THE LEWIS AND CLARK

[inferis]

[You have woken up aboard the Lewis and Clark. It's a nice, clean, light vessel and everything seems to be in working order...at the moment. Explore!]

[[OOC: AROUND THE SHIP | THE CONTROL ROOM | THE DOORS | STASIS | DAY ONE OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

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[kungfuwitch]

[She looks up at the voice, nodding]

I'm pretty sure, yeah. Unless, of course, it's one of those funky languages that just look like something from my world. [she shrugs] but it looks like Latin, a dead language where I'm from. "Liberate" means freedom... I think... or something like it.

[sworn]

Freedom. [She repeats the word, as if mulling it over.]

It's a start, at least. Perhaps someone can finish the phrase.

[kungfuwitch]

I think so, at least. I really can't speak the language. But I do know that our word "liberate" means to free.

[She smiles]

There has to be at least one person here who can speak Latin.

[toobravehearted]

[On his way to exit the control room, he's passing by Phoebe's seat. Stopping mid stride and stepping back, his voice is conversational, not too loud.]

You're correct. The rest roughly translates as 'yourself from hell'.

[His hand hovers a moment before moving to pat on Phoebe's shoulder, and he nods at the other young lady.] Apologies. Don't shoot the messenger?

[sworn]

[Vereesa's shoulders stiffen immediately at the translation, and her face falls.]

How comforting.

[kungfuwitch]

[Surprise Doctor! Phoebe looks up at him as he pats her shoulder]

But what is it supposed to mean? In this context, I mean. [she pauses, thinking] Something to do with what happened on the other ship?