Doc Taylor
Doctor of Some Sort
Noah sits down at his computer. It's been a long day. A combination of work, school, and a bit of stress at home. He checks his Rp forum. It's been twenty four hours since his interest check was put up, and the excitement of possible replies has the hair standing up on the back of his neck. He goes to the interest checks, scrolls down, and...nothing. "Nothing? Are you serious right now?" He gets on Skype, and calls up his assistant gm. The call fails once, twice, three times. The frustrations build upon each other as his internet capabilities keep him from communicating with his buddy in Texas. "Technology hates me." He throws his hands up in the air in defeat, but wait. It's ringing. It's connecting. My lord, there he is. "Captain, we've got a problem. Check the forum."
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