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May. 20th, 2006 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guppy_sandhuHolby University
15th November 2760
Room 27, Meyer Building
Candidate 2
It had been the result of several terms long, hard work. Murder to store in the vacations, and even harder to hide from the lady who came to empty the autodisposal crusher now and again.
Finally, wiping the sweat off his forehead, Xerxes Foutian stepped back and admired his wardrobe.
And then he stepped forward, pulled a switch and disappeared.
In 126 West Building, some two hundred yards away, Oliver Sketch, a second year computer programming student, was most intrigued to see his friend appear in his wardrobe, make a few adjustments and then teleport back again.
Xerxes appeared several more times, going back and forth, until he dropped his sonic screwdriver in the middle. At which point he stopped, swore, and stayed in Oliver's room for a while to plan their extension of the teleportation unit to the dining hall.
***
In a completely different Holby several hundred years away, Wesley Hungerton cracked his fingers with satisfaction, and opened up a file.
15th November 2760
Room 27, Meyer Building
Candidate 2
It had been the result of several terms long, hard work. Murder to store in the vacations, and even harder to hide from the lady who came to empty the autodisposal crusher now and again.
Finally, wiping the sweat off his forehead, Xerxes Foutian stepped back and admired his wardrobe.
And then he stepped forward, pulled a switch and disappeared.
In 126 West Building, some two hundred yards away, Oliver Sketch, a second year computer programming student, was most intrigued to see his friend appear in his wardrobe, make a few adjustments and then teleport back again.
Xerxes appeared several more times, going back and forth, until he dropped his sonic screwdriver in the middle. At which point he stopped, swore, and stayed in Oliver's room for a while to plan their extension of the teleportation unit to the dining hall.
***
In a completely different Holby several hundred years away, Wesley Hungerton cracked his fingers with satisfaction, and opened up a file.
