poly_chromatic | 8th Opportunity

[Those who knew Meyer well enough to visit the casino -- or to work there -- might have noticed that he hadn't been there for the last two days. That was unlike him; normally, he couldn't stand to be away from supervising any of his projects for long. When he turns the video on on Saturday morning, though, there's something different about him.]

I'll say one thing -- going home and coming back here sure changes your perception of the way time moves in general.

[Maybe that's it. He does look older, somehow, his features slightly sharper.]

As near as I can tell, it's been two days since I was last in the City.

[He'd gone back and viewed network posts, tried to figure out some kind of timeline, and ultimately guessed fairly correctly.]

So. Two questions. First of all, am I too optimistic in hoping nobody wrecked my casino? Second of all, does anybody have any cigarettes? I could've sworn I had some in my pocket, but...

[He pats his pocket and comes up empty-handed.]

And the ones that were in my drawer're gone, too.

[He sounds more perturbed about the lack of nicotine than about the fact that he had, apparently, gone home and come back.]

[[OOC: Yes, Meyer has been canon updated -- he's now from near the end of Season 3 -- and he's experiencing the Cold Turkey curse this weekend, which means that he's not going to be able to get any cigarettes all weekend. Tragic.]]

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You're trying to tell me something...

[A long pause, and then a slight smile.]

Are you always a dog, or is there a chance that this is a curse?

[That gets a pleased little yip.

That's about all Chekov can do for the moment, however. If he can't even tell Meyer who he is, he can't very well tell him that his smoking habit is reducing his life expectancy significantly.]

Okay, so you're cursed.

[A pause.]

Can you still get me cigarettes even though you're a dog?

[He shakes his head in a decidedly undoglike manner and whines. Your lungs, Meyer! Think of your lungs!]

[A sigh.]

I guess you can't. It'd be hard without opposable thumbs.

[He just thinks the whining and the head shaking means that the dog version of Chekov can't get him anything, not that he won't.]

[The lack of thumbs and general tininess would make it extremely difficult to retrieve much of anything.

Chekov huffs and lays down, frustrated by his failed attempt at communication.]

I'm sorry I can't understand you. When you become a human again, let me know who you are, okay?

[He has some guesses, but he's not really sure which one of his friends or acquaintances would be most likely to turn into a tiny fluffy dog.]

[He nods, again in an uncannily human way.

Now he just needs to figure out how to tell someone to feed him.]

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