commander's log 004 | accidental video;

[chakotay]

[ to the average curse-goer, the hogwarts curse was by no means traumatic, but that's not the case for the crew of the starship voyager. for those who once had neural interfaces implanted at the base of their skulls that directly connected their neocortexes to the ship's computer, making them believe they were actually part of the holodeck scenarios they were forced to play out, it is. it's an unwelcome reminder of that time, of a point in their journey when their sense of control, along with their sense of self, was lost to a group of hirogen who treated them like foxes to the hunt. they were toys to be played with, broken, repaired, and sent back out to be broken again.

which is why when the video feed clicks on, the city's treated to an almost avengers-style scene: all four officers, clad in uniform from the ranks pinned to their collars to the polished boots on their feet, sitting around a table in their apartment, eating pizza in utter silence. they're a sea of red and gold; harry's arm's still in a cast and captain janeway's feet are shamelessly propped up on the only unoccupied chair. there's a pile of phasers at the center of the table, the group quietly distrustful of their restored reality as if they're calmly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

it's chakotay who breaks the silence. ]

It could be worse. At least no one was expecting a Nazi's child this time.

[ the table lurches as b'elanna kicks him hard in the shins for that crack, the commander grunting in pain as the video disconnects. ]



[ ooc: responses might come from any of them! ]

Comments

video.

[fe_male]

[ well that looks hilariously familiar ]

Pizza's good, but I prefer Greek lately for my post-what-the-fuck-was-that crises. You guys look like of... horrible.

video.

[directives]

I wasn't aware a few officers in uniform warranted commentary that included the word horrible, Mister Stark.

video.

[fe_male]

My mistake. Or hyperbole. You guys just look like a little Dazed and Confused. I feel like you're gonna go out for some mailbox baseball after you finish here.

video.

[directives]

[ dazed and confused? yeah, these outdated pop culture references are sailing right over her head. if only tom paris were here to translate for them all. ]

I'm not familiar with mailbox baseball.

video; Starfleet Filter

[candothat]

Is this something that I should not ask about?

video; Starfleet Filter

[chakotay]

[ quietly side-eyeing kathryn for this one. ]

Let's just say we don't have many fond memories of not being ourselves.

[ maybe, just maybe, later and in private he'll give a little more of a hint, but right now? can't. ]

video; Starfleet Filter

[candothat]

[Pavel's clearly disappointed by the answer, but it wasn't unexpected. If anyone is given more information on the future, it'll be Kirk and possibly Spock.]

Ah. It is disturbing, having something so personal as memories tampered with, even briefly.

video; Starfleet Filter

[chakotay]

[ and it's not exactly a pleasant story that this is bringing up. ]

It isn't our first time, either.

[ there you go, chekov. start putting the pieces together while chakotay quietly tries to judge kathryn's mood as far as info-sharing goes. ]

» audio | starfleet frequency

[excelsiors]

I'm guessing this probably isn't the time to judge which crew throws better parties.

» audio | starfleet frequency

[hischair]

Sulu.

[ Trying to be The Captain here but just sounding kind of ... fffff. ]

» audio | starfleet frequency

[excelsiors]

I was trying to lighten the mood.

_{( or just be a little shit. one or the other. )}

» audio | starfleet frequency

[directives]

It's alright, Captain. No harm done. Though, I wouldn't exactly call this a party. [ more like a coping celebration. or a traumatized menagerie. ] To which, hats off to the superior crew.

[ salute. she's a master at appearing perfectly fine and keeping up with her usual sass, wit, and sarcasm when she's anything but. ]

» audio | starfleet frequency

[chakotay]

How about we take you up on that challenge some other time?

[ casually going around the other conversations and going with the mood lightening angle. ]

[sociomonere]

Are we really playing witches versus nazis?

[chakotay]

No. We're not playing anything.

[ aka there's no game going on here.

and there's a lot more to it than that, but he probably won't share that with someone he doesn't know. ]

voice;

[hexuality]

Well, I've always wanted to show everyone my home but that wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

voice;

[aggressor]

You grew up in that?

[ excuse her, she's still reeling from hearing lots and lots of awful comments about purebloods... ]

voice;

[hexuality]

[Oh, hell.]

Yes.

[KIND OF OFFENDED.]

voice; | locked;

[chakotay]

[ it's a few hours before he answers her, in which he manages to separate from the rest of his crew, but rest assured he does contact her. ]

Do you have a few minutes for a friend?

voice; | locked;

[hexuality]

Of course.

[A pause.]

Are you alright?

voice;

[valedictory]

I don't think any place would go over well being forced on people like that.

voice;

[hexuality]

Suppose not. I don't know why the City picked my world out of everyone else's, I wish it didn't.

[She exhales.]

I mean, I loved it. I haven't been home since... I know it was wrong, no one I miss was there, but it was the closest thing I had.

audio; starfleet comm

[logistical]

How similar were you to your counterparts?

[brooding? no can do when there's science to be done!!]

audio; starfleet comm

[chakotay]

In my case, too similar for comfort.

[ he won't answer for the rest of them, though, but look, kathryn. he's being civil! ]

audio; starfleet comm

[logistical]

[He looks at Janeway, never mind that she can't see him doing that.]

Your crew's atmosphere suggests intense dislike of the situation in which we were placed. May I ask why?