001 » ACTION/TEXT

[logistical]

[action; closed to mccoy, kirk, and uhura]

[ He reaches the apartment barely out of breath. He's the picture of professionalism but anyone who knows him as well as they do will see the anxiety immediately. The Doctor'd been shouting, Jim had been coughing and Nyota -- he does not even want to consider what he might do if she's been harmed. ]

[ He knocks, the rapping hard and too loud in the empty corridor. The sharp shard in his heart is... dread. ]



[action; open]

[ The City is his to explore for the moment. He's out of uniform, dressed plainly in dark-coloured coat and pants (yes, in the heat, perks of growing up in a desert). He hasn't done anything about the ears quite yet, but a hat is with him, half-poking out of a pocket, just in case. ]

[ The meandering appears to be random, but to anyone watching closely (or long enough) a discernible pattern emerges: a simple grid layout with delays between returns to certain points. He's checking back, double checking, too. Mostly, he can be found with his tricorder, occasionally peering quizzically at it, or observing a few people at the central arrival square. (Maybe he's even observing you.) ]


[text]

[ Once he gets the hang of the network, he opts for a simple text post. No need to unnecessarily alarm anyone who is unfamiliar with aliens, and furthermore, no need to bring attention to his presence. Khan may have unexpected allies. ]

Greetings. I am a recent arrival.

What is the highest level of technology available here? Is it freely available to the populace? Where might I find parts?

Your assistance is appreciated.

Comments

[hexuality]

If you're a scientist, you won't like it.

[She even knew a scientist who could perform magic who didn't like it.]

[logistical]

Like or dislike has no bearing on the truth.

[hexuality]

Then the truth is that magic exists here and it's the cause of a load of things. Mainly us getting in and out of the City and probably us being ill, too, but no one knows for sure. Then again, since the cure was quite magical, I'd say the odds are rather high.

[logistical]

"Magic"?

[Ginny can you hear the eyebrow being raised can you?]

[hexuality]

[Yes she can. Also those quotes are so unnecessarily insulting, excuse you.]

Well, I'm not about to force you to believe it. Just look around.

[logistical]

What is the year, where you are from?

[judging. you. forever.]

[hexuality]

May 1998. England, if you've got one in your world.

[logistical]

What species are present, in your world?

[Human, alien, he doesn't specify. He wants to see what pops to her mind first.]

[hexuality]

Human.

[The "of course" goes unspoken. But then - ]

And goblins, hags, vampires... werewolves, too, but they're kind of in between. Obviously. Classifications between Beings and Beasts are kind of complicated. The centaurs and merpeople should have Being status, too, but they'd rather not.

[logistical]

[no that's all just completely ridiculous sorry Ginny.]

You are certain you are not feverish?

[hexuality]

Yes.

You asked and I answered. I don't see any reason to make this up.

[logistical]

[Nope, you're not making any sense MAGIC ISN'T REAL LALALALALALA]

I see. Thank you for your honesty, and your assistance.

[hexuality]

Sure, any time.

[She can sense your sarcasm and disbelief all the way over here. X( ]