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[Doc has been so absorbed in what he's working on, he hasn't even noticed that it's one of these weekends again. This is, in fact, the first that he's emerged - and he's so excited, he hasn't filtered this at all.]

Chekov! I do believe I have the final adjustments made on the rebuilt circuits, if you should happen to be up for a test run by any chance. I must confess, I'm quite eager to see if it will truly take flight again. I had all but written that particular modification off as a loss entirely.

If it does work again, well -- I may be getting a bit ahead of myself here, but I'm certain it could prove to be invaluable in handling any number of the situations the City is so very fond of throwing at us.

[And he's off, pulling the DeLorean out of the workshop… and into the still-crowded streets of the City.]

[ooc: I got sidelined by a HUGE case of eyestrain-induced migraine last night, so I didn't get a chance to get this up then. Please accept my apology along with this offering of one severely backdated fourth wall post and have at it.]

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[Kitten on the dashboard go!]

[ Doc is startled by the kitten, of course. Though he isn't nearly as startled as Everett, the shaggy dog in the passenger seat that starts barking at it.

He gives a slight yelp, and a much larger flail of his limbs, before he reaches over and attempts to soothe Everett with a pat on the head. ]

Hush, boy, hush--

[The kitten looks just as startled as Everett and mews in surprised. However he also doesn't appear to be inclined to go anywhere.]

[ Well, with the dog calmed, he offers a hand to the kitten to sniff. ]

And where did you come from?

[And the hand is immediately loved upon by the kitten. It's very friendly.]

[ Well, Doc can't help but smile and scratch its head, then. Even if Everett is whining in the passenger seat. ]

I'm afraid you've somehow found your way in the middle of an experiment, my friend.

[Everett now has a friend. Another black kitten has appeared next to him.]

[The first kitten is just giving all sorts of love.]

[ Consider Everett officially spooked. He's freaked out all over again, barking and jumping. Inside the DeLorean. The two-seater that was already cramped before Doc installed everything inside of it.

Time to get the dog out. Doc lifts open his gull-wing door and Everett leaps out, then turns back to the car and barks at it.

Doc has one thought: Remarkable. ]

[The second kitten mews at Everett bravely! HE ISN'T SCARED OF YOU DOG!!!

[He's trying not to sound too excited. Is it working?]

I am, of course, but is it wise to test her before the visitors leave?

[He's talking to Doc. Don't worry, Chekov, everyone sounds calm compared to Doc.]

I, ah-- I'm afraid I've only just become aware of that particular issue. I suppose you could say I was rather occupied with my work this weekend.

That's understandable. None of the visitors are being troublesome?

Not at the moment, no. Actually, I can't say that I've had any terribly negative experiences on weekends like this, fortunately - and it seems I've inadvertently avoided the rush.

Finalizing a project that you've been working on for months does get in the way of socializing with large crowds of strangers, yes. May I take a look at the final modifications before a test? I trust your engineering implicitly, but I'm curious.

Yes, yes, of course! I would be more than happy to go over all the modifications and calibrations with you.

[actually he would be thrilled]

Thank you! Are you occupied now? May I come over?

[Who needs to talk to visitors when there's science to talk about?]

Well, certainly not occupied in any way that would prevent your coming over. You're most welcome to.

What are you doing there?

An experiment!

[GLEE.]

With any luck, if all has gone as planned and the reconstruction of the circuitry was successful, we'll be officially restoring the last bit of the DeLorean's functionality tonight.

Which means?

Hopefully, that the vehicle very shortly regain the ability to fly.

That would be incredible.

Oh, it was, very much so-- and I had written off the functionality, based on how badly damaged it was upon my arrival in the City.

However, it certainly seemed worth the effort to repair it. I'm certain I've only begun to imagine how useful this could prove in some of the situations we have thrust upon us, here.

It's not like we have a lack of time. I think it'll definitely be useful.

Time.

[oh look, his favorite word]

Oh yes, if there is anything that we have in great quantity in the City, it is time. At least inasmuch as we can be aware, since departures can always make for an unexpected, abrupt interruption--

[Well, he's just gonna snap out of that now, with a little shake of his head. And the smile's back.]

Useful-- yes, yes, I do hope so. Any way to provide assistance to one another should be fully utilized.

[ Yay? ]

It should, yeah. If you get it working, I'd love to see it.

[Yeah he zones out on weird moods like that pay it no mind all is cool.]

I will make absolutely certain that you get a chance to see it when it's functioning again.

Good. I'll look forward to it.

Test run of what? If you don't mind my asking.

Not at all!

We've been working to reverse-engineer and rebuild the vehicle's flight circuitry, which had been destroyed prior to my arrival in the City. Of course, given the interferences that come with life in the City, it's been far easier said than done to put any appreciable amount of time into the project. But! Tonight, we should be ready.

You have a ship? [CHEKOV, WHY DIDN'T YOU MENTION THIS TO HER?]

No, no, not a ship -- a car! Though, granted, it has been rather extensively modified.

Oh. Oh! [She remembers his car! From the dance curse a few months ago.]

I can't believe you have a flying car. That's like something out of science fiction. [You know, the classic stuff.]

[Ah, science fiction. That gets a fond smile.]

Well, they are very much real, in my own reality. [Or they will be. Shhh.]

Though I've always been of the belief that science fiction - fiction truly based in science, in the exploration of the imagination, the expansion of our potential, and dreams of furthering human accomplishment - is a powerful medium for the sharing of ideas, of concepts. A basis for development, for testing the true limits of possibility and breaking out of imagined confines we've mistakenly constructed for ourselves.

Edited 2013-03-01 04:27 (UTC)

[Uhura smiles as he talks. His enthusiasm is charming.]

I agree. But I wouldn't limit it to science fiction. I think all good fiction challenges our preconceptions and helps us to see the perspectives of other people.

Certainly! I suppose I just see the world from a rather biased viewpoint. Science, after all, does occupy by far the greatest portion of my time and attention.

No wonder you and Chekov get along so well.

I suppose that wouldn't be particularly surprising - he's been invaluable both as a friend and as an associate. And you are from his timeline of origin, are you not?

I am. We served together aboard the USS Enterprise. I didn't a chance to really get to know him until we came here, though.

One thing, perhaps, to be thankful for about our abduction. The City truly is full of all manner of opportunities. I could certainly imagine that duty might have a way of interfering in more casual socialization.

Especially when you're serving aboard the Enterprise.

[She says it with a smile, but it's obvious she misses her job.]

[And he gives a warm smile back.]

From what Pavel's told me, it certainly sounds like quite the vessel. I must admit that I envy you the opportunity, the chance to explore the stars, to broaden the horizons of humanity, to make discoveries with such universal significance.

There's no other job like it. I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Always a wonderful thing to be able to say. I can only hope to someday have the opportunity to fly among the stars myself.

[Maybe if he just goes further into the future...]

If Chekov has anything to say about it, I'm sure you will.

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