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— iece of crap. [ There's grumbling as the viewscreen jostles, bright blue (bloodshot) eyes squinting into it curiously. The would-be handsome face glances away a moment later, eyebrows pulled together; he's sick or was prior to arriving, more worn out from the exertion of walking than any young man ought to be. ] Alright, good. You'll do for the time being.

This is Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise ordering any and all Federation crewmen to report back with the location of the nearest Starfleet outpost. I'm off-world when I shouldn't be. This "computer" — [ you can practically see the airquotes around his sour tone ] — isn't responding as it should or giving me the information I need. I'm getting nothing but interference when I try and open a standard sub-space channel, the frequency's all off ... damn, this thing's gonna fry if I keep messing with it.

[ Opening his mouth to continue, a hurk noise clogs his throat and hastily, the video clatters to the ground as Jim reels around to vomit into the fountain. Classy. ]

[ Of course, where a sick Jim is, a wild, angry Bones appears. ]

Goddammit, Jim! [ He's there all of a sudden, a hand on jim's shoulder holding him for support and a - somewhat crazy expression on his face. ] Jesus Christ, why are you out of the medbay if you're sick?! Don't move or I'll hypo your ass!

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[Squinting back because WHAT REALITY DO YOU LIVE IN, CAPTAIN?]

What free-fall?

Okay, one of us either banged their head really hard or there's something weird going on here. The last thing you remember is the volcano drop, right?

[Dots are connecting. The City. Deities. Pocket universe. Temporal anomalies.]

We're from separate timelines.

[She's getting a headache. She needs to get out of this partying crowd, but to get out she needs to go through and there isn't enough adrenalin in her system to force her to stand.]

Ensign Chekov should be here. He can explain.

Separate timelines. Fantastic. How do you even know that, and that Chekov's around? Are you in contact now?

[ Apologies and a siesta won't be forthcoming until the captain's got some answers, regrettably. ]

I know that because I've been here before. For...awhile. [It's coming to her in bits and pieces and if she sounds like she doesn't believe her own words, it's because she doesn't.] For eight months after you were first given command of the Enterprise. Chekov and I lived together in a magic house? [WTF ARE THESE MEMORIES?]

[ He is so not in the mood for this. ]

Right. Have Doctor McCoy look you over once you meet us at our location, that's an order.

[You think she is? But she just nods.]

Yes sir. I'll be at your location --

[She pulls up a map on the device, not questioning why she knows how, and compares their locations]

soon.

[She pushes her way through the crowd, heading towards the Fountain.]

We'll be waiting, keep this channel open. I'm not losing sight of you.

[ It's not as if he'll admit it, but he really doesn't want to move his heavy limbs any time soon. ]

[He'll be treated to a view of the streets from the partying crowds at Xanadu to the more calm & urban area just preceding the fountain. Better be careful, though; the jostling of the video feed might make you queasy.

But soon enough, Uhura is there in person. No feed necessary.]

Captain! Doctor!

There you are. [ He's still leaning over his knees where he's sitting on the edge of the fountain, peaky and a little sweaty at the temples. The sight of Uhura in her red swimsuit takes him back to Nibiru with startling clarity, looking her up and down as oddly as he did himself earlier.

Though he doesn't get up, Jim nods to her with an insistent look. ] Are you okay?

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