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Personal log, stardate unknown. Unknowable. After several weeks in this strange place called Milliways, I am still no closer to finding a way to return to my own timeline. It has become increasingly clear the guiding force or forces that brought me and the other inhabitants of the anomaly here wish me to either serve a greater purpose or receive some sort of lesson. I do not enjoy being treated like a student, and yet I cannot say that, compared to other such experiences, that this one is as unpleasant. Jim feels better being able to at least record his impressions. An echo, no doubt, of a career spent keeping records of his every experience. He pauses and wonders about the irony of a veteran instructor at the Academy being the student now. I remain determined to find a way home, but I am quite certain that what I want will not resolve the situation..

Jim turns off the recorder and stares out the window. At least, as chaotic as that view is, he can understand what he's seeing, name some of the phenomena. But at the same time, he longs to be out there. It would be, to paraphrase a book he still fondly recalls, an awfully big adventure.

[ooc: slowtime possible for work]

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Whistler knows she slapped Preston. His glee was concealed from everyone except the only Sime in the building. "It, um. It can't hurt to explain them to me?"

He takes a breathe. And tries not to speechify too much.

"I know that humans are capable of great violence. In our collective past, and as individuals, we've been killers. It's not something we can deny.

"Sometimes, we need to resort to violence. I can't hide that. But most of the time, we need to hold off. To say to ourselves, I might be a killer, but I'm not going to kill today. I might be capable of hurting someone, but I'm not going to do that today.

"It's not easy. It can be merely...words. But if we start with those words, those thoughts, maybe we can change."

She freezes for a minute, and then says quietly, "Killing means something different in Simelang, Jim. It means, specifically, to strip someone of selyn. All other intentional deaths are murders."

He smiles sheepishly. "Oh. I'm sorry for the choice of word then. But I think you do understand what I'm trying to say, right?"

"I think so." As God is my witness, I shall not die a killer. "That...sometimes you just have to keep reminding yourself that you're better than that?"

He nods and smiles a little. "Yes. And I am quite sure that you are better than that." And batter than anyone whose world resorts to exposure as a method of eugenics.

She nods a little, "I still don't like it here. I wish that Whistler and I could go home and just stay there. We can't, we can't take enough supplements to keep us healthy the rest of our lives, but I wish we could."

"At least you have his home as a refuge, sometimes." He enarly sighs, but hes not one to pity himself.

"Let me ask you something. Do you think whoever or whatever is running this place brought you here for a reason?"

"I think that who or whatever runs this place is insane at best, and possibly evil." She says flatly.

"It's possible. Though I am not sure about he or she or it being evil. Corrupt, power-hungry or a self-proclaimed god, though, are more likely.

"I met someone who was quite convinced otherwise, though. A young and very perceptive woman named Rachel. i don;t know why she did this, but she took the time to tell me her ideas about this place." And even to analyze him, but he isn't saying that.

She shrugs, "I know Rachel. I know that lots of people think that this place is a good one. I'm not one of those people. I won't argue with people who think that they're in a good place, it wouldn't help anything.

But I hate it. I hate it, I fear it, and I want to leave it far, far away. I stand by possibly evil, because whatever forces us here seems to steal with no rhyme or reason. Dead people, living people. All worlds, all times. People who were doing things, people who were just drifting...and it forces us to a place where terrible, terrible things happen...and people say that's just the way it is."

Jim thinks for a moment. "If I ever leave, maybe I can take you with us. At least for a while. I really don't know what my own future holds, but there's always a possibility that our science can help you and Whistler produce whatever you need to live."

"I don't know." She says with a sigh, "Maybe. I don't think that this place will ever let anyone go enough to have their own life, free."

"I know that people choose to come and go. All things considered, there are worse places to have a drink. But I think that the only thing that would bring me back is the people I care about."

"Do they really?" She asks him, "Do they really? Or are they trapped here until they start to think that the chains are there by choice?"

"That's...a very disturbing possibility." it's not one he sees as likely, to be honest. But he knows that Suzi can never see any good here, even if he might be able to, sometimes. "I really don't know."

She got Whistler here, and that is a great and good thing. She knows this, and is grateful for the fact that she found him.

But with nearly everyone else talking about how good the place is, how wonderful and kind and loving...she sees Tofu, and attrition, and enemies forced together. For every angel there seems to be a demon.

And Jim merely sees a life on hold, a place of limbo. Not the nightmare Suzi lives through, but not anything good either.

And so, not having anything to say to redeem the place, he just lets Suzi lean against him, and hopes that maybe Rachel is right after all.

[ooc: fade here, and hope our pups have better days?]