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Enterprise? Do you read?

[A curly-headed boy, almost certainly not out of his teens, frowns at the screen. His words are rendered somewhat incomprehensible by a thick Eastern European accent in spite of his obvious attempts to annunciate.]

Ensign Chekov to bridge. Uhura? Sulu? …Mr. Spock? Chekov to engineering. Mr. Scott, can you hear me? There may have been a... ah, a malfunction with the teleporter.

Can anyone hear me?

[He sighs and fiddles with something on his device. The video feed distorts momentarily before returning to normal. When the teenager speaks again, his tone is low and words less painstakingly produced as if he’s speaking himself.]

Ai, what is this? There shouldn’t be interference this far out from the magnetic anomaly. Eto piz`dets…

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[Just stating facts, okay.]

Mr. Peter Vincent and someone who is not wholly human and thinks that I am in a relationship with a hoover. [No, he doesn't know what that means.] They are harmless, I think.

[OH GOOD CHRIST. Please ignore the redhead as she closes her eyes, pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs.]

Ed. His name is Ed. The not-human one. The guy you look like was kind of a big asshole to him. So I hear, anyway.

And Peter's pretty damn harmless.

[LALA not talking about Ed.] You need anything, Pavel? I have a mountain of free time right now and don't mind helping you get situated.

[Chekov looks mildly concerned by this sudden headache of Charlie's.]

You know him? Is he an alien?

Ah, no, but thank you. This City is a very helpful place.

[She gets a lot of headaches where Ed is concerned.]

No. He's not an alien. He's different.

[She's actually not sure if she's allowed to tell Pavel Ed is a vampire or not.]

If you talk to him again, and he insists you're the Charlie from his Earth, you tell him that McGee said that your accent is way too hard to fake and if he still insists, tell him to talk to me.

['Different' seems acceptable.]

I will tell him so.

Does he answer to you, sir? [Because anyone who goes by their last name and has authority must have a rank, and anyone who has a rank must rank above an Ensign, and in the enlightened future all superiors are 'sir'...]

No. He's just a friend of mine. [Not even using that phrase as lightly as she should. Charlie. Your life and choices. Look at them.] He calls me McGee because of my name and the other Charley's name. It's easier.

[Actually, most of the time he calls her 'snack cake' or 'juice box'. Or 'Charizard'.]

You keep a strange friend. [He grins.] Some of my friends are also strange, although they would object if I told them so.

What name do you prefer to go by?

It helps with the ticking sound, Pavel. [He gets a half-grin in return. Seriously, sometimes this is the best she can do.]

I prefer Charlie. What about you?

Keeping company does? [She can half-smile all she wants. Charlie's still more chipper than Spock.]

Charlie, good, yes. If you are to be Charlie, please call me Pavel.

Keeping company. Keeping pets. Getting a job. Hole yourself up and it gets worse. Though, there was one day where it was just loud for no reason.

Pavel, what all has anyone told you about this place?

Thank you for all of this. No one has mentioned ticking, but I have heard of deities and curses.

[His good mood abruptly falls.]

Also, I have learned that I am not missing at home, I cannot return there if I like, and I will remember nothing of the City should I return home.

...yeah. That part kind of sucks. Not remembering. Not that I've experienced it, myself. It's just crappy to hear.

Still, would you really want to go back to the very second you left, suddenly rambling about spending however long in a place not many know exists?

May I ask, how long have you been in the City?

I would, yes! Everyone would think I am mad, maybe--except for Mr. Scott--but I may learn something important! And if I am going to forget what happens, what is the point in being here?

Lets see. It's March now. I got here in August of last year so...wow. Seven months.

Make the most of your time here. It's what I'm doing.

That is a long time.

How have you done that with no permanent attainable goals?

By taking advantage of the opportunities I have here that I don't have at home.

Ah. [He doesn't know how to respond to that, having left all opportunities he can think of at home. For the sake of conversation, however--]

Are there many in the City? Opportunities?

Oh, loads. Opportunities to make new friends from everywhere. There's a huge mix of universes in the City so there are opportunities to learn from the people here.

There are worse ways to spend time that will not be remembered than learning.

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