On the creation of his journal. (Voicetest)

[thenewhotness]

You can not be serious.

Alright. So, just because you're bored and can't sleep one night, you think you gonna stick me in your head and mess with me for your freaky-ass entertainment and all that?

I don't need this, man, I got a world to save and a beat up old man to babysit. Why don't you go play with your Jedi or something and let me get back to work?

... Yeah, somehow I didn't think it was gonna be that easy.

Come on, man, you could at least give me back my damn neuralyzer and come up with some decent icons for me. This is just embarrassing.

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[maldoran]

Well, I suppose that my first consciousness-sharing experience figured me as the invadee not the invader. Does that still count?

[thenewhotness]

You in the habit of sharing a brain with people?

[maldoran]

I assure you, it's not by choice.

Oh. Well. Barring, perhaps, once.

[thenewhotness]

... Damn. And here I thought getting that old cowboy music stuck in my head was bad.

[maldoran]

Ah. You mean country and western? It's a truly charming genre. I've come to love it since arriving here in...

America.

[thenewhotness]

... In America, huh?

See, it's a funny thing, I think I'm pretty good at figuring out when somebody ain't telling me the whole truth.

((No worries, I'm right there with you.))

[maldoran]

...Alright. You've got me cornered. I don't truly like country and western. I was only fibbing.

[thenewhotness]

You think you're real cute, don't you?

[maldoran]

Ah, good sir. I don't simply think it. I know it. And I've been told so by many fine gentlemen. And a few ladies.

[thenewhotness]

See, that sounds great and all, but now you got me all kinds of curious, so I ain't gonna get distracted by no cute comebacks.

[maldoran]

I believe you have a saying, here. One about curiousity. And about cats.

[thenewhotness]

See, again, that's cute, but if I had any sense of self-preservation, I'd probably get a different job.

[maldoran]

...Hazardous workplace, darling?

[thenewhotness]

Let's just say that where I'm from, a good week is one where you only have to stop the world from being destroyed once or twice.

[maldoran]

You and I have that in common. [ she eyes up the suit. ] Government?

[thenewhotness]

Not exactly.

[maldoran]

Now who's the one being suspicious?

[thenewhotness]

So far, you don't strike me as real trustworthy. No offense.

[maldoran]

Ah. But your government trusts me. Some of them. A-and most of the military! Well, those who even know I exist...

[thenewhotness]

You're not exactly helping your case, here.

[maldoran]

I'm fairly confident that I have no case which requires helping.

[ ... ] Pray tell, what's your security clearance?

[thenewhotness]

Depends. With the government, I have no security clearance. With my employers... I got a little more pull.

[maldoran]

And now we come full circle. Who do you work for?

[thenewhotness]

Pretty sure you never told me what you were hiding earlier, so you go first.

[maldoran]

Fine. But only because I highly doubt protocol applies in this strange...location. [ and so, smugly, as if she's PREPARED FOR HIS SURPRISE AND AWE: ] I'm a space traveller. I travel space. You may, in fact, wish to think of me as something of an alien. Although, I assure you that I am quite identitcal to the Taur'i, biologically speaking.

Well. [ sheepish. there is the pesky fact that she had a goa'uld in her head once... ] Almost identical.