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[paradoxlol]

[There's a faint rustling of papers. ARTHUR'S ALREADY TAKING NOTES ON YOU. Like a creeper c: When he speaks, he sounds thoughtful... oh, and kind of like Rex. Minus the crazy.]

So. According to the Admiral, the passage of time moves much more slowly here than in the real world. Seconds become months, become years. Perfect for getting a job like this done without anybody knowing you're gone. However it seems here, it's quite an efficient system if you think about it.

At least, in theory. I'm sure all of you know how often the best laid plans live up to expectations.

[There's a brief pause, as he lightly taps a pencil against his notepad, then he speaks again.]

Does anybody remember how they got here? Not the events that brought you here as an Inmate or a Warden; I mean actually arriving on the ship.

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Voice - PFFT. He means Sol...so either way is right!

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

Sort of. I'm talking about the death of a star and the ignition of it through the use of dark matter. Though, since black holes seem to feed off of that dark matter, then the connection could be made.

But once the dark matter ignites the sun, nothing can be predicted. I'm inclined to believe that something of that magnitude happened here. To this place.

Voice

[paradoxlol]

Interesting theory.

Voice

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

I've discovered that here...theory is really all we have, um...Mr...? [He can pull your tricks, too!]

Oh...and welcome aboard, I suppose.

Voice

[paradoxlol]

And here I was hoping for some solid footing.

Arthur.

Voice

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

Here? Never. You have to constantly adapt or you'll end up insane, dead, or both.

Voice

[paradoxlol]

So, I take it the graduation rate is low.

Voice- My counting skills...admire them

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

There has been one that I am aware of.