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[ 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

[Spock considers this.]

I do not have. Many friends.

[And only one he'll really admit to.]

Why not?

[A very long and awkward pause.]

Unclear.

[She frowns at that reply. Sure, he's not all human and a little stilted when it comes to socializing, but that doesn't mean anything. Not to her, mostly.]

I'll be your friend. Everybody needs friends, especially here.

[He opens his mouth to say no, that's not logical at all but she's kind of pressing buttons only Jim and Nyota press, and besides, he could enjoy feeling less lost.]

What do you suggest as an activity?

You were looking for a vegetarian restaurant, right? We can go hunting for some and give bad reviews on the terrible ones on the network.

[Spock. Do you know what you're getting yourself into?]

It would be logical to proceed systematically, and rank by quality of cuisine and pricing.

[... shamelessly encouraging her? You bet. To boldly go, after all.]

Start cheap and work our way up. Sounds good to me. Let's pick up some Pepto Bismol before we start though. Can't do reviews with an angry stomach.

[SHE IS SO EXCITE. Look at her face, Spock. No need to mindmeld or touch her.]

I will need currency.

[hahahahahaha what is money to a Trek character.]

Are you certain you do not require a doctor?

That means you need a job too.

[Things they don't need until they are apped here.]

Not yet, at least, but when I do, I am okay with Leonard giving me a full physical.

[Double entendres. Another thing Spock needs to learn if he's going to hang with her.]

[Oh that one he's completely familiar with (JIM), and he doesn't remark on it.]

Where can we locate this Pepto Bismol?

The pharmacy. [A pause.] Do they still have pharmacies in the future?

Not in the sense you are referring to.

[He gestures to the street, an unspoken request for them to start walking.]

Then in what kinda sense?

[She nods, but it takes her a few moments to pack up all her stuff and leave a couple of colorful coins on the table for the coffee she had ordered earlier and a tip before she starts walking.]

[He explains as simply and clearly as he can, walking with his hands clasped behind his back, at the wrist.]

This century is fairly complicated.

[Angela glances over at him, forehead furrowed.]

I think you have it backwards.

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