"Are you!  Star-craving-mad science?"

- that takes him a second and then he gets a really good laugh out of it. "Absolutely!"

The security person is looking at him like she thinks he's in fact crazy.

"...anyway, am I clear to go in or do you need to ask questions or something first?"

"General policy is that you're clear but I think you're too batty for it to be smart."  She crosses her thumbs and makes a wobbly flapping gesture.  "Why don't you take off, eh?  Bet you've got better places to be than this."

Giggle. Wag. "I'll fly away when I'm through here, never you fear."

"Doubt it; I fear right now.  Come on young man, I'm trying to help you, here - "

One of the other security folks stops ignoring Cam.  "What's the hold up?"

The first one gestures emphatically and with an air of 'Obviously!' to Cam.

"So what?  Let him in if he wants."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about when I say you're a bad person."

Eyeroll.  "And this is what I'm talking about when I say you're a hypocrite.  And annoying."  The second guard reaches across the first and depresses a button to open the gate blocking Cam.

"I look forward to finding out what the heck this conversation was about in retrospect," snorts Cam, and in he goes.

"Hey!" the first one exclaims as he passes, and lobs a small shiny object to him.  "Good luck.  I guess."  It's a piece of hard candy with a blue wrapper.

"Thanks." He pockets it.

Inside there's a secretary who's a little too neutral about the wings.  He instructs Cam to wait in this little side room, if Cam'd be so kind?

Sure. He kind of wasn't expecting there to be a wait - the bank was open special - but he can go check his mail and texts and stuff.

His mail:

• Four relatively contentless variations on "Letter to Cam, does this work?" from resurrectees
• Sixteen relatively contentless variations on "Attn. Governor of Atriama, does this work?" from resurrectees, some of them not in Englatin
• One letter with a pageful of variations on "Atention Governor of Attriama" "atention governor of attriama" "Attention!  Attriama Governor" "ATN: The Governor of Attriama" and so on.  "Help I'm lost!" the actual body reads, crossed out several times, followed by an attempted and then abandoned description of their location.  Then: "NEVER MIND SORRY I'M OK"
• Any subscriptions or normal letters he has from home, of course.

His texts:

• A picture message from Ashley the first resurrectee which was deleted near-immediately after sending
• A summary from Princess's family's phone that apparently some Roman guards knocked on their door to inquire about a strange aircraft after a complaint by a neighbor.  They were turned away easily enough by affronted displays of grief and a lack of shuttle-related evidence, but maybe Cam ought to take off and land a bit further from civilization or at least their house, if it's convenient?  (This one arrives in the middle of him reading everything else.)

And stuff:

• Felicity has been keeping a document with all the goings-on in Atriama that she knows about.  Many of them are redundant with things she already told Cam verbally and much of the rest is relatively unimportant minutiae.  Of the remainder:
• Most of the resurrectees are awake again now
• Some of them have found houses on their own
• Felicity's helped some others decide and advised some of those on furniture to ask for, and has some lists ready for when he's back down
• Isaac emerged from the starchildren's "festivities" to make some progress on scanning the museum documents; he's still coughing a lot
• The chamomille'd resurrectees are still asleep
• There's a shifting cuddlepile / hangout spot centered around the inhuman starch, and a medium-small group of people walking through the streets together and singing.  She's got some video of both, with the permission of the participants
• No real progress on the baby nebula yet.  Is there a specific amount of time he wants her to wait with them, if things continue this way?
• Mrindeh has been handling incidental requests for material objects fine so far
• There's a second document with topside occurrences:
• Ms. Mistoffelees has run off to try and spread the word and gather up all the aspiring Londinium emigrant cats
• Ellie is still distressingly timid but occasionally gets distracted by being excited about combining conjuring with crystals and/or math about same
• Her convertible handles great and she loves it
• When she circled back to Princess's house there was a guard car outside and it seemed antihelpful to go inside so she's still driving

He ends up with about forty-five minutes, or sixct minutes, or three-quarters of an hour - of time uninterrupted to go over these.

Do the guards have any specific desiderata about where Cam should keep his vehicles? He has no specific time frame on the baby nebula. Can Mrindeh do the furniture? Please let Ellie know about the soon to be immigrating healing crystal specialist, she's probably a spy and he's fine with that.

This doesn't take him 45 minutes so he fiddles with plans for getting internet and phone service in Atriama.

Oh, they totally lied to the guards and pretended there was no shuttle, should they not have done that?

He has no idea how safe it is to lie to guards and pretend there is no shuttle! He can drop a transmitter in the ocean and have the shuttle fly itself up into the sky from where it is currently sitting. Probably he should be more responsible about not making shuttles whenever he wants.

There's a knock on the door before they respond, and a man in a white coat enters to sit across from Cam.  He closes the door behind him.  "Good noon.  What brings you here?"

"I hear you do mad science! Probably unethical mad science! I hope I didn't catch you at a terrible time."

"I wouldn't say so, no.  What's your concern; are you looking to join us?"

"Oh, no, I want you to be less unethical. If I didn't catch you at a bad time why've I been sitting here for nearly an hour?"

"That's an odd question.  The heavens usually arrange themselves to your whims, do they?"

"...yeah, pretty often."

"I'm listening."

"Well, I can create arbitrary material objects and am from a universe with different but overall much higher tech and I have strong opinions and these things together tend to make things fall into place more or less. Except for the adoption of shelter cats. It doesn't help with that hardly at all."

"Hm."