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[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

( text ) gotta collect 'em all

[studmuffin]

[ Scott's ... elsewhere doing non bedridden and in hospital things. At least Stiles feels a little better now, a little less like he's dying and Derek's going to have to bury his body in the woods. ( Scott wouldn't be able to, he thinks. So it makes sense that it's Derek doing the whole gravedigger thing - actually, Isaac would be super helpful right about now. ) So all he's got for entertainment is the network. ]

i don't know if tony stark's lab is still round or if its been looted. but we have like a fuckton of scientists here so they'll have super awesome tech??

after McCoy lets him inside and fills him in

[universaltranslator]

[Hearing his voice forces Uhura to push herself out of bed. Her vision goes black and she's pretty sure the floor shouldn't be doing...whatever it's doing, but she reminds herself that's just the fever talking and carefully walks towards the bedroom door, each step careful.]

Spock?

[immortal_machine]

I am an expert in certain sorts of technology. It is available...insofar as you can pay for what you want to build.

Who are you?

disgusting amounts of brolove after bones and uhura have their turn

[hischair]

[ There's an absolute flurry of activity in the Starfleet apartment, from Bones instructing Spock on where to come to Uhura turning into a dervish of thrilled nerves and Jim — Jim doesn't know what the fuck his emotions are doing. He knows it's a terrible thing for his First Officer to get trapped in the City too (it's awful on more levels than just what protocol cites, he shouldn't want it) but he feels like his insides are all trying to leap out of his throat when he hears that door knocking, barking Spock's name from where he tears out of his bedroom window.

He draws up short when Uhura races over to Spock to fling her arms around him, wide-eyed with a grin irrepressibly tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pants in mild exertion partly to do with recovering from illness and partly because Spock is here. Jim hasn't realized how much he's missed him since all the visitors vanished. Raking him from head to toe, his smile broadens briefly (privately when he personally comes to the attention of the Vulcan to display relief in every inch of his body-language) and Jim only hangs back out of deference for the reunited couple. That's fine, it doesn't really register. They've all missed Spock with a keenness that has been more like a family in bereavement. It's obvious to anyone that Jim's twitchy, restless to get Spock face-to-face and share a wealth of salient information sitting down exclusively with his First, he wants him to bounce a thousand ideas and problems off because he's been striving to hit his potential without any real footing; Bones is wonderful and Jim needs him at his left-hand, but Spock's place is terminally at his right and there's been a gaping maw of substitutes ever since Jim had to stop scouring the entire City when he disappeared. Jim's been waiting for this, because it doesn't matter where one or the other ends up when he quietly held on to the steadfast belief they'd find each other again.

It's all a little embarrassing, considering how legendary Janeway's told him he and Spock (and everyone else) become in their alternate time-line. He doesn't give enough of a fuck to pretend he's entirely professional. Maybe this is how the other Kirk feels too and isn't that a mess of emotions in the wake of Jim discovering he's either made from stars or in part connected to them. Spock is a guiding light to help Jim steer his ship by.

Jim breathes easier than any constellation has given him cause to, vaguely wondering if he's still not a little messed up with his thoughts leaping to poetic conclusions. God, he's just so happy.

Nodding along to his own thoughts, he may not be the ranking authority while Janeway is present but Jim isn't about to let go of the nature that secured him his captaincy in the first place. Initial order of business has to be filling Spock in on the mindfuck that is the City. ]

We have a lot to talk about.

[ Like, a lot, the look he gives Spock says. ]

Text

[recognize_an_opportunity]

There're different levels of technology here, depending on the people who're working on them. What year are you from? Most of the technology strikes me as very advanced, but I think that's dependent on personal perception.

voice;

[hexuality]

[Now that she feels a little less like shit, Ginny feels a little less like keeping her wrecked voice from the network. (It's still a little rough, coughing will do that to you.) After all, new arrivals are always of interest to her—they all remember what it was like the first time, how everyone helped. So why not return the favour when you can? Besides, she's bored out of her mind being in the hospital for as long as she has.]

Can't really answer your question, but... hello. Welcome to the City.

action »

[medicos]

[ the apartment is a quiet for a moment, so the sharp knocking on the door knocks them all off their center, but it's bones who gets the door because he's the healthiest out of them all, and not by choice. mccoy's not even to waste his time thinking about what this entire City is doing to him and his teammates - not worth it at the moment.

he opens it, and raises a hand, pushing spock backward as he himself walks out of the apartment and closes the door behind him. the silence of the hallway is all the privacy that he can get at such a short amount of time. ]

We need to talk first.

[ his voice is lowered, careful. there's some things to be addressed here, and while he's not the one who's going to tell spock about khan, he's going to be the first to talk to him about the temporal anomalies. the others can fill in the rest as they so please. ]

Now, I don't know who's told you what, but there's some things that you gotta keep in mind before going inside. This place is creates a temporal anomaly, they'll pulled all of us from different points of time in our universe, so we all remember different things. So I'm gonna ask you, what do you last remember?

video;

[subecho]

[ Enjoy a perfect view of a wall, Spock. Invisibility is clearly Thor's best angle. ]

What do you seek?

action;

[directives]

[ she isn't wearing her uniform either, not wanting to be marked as starfleet by the man she thought she'd only ever encounter in history books. the only thing that sets her apart from the rest is the tricorder she's using to track commander spock's comm frequency. she makes her approach discreetly, closing her tricorder and slipping it into the pocket of her cardigan. ]

Commander. I'm Captain Janeway. [ others would likely offer their hand, but janeway knows vulcans well enough to offer a polite nod instead. ]

» action

[thenormalsquint]

[Someone's watching closely. With ears like those, there's no way Angela would have not noticed them from a mile away. They're interesting, unusual... hell, she even likes them. They're not an everyday thing to be seen around here, even with the rest of the non-human population.

So she's staring from a table at cafe in the Square, sketchpad in her lap, pencil in hand. There's a few dark lines creeping along the page with more being added as time passes, curling into their own pattern as well. Unlike this guy's pattern, they aren't a grid, but a man with a pair of funny-looking ears.]

text

[missrosetyler]

The Underground's a good place to start, typically.

Suppose I ought to welcome you to the City.

[action; mid-city]

[nooniensingh]

[He's got a very unlikely perch just outside the library of all places, nose deep in a book of history. But oh, he knows the sound of a tricorder being used. His own un-pointy ears perk up, and then he's staring, glaring at Spock's back.

[Hmm. Where would this go? Who would make the first move?]

video;

[mortemscintilla]

[ By now, it's habit more than objective reconnaissance for 'Li' to interact with newcomers. A disadvantage, he admits. But he's been in the City long enough for certain priorities to shift. (And for his paranoia to take more complex and silent forms.) ]

[ The lens is treated to the view of one big eye, before 'Li' draws his device at a politer distance. ]

Um...

I guess the Underground's Black Market. I'd enter that place at my own risk, though. [ ... doot doot ... ] Or try the seafood there.

text; because he can... just not very well

[skintoskin]

hey therslots of science people here youre in geekland

i'mnot one of thme

welcometo the city