I do think that there really are times when it's inadvisable to use loud noises."