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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. ]

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[ 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.) ]

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[ 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.

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An ominous turn of phrase.

[Spock doesn't like this any more than Hei does, but for less suspicious reasons. Magic, to him, simply doesn't exist, it's just an advanced kind of science.]

[ There are enough scientific anomalies in Hei's homeworld. He's learnt to take most of the City's strangeness in stride -- out of self-preservation, if nothing else. But at odd moments, the lack of explanations still jangle -- adding to the quiet, low-level pitch of his paranoia. ]

Appropriate in most ways, I'm sad to say. The City's like a prison. Or a zoo.

Or a social experiment.

[Spock can be quite the pessimist, when he wants.]

Thank you for the information.

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[ That's among the list of Hei's pet theories too. ]

It's no problem. [ He flashes a little smile. ] I'm Li Shenshung, by the way. You are?

I prefer not to disclose it at this time.

[ Oh my. How mysterious. Excuse him while he blinks in a brief moment of deja vu. ]

...M-May I ask why?

Perhaps I am simply naturally unfriendly.

[It's a precaution, really.]

[ That's what he figured, having employed a similar tactic in the past. But he knows better than to say so. ]

Um...

We-ell, Mister or Miss Naturally Unfriendly, welcome to the City. I hope experiences here will make you feel less... y'know.

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