Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-3991308-20150606062216

Airmid nodded, looking away as the nightingale cleaned up her face. The physician wasn't exactly sure if small talk was needed here, so Airy just stood there awkwardly.

"That was rude of the tree," Airmid fidgeted with some sleeve cuffs. "You tried helping it and it hit you. Although, if the tree still needs your help, though, I could always help you help the tree. It's been a remarkably quiet day here."

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Hemlock was not okay. In fact, he was hovering somewhere between outright confused, frightened, and angry. Confused about the shift in time, frightened by the possibilities, and angry that he hadn't realised that maybe these people were the transfers they claimed to be.

He took a deep breath. Compose yourself, Asclepius, he told himself. ''You're a scientific prodigy. You go figure everything out''.

Then, the physician shot a look at Arthur and Hank. "If she's speaking the truth, then I say that we try to contain the truth. Do you know how much chaos this can cause? We need to be quiet, sensible and restrained."

He sighed. "But, if this is a case of time shifting or changing or whatever– I don't know, I like biology, not physics, you know who we should probably ask."

Hemlock slightly gestured with his head towards his generation's Tockman.