video; open to action

[candothat]

[Chekov knows that he shouldn't be surprised when his failed attempts to contact Captain Kirk lead him to the Hall of the Missing and, ultimately, the realization that the majority of the remaining crew of the Enterprise is no longer in the City. Disappearances frequently happen in groups. Spock, Kirk, McCoy, Uhura... most of them had come and gone before this, too. Chekov really should know better than to be surprised. Kirk might be able to bend the rules at home, but it was foolish to hope, even for a moment, that he would be capable of doing the same in the City.

It's tempting to stay off of the network and immerse himself in a project, but his crewmates were well-liked and it's only right to keep the friends they have made informed.]

Captain Kirk, Doctor McCoy, and Lieutenant Uhura are no longer in the City.

[Brief, formal, to-the-point. Unfortunately, one other party needs to be contacted.]


[Starfleet Comm Frequency // Unhackable]

Lieutenant Sulu and I are now the only officers of the Enterprise in the City.

[In other words: your orders, Captain Janeway?]


[ooc: The great Trexodus is upon us. Open to action in any of the places Chekov might usually be found--the cottage, the laboratories, you name it.]

Comments

voice | private;

[candothat]

Being here? I think it does.

I am not sure that this is a bad thing.

voice | private;

[hexuality]

Then what is it?

voice | private;

[candothat]

A different way of existing, maybe.

voice | private;

[hexuality]

I reckon new arrivals feel like we've given up or been brainwashed by this place.

voice | private;

[candothat]

They do. The captain gave me a number of motivational speeches meant to inspire me to want to leave.

I don't mind being accustomed to the City.

voice | private;

[hexuality]

A few years ago, a friend from home got so cross with me about it all. But then he came back and didn't remember any of it, and I'm glad for that. I almost punched him the first time.

[She exhales.]

Like it or not, it's become a home. We fight for it, now, when things threaten the place. The harpies... the old deities, too. The witches. If we were meant to go home, we'd be there. We can't decide that.

voice | private;

[candothat]

Congratulations on your restraint.

[But then it's all seriousness again.]

We can't, no, and while this is our home, we defend it as we would any other home. I think that there is very little that the witches could have asked of us that we would refuse to give to protect the City.