1.1.01.01.001: due regard for the well being of others.

[needshumility]

[There is an awkward, stiff cough, and a shot of the eighth floor common room. A young, very smartly dressed, man appears on screen, and he straightens his tie, then offers a small wave,]

Hello!

This remote viewer is tiny, and... well, I never thought a remote viewer could watch you. Fascinating! [He grins, a touch nervously,] So if you're watching, hello! oh, I already said that...

I'm Edward Russett, but you can call me Eddie. I'm not quite sure whether this is the equivalent of Useful Work or a Pointless Task, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

Who are the local Prefects? What're they like? I imagine I'll be the Red Prefect here.

[awkward pause whilst he ponders whether to ask or not, then he directs the camera to a lightbulb nearby]

This is going to sound silly, but can I have some lightglobes? There's no natural light in my room. I... [slight nervous intake of breath. Dammit, night terrors.] I need a source of light.

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[toldastory]

Welcome aboard. I'm Martha, a warden here and the head of the infirmary. You can ask the Admiral if you need more light in your room.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you're one of these doctors too?

I'm not sure how he could provide natural light when we're in space and I'm several floors down, actually, but I've got some lightglobes and candles now.

[toldastory]

I am, yes.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Do you use these... hypospray things the other doctor talked about?

[toldastory]

I do, yes. It's what the infirmary uses.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

From talking to Svetlana, I don't think your 'chemical' drugs will work on me.

I have some of my own here, and am about to request more. I'm not a trained swatchman, but have spent twenty years watching my father do the job. I know the swatches well enough to look after myself.

I'm sure your colleague can explain further.