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[realitymods]

[There is a new addition to the Plane today. She appears to be a tall woman in her thirties with Mediterranean skin and long wavy black hair. Her eyes are obscured by a pair of dark Ray-Bans. Clad in a white labcoat over a black dress, she cuts a striking silhouette against the swirling stars and planets of the Astral Plane.

Unlike most new arrivals, she seems to know what she's doing. As people pass, she waves some kind of handheld sci-fi sensor at them, and takes notes on a clipboard.]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

[Excuse you?] Can I help you?

[grip_on_reality]

[after noticing a person waving a sensor at her, Menzies is not one to just walk on by. instead, she heads toward the woman, giving her a curious look. she calls as she approaches:] Something you're looking for?

[most_feared]

[Kay is immediately made on edge by the presence of raybans. He puts his on before he goes near her, just for a touch of added security, and wanders closer. She looks like she could work in the tech division but uh... he pretty much knows everybody. So?]

Lookin' for somethin', ma'am?

[realitymods]

[There's nothing particularly special about her ray-bans. She just likes wearing them. It's nice to have that layer of anonymity. When Kay lurks in her general direction, he also gets a dose of... beeping tricorder-like specialness.]

Thank you, but no thank you-- I'm taking some measurements.

[She casually jots down some notes.]

[realitymods]

[The woman adjusts her glasses. She is cool and distant when she responds to Menzies. She has important work to do, after all.]

I'm simply doing some readings. It isn't of any real concern.

[realitymods]

[You're excused. The woman adjusts her sunglasses further up her nose and continues taking notes.]

I've already acquired the reading I needed from you. Thank you for your cooperation.

[grip_on_reality]

[though Menzies has certainly taken that tone with other people, she doesn't appreciate it being used on her. she stops near the woman, arms crossed over her chest] Oh yeah? Readings of what?

[her tone is less curious and more annoyed now]

[lamb_of_gold]

Cooperation implies I was a willing participant. What 'readings' were you taking?

[fallbythesword]

[... Well don't you just hit quite a few of this short little thing's buttons, miss.]

How rude. [Flippant~] You could at least tell me what you've seen.

[most_feared]

Okay.

[He's quiet for a minute. Just watching her. Pretty lady. Might be a robot.]

On what?

[desertdaggers]

[oh. that definitely does not go unnoticed, and Hawk's gaze flicks over her a couple of times before he approaches, focusing on the sensor.]

Ah? What's this?

[realitymods]

[She lowers the sensor, but basically brushes him aside in favor of her clipboard.]

It's none of your concern. I'm merely doing some routine measurements on the occupants of the Machine.

[realitymods]

[Laith smiles coldly, regarding Jacqli behind her sunnies.]

Even if I took the time to explain in great detail, you wouldn't understand it. In layman's terms, I'm making sure your vital signs are normal among other things.

[realitymods]

[She isn't a robot, though there is no genuine emotion behind the smile she gives him.]

You, of course. Someone has to make sure that your cells continue to stick together in a Kay-shaped organism, am I correct?

[realitymods]

[Laith keeps her eyes trained on her clipboard. It looks like a bunch of gibberish. At least it's not Gallifreyan. Mostly just endless strings of numbers, variables, and equations, if Menzies tries to get a look.]

Vitals, mostly. It would be rather poor if you disintegrated while standing on the Astral Plane, don't you think?

[realitymods]

Nothing to be concerned about, I assure you. Though you may want to watch your blood pressure.

[fallbythesword]

You'd be surprised. [She shrugs, though, crossing her arms in front of her.] So why are my vital signs necessary for you?

[most_feared]

Have there been concerns they might not?

[Plane, what are you doin'?]

[desertdaggers]

Is that so? [he stays close, not enough to touch but enough that his presence should be noticeable.] What kind of measurements?

[grip_on_reality]

[she raises an eyebrow at that, and she does try--discreetly--to take a look] Oh? Bigger chance of that 'appening lately?

And ah, what got you the honor of this important job, anyway? [while her casual tone is obviously being put on, the sense of the question is genuine. she eyes Laith curiously] Running an errand for Jed, maybe? Or are you one of Meredith's lot?

[because considering what this woman is up to, Menzies is already fairly certain she's working for one of the groups in control of the Plane rather than just a random resident of it]

[bonnypiperlad]

Hey?

[Oh, look, it's a gadget. Jamie likes those, and immediately wanders over to try and get a better look.]

What's that you've got there?

[lamb_of_gold]

Then you will not mind sharing.

I'm sure it will come down when I no longer have to worry about the place playing merry hell with me.

[realitymods]

[The woman points it at him, registering a brief beep and a series of pretty lights.]

It's a device created specifically for registering vital signs and other important variables in the subject.

[realitymods]

[Are you trying to intimidate her? That's cute. Her high heels say hello.]

The kind that allows me to continue doing my job.

[realitymods]

It's very important that we take readings on the occupants of the Machine. It would cause undue trouble if any of you were to die because of poor maintenance... don't you think?