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[The Doctor is sitting on the couch in his too-white room holding the fancy pillow Braxiatel gave him. The weird not-quite nightmare inducing jester puppet is sitting on the back of his couch behind him, sort of doing that lazy side-ways unpropped lean that floppy marionettes do.] I'm intending to go to the pub, to wet my whistle. If someone would like to join me later, I would greatly appreciate it.

[Warden Filtered]

I've been unable to locate my umbrella, despite my better efforts. Should anyone locate it please let me know. It's... actually potentially dangerous in the hands of an inmate because I've incorporated a number of tools into it. Hopefully they won't be able to tell that it's anything different from a regular umbrella, but it should be identifiable from the question mark at the handle.

[Weird Psuedo-Family Filter (Tim, Dick, Brax, Wally)]

Some recent events I take it have been difficult. How are you faring?

[Private to Rex]

I saw that McCullen returned. While I resent this ship's propensity for providing fluctuating acquaintances I hope that this is preferable.

[Private to the Admiral]

Return Persephone's ability to go without food. At this point her refusal to eat is practically torture.