Chekov, Pavel Andreievich (
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poly_chromatic2013-08-12 09:49 pm
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[Chekov is, to put it mildly, alarmed to find the bridge of the Enterprise replaced by the City--the fountain, specifically. As startling as the abrupt change of scenery is, there are, as far as the young navigator is concerned, worse places to find oneself than in a fountain. The shallow water feels good after hours--he can't even begin to guess at how many hours--spent running around in the bowels of a beleaguered ship, issuing orders and trying to nurse failing systems along.
There's no time to enjoy the surprise reprieve. It takes several moments for his City memories to hit and several more for them to fall back into place but, once they do, Chekov has the presence of mind to remove the gold tunic that marks him as a Starfleet officer. Harrison is here. The captain had warned them against making themselves targets.
The captain. Captain Kirk, who's alive here...
Chekov, wet curls plastered to his forehead and stripped down to his black undershirt, clambers out of the fountain and disposes of his gold shirt. He fingers his hair into some semblance of order and fumbles for his waterlogged communicator.]
[video]
He--? [Audio and video distort and give way to static. After some minor adjustments, they return. Chekov doesn't look all that different than he did prior to his disappearance (thanks to the City's temporal isolation from other universes, he's actually a few months younger than he was over a week ago, if sturdier), but recent events have given him a somewhat haggard countenance.] Hello? This is En--Pavel Chekov. I realize that very little time has passed--relatively speaking, I mean--but I must ask: Who is here still?
[Starfleet people, that's directed primarily at you.
And, hesitantly:] Has anyone fed my dog?
[ooc: Action or video! Chekov is back in the City and updated to the not-quite-end of Into Darkness (immediately after San Francisco getting smashed up and Spock beaming down). I tried to steer clear of major spoilers here, but I make no promises for the comments.]
There's no time to enjoy the surprise reprieve. It takes several moments for his City memories to hit and several more for them to fall back into place but, once they do, Chekov has the presence of mind to remove the gold tunic that marks him as a Starfleet officer. Harrison is here. The captain had warned them against making themselves targets.
The captain. Captain Kirk, who's alive here...
Chekov, wet curls plastered to his forehead and stripped down to his black undershirt, clambers out of the fountain and disposes of his gold shirt. He fingers his hair into some semblance of order and fumbles for his waterlogged communicator.]
[video]
He--? [Audio and video distort and give way to static. After some minor adjustments, they return. Chekov doesn't look all that different than he did prior to his disappearance (thanks to the City's temporal isolation from other universes, he's actually a few months younger than he was over a week ago, if sturdier), but recent events have given him a somewhat haggard countenance.] Hello? This is En--Pavel Chekov. I realize that very little time has passed--relatively speaking, I mean--but I must ask: Who is here still?
[Starfleet people, that's directed primarily at you.
And, hesitantly:] Has anyone fed my dog?
[ooc: Action or video! Chekov is back in the City and updated to the not-quite-end of Into Darkness (immediately after San Francisco getting smashed up and Spock beaming down). I tried to steer clear of major spoilers here, but I make no promises for the comments.]
audio; filter; starfleet comm
At worst, it might snow. It usually snows at least once during the summer.
I am looking forward to meeting him.
audio; filter; starfleet comm
Snow during the summer? I guess whoever runs this place wants to make sure nothing is too predictable.
I'll send him your way. Try not to break him.
[ the grin on his face is easy to hear. harry and chekov would get along for the sheer fact that they are both the babies of their respective bridge crews and they both respect rank and experience far more than most. they'll be good for each other. ]
audio; filter; starfleet comm
[Chekov looks mildly horrified by the suggestion that he would break anyone.]
I would do no such thing.
audio; filter; starfleet comm
[ sfjkh chekov, never change. ]
Easy, easy. It's a joke.
audio; filter; starfleet comm
[The ensign seems skeptical, but takes Chakotay at his word.]
A joke, of course. My apologies, Commander; usually, my sense of humor is better.
audio; filter; starfleet comm
[ he hopes chekov can hear the smile on his face. ]
It's okay. You and I are still getting used to each other. Why don't you ask Harry how long it took him to warm up to me? [ and the teasing and joking the bridge crew enjoys ]
audio; filter; starfleet comm
[There's a joking tone to his voice in spite of how entirely serious he is. People-eating fish are a distinct possibility.]
With all due respect, sir, you are not so difficult to warm up to. [Shh, that could be taken as an insult by some people.]
audio; filter; starfleet comm
[ hey, he'll take the joke. it means chekov is loosening up a little around him.
he chuckles in response. no offense taken. ]
Don't tell Kathryn that. She might think I'm going soft.
[ lies. she knows he's soft at heart. ]
audio; filter; starfleet comm
audio; filter; starfleet comm