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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Mission: Lights, Camera....Action<br>
Day: 1<br>
Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1032)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">"To be honest yes. I woke up this morning in a strange bed, in a strange house. I went to bed after a new years eve party. A party in which Commander Bracken wore a dress bordering on the scandalous and you
I remember where in a tracksuit, just in from the gym, or at least thats how I seem to remember it. I may be wrong. "<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice was partly relieved yet worried hearing Paul say that, “Thats... that’s what I remember too. I did wear that – but anyone here will tell me that it was a costume.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Squatting down Paul looked up at Janice, "To be honest with you I freaked a little this morning. I'm beginning to question my sanity. I’m wondering if what I remember about last night wasn’t...”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“No last night happened I’m sure, why this is happening I’m not too sure about.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, “I think so too – but I don’t have anything to work off as to why. All I know is I have a dog at home that feels like its known me for years and a fan club
of tots that look up to me. Ive been winging it since I got up but some things feel off. This is my uniform but its feels... cheap. That is my rifle... but the weight is off. I was struggling to tell if I was Janice or just someone who got to close to her
work,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Looking across the parking area, Paul felt confused, “ I keep hoping this is a bad dream and I’m going to wake up. That or it’s a holodeck program Katie’s dragged me into, either way I’m getting a little
bit scared.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Picking Paul up onto his feet Janice gave him a quick friendly hug to try and settle him, “Relax – we will find out whats going on... Somehow.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">A loud pitched ‘oooooo’ came from over by the set as a couple of the kids seen Janice trying to comfort Paul. Looking over she put her hands on her hips and lent forward a bit towards them, “You guys better
watch out or you’ll be next in line for a hug!” Quickly the scarpered back off to the food serving area behind leaving Janice with a small smirk on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice turned back to Paul, “I don’t know whats going on but we will figure it out. If this is... Ava’s... my... or not’s life I don’t want to mess it up for them though. These kids look up to her too much
– I cant disappoint them.” She paused for a moment before continuing knowing that things are a bit skewwhiff , “Have – have you seen or spoken to Katie yet?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(Reply Sleeford)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(Posted by Adam)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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