Aug 1, 2013
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charlottesongg
drjamesonbrooks
drbennywynne
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Finn walked the halls quickly, trying to transport some samples the landing party had taken from the bridge to his office, which was a whole other deck away and at the other end of the ship. There were so many samples pilled up in his arms that he was using his chin to hold them in place, when he collided with another person, and the tiny packages went flying to the floor. "Aw hell," He murmured, taking a moment just to look despairingly at them, before beginning to pick them up. "Sorry," He said, in the direction of whoever he'd hit.
