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[candothat]

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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[likeboudica]

Pavel—?

[likeboudica]

You're back. [ She's smiling, clearly happy to see him. ] Is Len— Dr McCoy with you?

[likeboudica]

[ And then the actual content of his video sinks in. ] You do not remember, do you.

[likeboudica]

[ No, of course he does not. ]

DONE.

[likeboudica]

You are— this is a place called the City. It is a [ searching for the right words. ] a pocket dimension.

[candothat]

[If Chekov looked perplexed before, he looks outright baffled now. First things first.]

Have we met, Miss?

[likeboudica]

Theresa Gray. Or Tessa, if you would like. [ How strange, to know him without him knowing her. ] You were here before, briefly, for a weekend.

[candothat]

Miss Tessa, I do not remember visiting a pocket dimension. You know the doctor, as well?

[likeboudica]

I do, he was— [ the closest to a father she ever had. ] He was here for a while before he returned to his home world. Your world.

It is a strange place, here. I do not know whether it is by magic or technology, but people arrive here and leave again without action from themselves. Most say it is due to the Deities. No time passes in your home world while you are here, and there are curses at times, days when compulsion may hit to do one thing or another, or—

It is a strange place, truly.

[sixwinged]

"Enterprise" isn't here, as far as I know.

Welcome to the fucking City, shithead.

[candothat]

Deities? This, I think, can be explained scientifically without deities or magic. Miss Tessa, these "deities"... do they show themselves? But no, there is time for that later if no time passes on the Enterprise while I am here.

Are we well acquainted, Miss Tessa?

[candothat]

I have gathered this, thank you.

[sixwinged]

Then don't leave such useless shit on the network!

[likeboudica]

They do, at times.

[ Well-acquaintanced? She hesitates briefly. ] You were here only a weekend, so perhaps not. We had coffee and talked of poetry. [ And many other things, such as who, what she is, but he no longer has a memory of that. ]

[candothat]

The network?

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[minigolfandsushi]

CHARLEY!

[candothat]

Are they human?

[He smiles, rather pleased to have a friend in this pocket universe (if that is what it is, but he can ponder that later). Even a casual friend is better than none.] I hope I did not bore you too much.

[video]

[minigolfandsushi]

[Have a look of befuddlement over the bad Russian accent and the Enterprise nonsense.]

[video]

[minigolfandsushi]

Y'know, I always thought you were a bit of a nerd, but I never thought it was this bad.

[LARPer. Dear lord.]

[video]

[nohometown]

I read you, Ensign. I'm General Sephiroth, from a very different organization, I'm sure.

You're in a place known as the City. Generally identified as a pocket dimension of sorts, its origins unknown.

[likeboudica]

They look human, but that does not have to mean that they are. [ She would know. ]

Oh, no. You were very kind. I enjoyed our conversations.

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[candothat]

[patiently] Chekov, sir. Ensign Pavel Andreievich Chekov.

[video]

[candothat]

What is this bad?

[totallyinaband]

Sorry, man. You're kinda stranded for now.

[candothat]

If they have control over--curses, did you say?--then they may be anything. Did they create this universe?

[His questions aren't urgent. Honestly, Chekov doesn't look terribly concerned about being stranded in a pocket universe.]

Ah, good! I wish I remembered them, Miss Tessa, but I am sure that I enjoyed them, also.