002 » ACTION/TEXT

[logistical]

[ Really, the last thing he expects when stepping out of the apartment is a corn maze. Given the nature of the curses this month, he immediately reaches for his phaser and turns back to the door. ]

Nyota?

[ That wall of corn wasn’t there before. He brushes it aside and continues for several minutes, attempting to push his way past it, but the door’s gone. ]

[And the last thing she expects once the door closes halfway behind Spock is her name being called. No, scratch that. It’s also the corn, the many stalks of it lining what used to be her hallway, twisting and turning around her with no exit in sight. After a few months of being in the City, she should be used to it, but Nyota swears she never will, especially anything to do with agriculture in a place where it doesn’t belong.

There was a door there, right behind her. Now there’s not. And all she can do is follow Spock’s back in front of her, brushing threads of cornsilk from her face.]

Right here… behind the corn? Why is there corn? And do you plan on stunning it?

[Put the phaser away, Spock. Seriously. It’s just corn.]

I have not fired my phaser. [ He almost sounds sheepish, but he hasn’t put the weapon away. ] Given the nature of events this month, it is not an unlikely assumption that this will be dangerous - either the plants themselves or any… inhabitants.

[ A pause. Why is there corn? He doesn’t have his tricorder on him and wishes he did. ]

It’s corn… I’m doubtful it will attack us. It would have done so by now, right? [But he has a point, so she’ll defer to his weaponry, especially since she poked her head out of the apartment without her own phaser.] We should double check with whoever we can hail outside of here and make sure this corn isn’t any weirder than it already is before we walk any further.

[And find somebody who knows where the exit is and maybe they could tell her why it seems like she’s back in Iowa.]


[ At her behest, he fires off a quick text: ]

Has the corn attempted to attack anyone?


[ooc: blue for Spock, red for Uhura. Feel free to run into them anywhere.]

Comments

[medicos]

To confuse, maybe? [ there's sarcasm here, but it's text. lost in translation and all that. ] At this rate, we're never going to be able to find each other. Have you tried cutting off all the corn to make a bigger path?

[logistical]

That course of action would require a large, sharp implement. Lt. Uhura may be able to track us via our communicators.

[medicos]

I suggest you find Mr. Sulu first, then, to make use of his sword - if that's the course of action you're intending to do first.

[logistical]

I intend to.

What is your current location, as you are aware of it?

[medicos]

A few hundred meters north of the hospital, give or take. Getting an exact location is useless right now, seeing as we're surrounded by corn.

[logistical]

Are you in possession of a phaser?

[medicos]

[ actually - ]

Yeah, I am.

[ kirk thought it would be safer if bones had his own phaser, in case of emergencies, especially during the shitfest that happened before. ]

What am I shooting?

[logistical]

[Yes, good.]

Upwards. We may be able to pinpoint the sound of phaser fire and head in that direction.

[medicos]

Vulcan ears, huh? Okay, wait for it.

[ then he does so.

then he sends out a second text - ]

Got that?