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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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[Nothing feels real. She knows that she knows this place, that she's lived a life here, but it's impossible for those memories to live side by side with the ones from her real life, the life she just came from. The effort of trying to process it all makes her feel a little sick herself.

But she's on the network anyway, because if there's one thing Uhura knows how to do, it's her job, and her job is to monitor communications channels.]

Captain?

[ Spitting a sour mouthful into the water, he waves Bones off and tilts the camera so Uhura can clock the sight of the two of them. ]

Lieutenant, good to see you. Uh. Any idea what's going on here?

[ Why the hell am I alive, goes unspoken, but he's trying to be tactful for myriad reasons. ]

[Yes. No. I don't know?]

I'm not sure, sir.

[She can give y'all the breakdown after she's had some time to process things. Assuming someone else doesn't do it first. Her priority right now is --]

Did Commander Spock make it?

Jim? [ he's just going to - try and turn Jim over, so he can see his face, a hand rubbing on his back supporting him in case he falls. Bones' own expression is as exasperated as it should be when faced with Jim and his ever-frustrating immune system, but it's also pinched with nervousness, because he hasn't seen Jim this sick in - well, a year. ]

Spock? [ He casts a quizzical look at Bones. Jesus, what's been happening on his ship since —? Glancing back to Uhura, Jim nods. ] Last I saw of him, he was doing ... fine.

[ Skirting over the touching/teary bromance, yep. ]

Where are you?

Lieutenant. [ formalities, for now. as far as bones knows, they're on the job. ] Are you unharmed?

What is going on? Jesus, I never thought I'd open my eyes again.

[ He grasps onto Bones' arm to pull himself up determinedly with a wince. At least the broiling grit in his stomach is out and he can breathe without wanting to hurl. ]

Oh thank god. [The sudden release of tension in her gut almost makes her throw up. She has to cover her mouth and breathe for a few long moments. (Never letting Spock near a volcano EVER AGAIN.)]

[When she can breathe again, she takes a large gulp of air and forces herself to be professional.]

I'm at Xanadu, sir. [Wait, Xanadu? How does she know that?]

I'm fine, Doctor. [Now that she knows Spock is all right, everything is.... okay, not even close to perfect, but she can breathe again.]

Is Lt. Sulu with you? [He should be nearby...they were beaming off the shuttle together.]

Xana —? Never mind that for a minute, what's going on with Spock?

[ Hadn't he left him safe and sound with the crew? Oh, God, what if I messed up? This is such bullshit. ]

No, he's not. I was - alone when I arrived. I just spotted Jim when he felt like gracing the fountain with his blessings. [ literally what summoned him. ]

Who's with you?

[What's going on with Spock DID YOU REALLY JUST ASK HER THAT?!]

His lifeline got cut off from the shuttle. We had to leave him behind and hope that Ensign Chekov could beam him back.

We didn't leave anyone. [ Mildly offended she thinks so, wut. ] You seriously don't remember me ordering the helm to break the Prime Directive and save his ass before that thing blew?

[ ~~Isn't sure whether he'd rather have no one remember that or tell him he's awesome for it.~~ Squinting because DID YOU BUMP YOUR HEAD, UHURA? ]

I'm talking about the ship, Lieutenant. Did Commander Spock get everyone out of that free-fall safely?

Sit down. [ doctor voice, no room for arguments. he's dragging jim over to the side of the fountain so he can rest there. He's pulling out the medical tricorder that he keeps with him at all times, but it's doesn't seem to be working. There's a lot of fuzzy static from the scanner. It's working, alright, but bones doubts that it's going to diagnose properly. ] ...damn.

Keep your eyes open and focus on me, Jim, alright? Talk to me and tell me how you're feeling.

Nobody. But Sulu can't be far. [Still operating on the assumption that this is the result of a transporter accident, even though a part of her knows better]

Hello.

You'll keep getting interference.

[He was eating his breakfast, all hunky dory, when-]

Bones?

Holy shit- Bones?

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

What free-fall?

[ Perching on the edge of the fountain wall, he spits out the last of the nasty taste on his palate. ]

I'm fine, I'm fine, I just needed to get that up. [ Spying the faulty tricorder, he digs out his comm and flips it open. ] Is your communicator working? The only thing working is the native tech, far as I can tell.

[ He pauses to glance down as his memories unfog; pretty sure he didn't head into the warp core with his gold shirt on. ]

And who dressed me?

That's massively unhelpful, thanks. Why will we keep getting it?

Because the communications network you're attempting to access isn't on this dimensional plane.

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?

What do you mean who dressed you? Are you using the yeoman to fetch you your things for you again? They're not your personal secretaries, Jim. [ he's not here for your bullshit, oh my god. ]

And if you mean are they currently spitting our electric static whenever I put them up against my ear, then yeah, they're working.

What does that even mean, which dimension are we in? [ But no, he'll go about this the right way. ] Miss, can you throw me a few specifics if you'd be so kind? Me and my people are a little rattled over here, you can appreciate that.

[ automatic, like he's said it a hundred times before: ] Don't call me that.

[ and then: ] Sorry, may I know who this is?

Edited 2013-07-03 17:50 (UTC)

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