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[logistical]

[ Really, the last thing he expects when stepping out of the apartment is a corn maze. Given the nature of the curses this month, he immediately reaches for his phaser and turns back to the door. ]

Nyota?

[ That wall of corn wasn’t there before. He brushes it aside and continues for several minutes, attempting to push his way past it, but the door’s gone. ]

[And the last thing she expects once the door closes halfway behind Spock is her name being called. No, scratch that. It’s also the corn, the many stalks of it lining what used to be her hallway, twisting and turning around her with no exit in sight. After a few months of being in the City, she should be used to it, but Nyota swears she never will, especially anything to do with agriculture in a place where it doesn’t belong.

There was a door there, right behind her. Now there’s not. And all she can do is follow Spock’s back in front of her, brushing threads of cornsilk from her face.]

Right here… behind the corn? Why is there corn? And do you plan on stunning it?

[Put the phaser away, Spock. Seriously. It’s just corn.]

I have not fired my phaser. [ He almost sounds sheepish, but he hasn’t put the weapon away. ] Given the nature of events this month, it is not an unlikely assumption that this will be dangerous - either the plants themselves or any… inhabitants.

[ A pause. Why is there corn? He doesn’t have his tricorder on him and wishes he did. ]

It’s corn… I’m doubtful it will attack us. It would have done so by now, right? [But he has a point, so she’ll defer to his weaponry, especially since she poked her head out of the apartment without her own phaser.] We should double check with whoever we can hail outside of here and make sure this corn isn’t any weirder than it already is before we walk any further.

[And find somebody who knows where the exit is and maybe they could tell her why it seems like she’s back in Iowa.]


[ At her behest, he fires off a quick text: ]

Has the corn attempted to attack anyone?


[ooc: blue for Spock, red for Uhura. Feel free to run into them anywhere.]

Comments

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[hischair]

[ He can't text in all this corn, it's getting up his sleeves. Time to respond with a call! ]

Talk, damn it, texting isn't going to help us find each other. And watch where you walk or you might run right off a cliff. [ Or into a quarry. Why is the City suddenly the ass-crack of Iowa? Urgh. ] Can anyone fire their phaser into the sky?

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[logistical]

We are taking every precaution, Captain. I believe we are currently outside the building, near the front door.

[A beat, and the sound of a phaser being primed and fired.]

Was that visible to you?

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[hischair]

Vaguely, I didn't see anything overhead. Tell me if you can hear my voice nearby, I'm gonna stay on the line. [ And then, muttering over the sound of corn being shoved aside/spat out; ] Stupid ffffffffffaaaarghGoddamnshit ...

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[phonetical]

Or what was the front door, Spock.

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[affectioning]

Did it attack you?

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[phonetical]

No, but that doesn't mean much of anything yet. What about you?

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[candothat]

I am lost but unattacked.

[Perhaps the navigator's annoyance comes through in text because yeah, he's annoyed. Lost in corn. Best navigator of all time on the Enterprise.]

text;

[phonetical]

Whatever you do, stay where you are. We need to find someplace to meet up.

[Because this will absolutely work out in their favor. Yeah, right.]

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[candothat]

[It is hard to text in a corn maze.]

No, Nyota, I think staying in the same place will make everyone as lost as walking. I have an old-fashioned compass and the location of north is changing, the sun is not moving sensibly... nothing here is right.

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[excelsiors]

is there an "else" supposed to be tacked on to the end of that?
did you get attacked by corn?

» text

[logistical]

No. However, given the pattern of events this month, I suspect the corn may be dangerous.

» text

[excelsiors]

guess that weeds out eating out way through it.

[medicos]

It's a goddamn corn maze. I feel like I'm back right smack in the middle of Iowa, for God's sake.

[ there, he's said it. ]

[hischair]

Wow. You're complaining about Iowa. Really?

[logistical]

What is its purpose?

[phonetical]

I wasn't going to say it, but I agree.

[Damn you, Iowa.]

» audio | starfleet comm.

[directives]

[ the corn is ridiculous. this entire month has been ridiculous, and janeway is officially DONE with all of it. harry's still missing, and she is not in the mood to deal with this corn nonsense. it reminds her of parts of indiana, and she doesn't appreciate that pang of homesickness on top of everything else ]

Not that I can report, but I wouldn't be surprised if it did. Have either of you seen Ensign Kim?

» audio | starfleet comm.

[logistical]

We have not. When you last hear from him?

» audio | starfleet comm. } shamefully late

[phonetical]

I haven't spoken to him since the City's carnival, ma'am. I can check for his location on my camera feed.

...Once I get out of here.

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[fe_male]

with what they've been throwing at us it would be sort of anticlimactic to finish off the week with corn-monsters. that's waaaaaaay too low on the melodrama for halloween

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[logistical]

I am unfamiliar with the festival. Why would this be anticlimactic?

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[hexuality]

Every time I've had friends thrown into a maze, it's gone after them somehow. Be careful.

voice;

[logistical]

What type of mazes have you experienced while staying here?

voice; backdated so sorry

[punchedhitler]

Have you had any luck?

voice; np!

[logistical]

In what, specifically...?