poly_chromatic | 001 » ACTION/TEXT

[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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You can just look at my face and know what I'm feeling. That doesn't take any special skill.

[So true. She can't lie to save her life most times and she wears all her emotions on her sleeve. Don't need to be a Vulcan to know when she's depressed.]

[He'd wince if he could.]

I am not that well-acquainted with human facial expressions.

[She can fix that by pointing to her face, eyes just as bright and wide as her smile.]

Well, right now, I'm amused. In a good mood.

[He raises an eyebrow. Very, very dryly:]

Fascinating.

That face you're making... [Now she's pointing to him.] It's sarcasm. Don't know human facial expressions, my ass.

[Now he's just smirking.]

More data on the subject is always welcome.

[More data? Sure. Have some in the form of her flipping him the bird with an equal smirk.]

[Now he's almost frowning.]

What does that gesture mean?

Take a guess.

[She's interested in hearing his take on this.]

I am reminded of the expression "stick in the mud".

[That's what it looks like, to him.]

Well, you probably could do it to somebody who is a stick in the mud, but it's much more insulting. It means fuck you or go fuck yourself, fuck off... a lot of fucking and not in the way where everybody gets all sweaty and has fun.

[Oh, for the love of everything that is holy.]

[Both eyebrows go up but lbr he's heard a lot worse.]

Noted.

And there's your human lesson for the day. Don't say I never gave you anything nice.

It was instructive.

[Then he tilts his head slightly.]

Will these be regular occurrences?

Every time I see you.

[That smile on her face means she is up to no good.]

[He deals with Kirk, Angela, you're quite easily lumped in the same category and far less dangerous... or so Spock thinks!]

That would be... nice.

[That's the second time someone's said that. The first was McCoy. Who knows if that is an insult or a compliment?]

I'll see what else I can come up with and make a list.

Acceptable.

[Which is pretty much Vulcan for 'awesome'.]

I am currently residing in [right next door to a certain Jim Kirk...]

[She'll take "acceptable".]

Oh, I know where that is. Your next door neighbor is a pretty nice guy. I'm sure he'll lend you a cup of sugar or anything since he lent me clothes. He's all human, though, like me.

[She's talking about Bones, not Jim. Jim would probably lend her something that doesn't need clothes.]