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[not_that_lockon]

[Lyle appears to be on the beach despite the rain, and looks completely unfussed by the fact that he's now mildly moist.]

Well, what do you know. Looks like the rain just made all of that crazy pollen vanish. Just a guess, but is everyone back to their original gender now? [There's a small grin for a moment.] Allelujahs, Neil and Oliver, I'm looking at you.

[He suddenly begins looking a lot more serious than in either of his previous transmissions.]

Oh, and one more thing - did anyone else catch that weird message about five minutes ago? It might just be me, but that sounds like a chance to get a ticket out of here, assuming that our mysterious new neighbours aren't more likely to just bomb us once they've found what they wanted. What do you guys think?

Comments

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

I dunno. You could give it a shot, but it's more like they just picked up the message by accident. It didn't sound like it had the best reception.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

It's still worth a shot, but we'd need someone who knows how radios work, or at least computers....

[He looks deep in thought, rubbing at his chin for a few seconds before another idea comes to him. If his memory served him right, he knew at least one person who should have enough computer know-how.]

Maybe there's a passenger who would know how.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

You got an idea?

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

I'll bet you there's at least one person around here who could get one of these things to work as a radio. And if we can find whatever frequency they're on, we'll be able to get in contact with them.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Not bad, Neil. That might just work.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Now it's a matter of finding someone who wants to do it.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

I'll leave that to you, plan-master.