poly_chromatic | personal log stardate -309815.3148782344

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star trek xi - nyota uhura

personal log stardate -309815.3148782344

[ voice - filtered to Penny ]
Hey Penny, I'm sorry for bailing on you last night. I hope you got home all right. Can we talk?

[ voice - filtered to Karaoke Adam ~~even though he's an NPC~~ ]
Thanks again for last night. You are a true gentleman.

[accidental voice]
[Uhura thought she had turned the device off, but nope, she's just switched it to public. Can you blame her? Chekov's started tinkering with his toys in the living room again and he's making a huge racket. And despite Adam's magical hangover remedy, her head still really hurts.]

Chekov, could you PLEASE keep it down?

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[He wasn't tinkering so much as trying to get at his own network device. In theory, he should have altered it enough to use it even without thumbs. Unfortunately, he was careless enough to leave his device on a table last night and, try as he might, he can't get at it.

CRASH

Trying to scale the other odd projects he left around the living room isn't getting him anywhere, either. It seems, however, that he was at least successful in waking Nyota.

Chekov scampers down the basement stairs--well, half of it is tumbling since his legs are ridiculously short--and sits by Uhura's bed. For a lack of a better plan of action, he yips at her.]

[Thanks to Adam's magical remedy, Uhura is able to pry herself out of bed with minimal difficulty.

And stares. At the puppy sitting by her bed.]

Pavel, when did you get a dog?

[The dog yips again and turns in a circle before looking up at her expectantly. Not being able to talk is a great inconvenience.]

You're a cutie.

[She leans over to pick up the little dog, still not realizing it's Chekov. (Hangover, okay?) She scratches him behind the ears and heads up the stairs.

She likes dogs, but seriously, Chekov, you need to check with your roommate before bringing home a pet.]

[Cute, sure, yes, they have already established this. Chekov snorts in annoyance but doesn't wriggle in her arms; Uhura seems somewhat groggy and he doesn't want her to drop him.

Well. The scratching feels good, too, and surely Nyota will realize what has happened as soon as she fails to find him.]

[It takes her awhile. She wanders around the whole house, shouts up at the roof, and spends a good five minutes standing in the kitchen before she looks down at the pup still in her arms.]

Pavel?

[He smiles--as much as a dog can smile--and wags his tail. She's going to tease him about this, he knows it, but for know he's just pleased that someone knows who he is.

(The dog part of his mind wants to squirm and lick Uhura's face. Chekov nobly resists.]

I'll take that for a yes. [scritch scritch scritch]

Do you need me to call your work for you?

[He nods--an eerily human action for a dog--before leaning into the scritching, eyes closing in doggy bliss.]

All right. [She adjusts her grip on him and heads downstairs to grab her device again.]

Who would I call at your work? [Right, dog.] Maybe I should grab your device.

[He wags his tail agreeably. Chekov had the forethought to make his network device somewhat operational in the event of something like this happening. If Uhura just gets him to it...]

Okay, sticking to yes/no questions... Is your device in your room?

[Head shake! At least it's in a fairly visible place in the living room. It's not uncommon for Chekov to momentarily misplace his device in his messes.]

[Okay, next option.]

The living room?

[That gets an enthusiastic nod. He squirms in Uhura's arms, eager to get to something that will help him communicate.]

[She heads over there and sure enough, there's his device, sitting atop a pile of scrap he's assembling into...something.

Uhura picks it up.]

I'm going to scroll through your contacts. Bark when I reach the person I should call.

[He watches her scroll intently, yipping when she reaches Delacroix, Marie. It's not strictly necessary to tell Delacroix that he won't be in, maybe, since he has a way of being unable to make it to work and she doesn't seem to care. Still, it's the polite thing to do when one has been turned into a dog.]

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