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[It's Uhura and yet not Uhura at the same time. She smiles at the camera.]

I thought everyone could use a little cheering up.

[She pulls out a harp and begins to sing.]

[The sound of her music draws the Uhura we know and love up and out of her room.]

Excuse me. What are you doing in my home?

[Look! It's Setsuna! A happy smiling one. Except, there's another Setsuna - a not too happy looking one - behind him.]

So, anyone wanna hang out. This guy [he jerks a thumb back to the other Setsuna] is too insecure with me around.

Hey! What the hell is this insecure crap? You're just getting on my nerves!

[A sad smile as he looks back.] Because you think I'm better than you. Anyway. [Smile for the camera!] July, Michael, wanna do anything? [Coy grin.] Maybe Kira? Or Alexiel?

[The Setsuna in the background fumes.] Fuck you! Get your own... [pause] people!

Huh? July and Michael are my friends, too. And Kira's my-

[There's a growl as the device cuts off. Setsuna might actually beat himself up over this.]


[ooc: Red = "better" Setsuna, and black = usual Setsuna. If you want to interact with a specific one let me know in the subject, or you might get bombarded with them.]

[Hello, City. Doesn't mr Peter Chadwick look exceptionally sharp today? He certainly hopes you notice. Rise and shine, no time to waste on trivialities like staying in bed to laze around for the weekend. No, this particular version of Peter only has a couple of days to spend in your wonderful city, and he plans to make the most of it. Where's your regularly scheduled Peter, you ask? Conveniently locked up in his own apartment, of course. This one kept the key to make sure he doesn't interfere.]

Good morning, my dear friends! Wonderful one, isn't it? Yes, I think so as well. I suspect this weekend is going to be an exceptional one, if we just put our minds to it.

[You thought he had a good radio voice normally? He's making sure that gets emphasized for your hearing pleasure.]

Who would like to keep me company? Drinks are entirely on me, if that's what you're up to. I plan to make a little visit to that wonderful new club - what was it called - The Wolf's Den? Later on, if you'd like to meet me there. I certainly will welcome anyone's company.

[He exhales with that, grin bright and welcoming, adjusting his tie with expressive hands.]

You know how to contact me, isn't that right? Well, then - let's get started on this weekend! Fun awaits - je ne vais pas faire long feu ici!

[ACTION OPTION]

[If your character is out and about, and if they know Peter, feel free to approach him. He will show your character a wonderful time! And if you happen to be an attractive man, he will absolutely hit on you. Sorry.

Especially if he catches you at the Wolf's Den. At least you'll get free drinks?

Just specify in the subject or the tag where and when you'd like Peter to come bother your character!]

[Chekov, slightly disheveled, is seated in the cottage's living room (toying, of course, with a gadget of some sort, as the boy has difficulties being still and without a task. There's a stranger seated next to him. He appears slightly older, considerably broader through the shoulders, a good deal taller, and far less inclined to fidget than the eighteen year-old.]

I'm told that this is an acceptable way to address the City. [The stranger has a distinctly Russian accent. It is, however, far easier to comprehend than Chekov's.] My name is Pavel Chekov.

And I believe that you may be a version [wersion] of me from an alternate reality.

Or you may be a version [the 'v' is not mangled] of me.

Being older does not give you the right to be the original Pavel Chekov. Anyway, I think that this is a curse and you will leave in a day or so and I'll still be here.

[The two Chekovs are no longer making any attempt to address the camera. There's a palpable uneasiness between them--a silent war in the making. Both of them manage to remain relatively genial in both expression and tone, but the uneasiness is clear all the same.]

I almost envy you. If this is a cage, as you said, it's a very nice one. The vodka is good, all of the women are beautiful--

Of course the vodka is good; it's mine. Maybe you are older and better at fighting, but I know how to choose a good drink. [Chekov--the one the City is more accustomed to--grabs the bottle of Stoli from his counterpart.] You're far enough into the bottle. Give it to me.

As they say in Russia, "I don't need your valuable directives."

This is my home and my vodka. You should be more courteous.

If you were a better host, maybe... [Taller, less adorable Chekov ruffles the other Chekov's hair. The latter is not amused.] But why fight when we can settle this like men? One more fight, fists only. The winner gets to stay here and the loser goes.

[Chekov rubs a bruised cheek, sulky.] You have the advantage.

I was joking. Let's drink and be friends.

I would rather go running.

Please, do what you like. Perhaps I can become better acquainted with Misses Uhura.

Don't flirt with her--either of her. [Curly-haired Chekov sets his gadget and the bottle of vodka aside and moves out of sight. The other Chekov watches him curiously, reclaims the vodka, and takes a healthy swig.] I say that for her benefit and yours. She dislikes it.

Have a good run!

[A door slams. The remaining Chekov gives the camera an apologetic smile.]

Forgive Pavel's ill-humor; he may be mad at me for winning our sparring match. But, if you would like to talk to me, my humor is intact and I have little to do.


[ooc: Chekov isn't getting on well with his Good Side (if you want some tl;dr on said Good Side, it's right here). Actual!Chekov can either be action'd up while out or contacted via the network later on; Other!Chekov is free for network communication. If you fancy talking to both, that can happen later. Do indicate to whom and when your characters are replying!]