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[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

This was a room he had never seen before, and hardly where Spock had been expecting to turn up when he had stepped onto the transporter pad. It hadn't been all that long since the crew had formed itself around the incorrigible bravado of James Tiberius Kirk, but there was that element of trust among all of them that only a massively traumatizing and life-threatening encounter could create.

This just rang too close to sloppy work done far too quickly. Hardly what he had come to expect and surprising enough that he spoke to someone not there without remembering that he wouldn't be heard if he didn't say it into a communicator.

"I believe you may have missed, Mr. Scott." It was only after he had spoken the words that he realized that the lack of communication devices would make it impossible to speak to those on board the Enterprise, and yet, when he searched for his, it came up missing (he had been certain that he had put it on his belt next to the phaser that was also gone. It was supposed to be standard equipment after all).

The next logical thing, then, was some kind of practical joke, though he had assumed that the crew members would know better than to try it on him as he would not give them the reaction that these kinds of things always seemed to call for. He arched one angular eyebrow over his alien eyes and spoke again to invisible people that might well have been listening from behind the strange metal walls.

"This is no time to make a vain attempt at humor." This mission was supposed to be important and they were wasting time-

-but there was no response. Hardly unexpected, though still almost-frustrating in that way that only a Vulcan could understand- emotional and not all at once.

"I am afraid that I fail to understand the joke." Hadn't he mentioned that these kinds of things escaped his understanding once before? Illogical and unnecessary, all of it. These things served no purpose, and yet humans seemed entirely fascinated by them. It was rapidly becoming apparent, though, that this was no prank, and that perhaps there was no Enterprise nearby to hear him- even if he had his communicator with him.

All he could do, then, was explore this strange room that he had ended up in. Metal. Nothing he had ever seen before, and his scientist's hands itched to be holding his tricorder and find out what it was. What this was.

He took a few steps and nearly tripped over an object at his feet- his lyre, strange thing to have in the room with him. It served no purpose now and he had left it behind in his rooms. It would have been illogical to bring it with him. Still, he cared for it as much as he could care for an item, and he bent down to retrieve the fragile, stringed thing from the floor where it was certainly unsafe.

"This is entirely illogical. Cease these actions immediately and return me to the planet's surface."

A last ditch effort, perhaps. The feel of wood beneath his fingers as he cradled his instrument gently in his hands made it fairly certain that this was no prank. In which case, his first priority was survival in whatever place this was. And that meant leaving this room.

Though the means to accomplish that were hardly apparent.

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[ voice → holo ]

[skort]

[ and for a moment, she totally forgets the confusion that comes with arrival. ]

Spock! You're back!

[ then, a pause. ] Right. Welcome wagon. Hang on a sec.

[ she flips the feed to holo and a little image of kara appears above the tablet on the pedestal. ] You probably don't remember me, but my name is Kara Zor-El and you've been taken to a place called Taxon. You've been abducted by alien hamsters and taken to a multidimensional temporal nexus.

I know it sounds crazy, but Jim's here, too. You can ask him if you don't believe me.

[ holo ] Brackets for laziness

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

[Back? None of it made any sense, but that that was the stranger's first reaction was intriguing, to say the least. After all, Spock is fairly certain he's never been here before- this is something that he would have remembered.

But then that holographic image appears and he is almost immediately drawn to it, studying it closely. It isn't much like anything he's ever seen before, and taking in the rest of the entirely illogical information would take some time anyway.]

Fascinating.

[ holo ] /o/;;;

[skort]

Yeah, it is. Look, the tablet my hologram is on top of? That's your ticket out of that room. If you want, I can meet you outside of there and give you the scoop on this place.

[ holo ] <333~

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, he picks up the tablet, continuing to try analyzing it by simply looking and suddenly very aware of the weight of the lyre in his other hand. Eventually, though, he nods, once, and answers.]

Of course. My thanks.

[ location: the sanctuary ]

[skort]

No problem.

[ she switches off her tablet and speeds off so she can lean against the wall and wait for spock to come out. ]

[ location: the sanctuary ]

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

[Sure enough, he's smart enough to figure out how to leave the room and emerges (somewhat late for taking some more time to examine the device), entirely confused and not showing it at all.]

[ location: the sanctuary ]

[skort]

[ she gives him a big grin as she pushes off from the wall. ]

Good to see you again, even if there's the whole getting stuck here thing. Hmm... where to start with explanations... Well. Might as well start with what this place is. And if it's cool with you, I suggest walking and talking at the same time. I can show you where part of the Enterprise is. Jim brought it with him.

[ visual ] brackets, for it almost midnight and my brain is not entirely alive.

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[ kirk stares at the screen for a moment, as if he expects the image before him to melt away into darkness while he's jolted into the realm of consciousness from some sort of selfish, wishful dream where his crew was returned to him. even though he would rather have them home, he'd be lying if he said he didn't entertain thoughts of some of them coming back. it was nice, after all, having people from home stuck here with you. it made it feel less like a prison. ]

I'm afraid Mr. Scott's not to blame for this one, Commander. Wasn't him who pushed the button this time.

[ visual ] Awwwww bb <333~

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

[It would be far too much to try and process all of this now, and he knew it. Better save the thinking for when he had time for it, wasn't trapped in a place he couldn't even have imagined, let alone thought that he could visit.

The voice both was and was not surprising. It was one that he'd gotten quite used to lately, and yet missing his communicator as he was, he shouldn't have been able to hear it.]

Captain. Who, might I ask, then, is responsible?

[ visual ] ...it's, it should be up there. wow, i must've been tired. x-x;

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Hamsters.

[ there's a hint of amusement that creeps into the captain's features at declaring such a thing. where formalities should take precedence, there's a moment where he purposely delays the inevitable explanation that follows that for pure amusement's sake, knowing well that his one worded answer will baffle his vulcan first officer. to leave it at that would not only be unprofessional, but cruel, so kirk quickly clears his throat and continues. ]

An alien race who, for unknown reasons, likes to present themselves to us in the form of giant hamsters. They haven't given us their name or their reasoning for bringing us here.

[ visual ] *patpat* s'okay bb~

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

Hamsters.

[Something less than typical, though after what he had seen, he would hardly have put it past the man to come up with something like this. Lacking further explanation in addition to the amusement on the captain's face, however, made him wonder about several things related tot he situation.

Further information given, however, brought him back to the point where he was beginning to believe that this was something serious- that maybe they really were trapped here for some unknown purpose and by some phantom means that defied all attempt at logical conclusions.]

I do not believe that I am familiar with any such race.

[ visual ] ❤❤

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Nor am I, Commander. I've cross-referenced their appearances, their habits and all other data gathered on them thus far and it matches up with nothing in Enterprise's computer.

[ ...jim, perhaps you should've told him you've got part of the ship here, first. ]

[ visual ] 8DD

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

[That catches Spock's attention- quite obviously. His expression is about as close as it can get to surprised, though his tone betrays hints of incredulousness.]

The Enterprise is here?

[Visual]

[ialwayscomeback.livejournal.com]

"Illogical?" the Doctor said, frowning at the new arrival that had popped up on his tablet screen. "Bit of an odd choice of words there. It might not be logical from your viewpoint, but make perfect sense from the point of view of our captors. Whoever they are."

He paused, thinking to some of the things he'd learned about the city already. "Though I suppose logic might not be high on their list of concerns either. Sorry, I'm the Doctor. And you are?"

[Visual] AAAAAAAAAH SO BUSY TODAY >.o

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

That word "captors" was the first thing that impressed on him- and it only served to reinforce the idea that this was something entirely intentional- something malicious that had taken him from his duties and left him here wondering what precisely had gone wrong. The second impression was the line about "odd choice of words." He certainly hadn't thought so, but then, there had always been a kind of schism between Vulcans and the rest of the universe.

So instead, he simply nodded his head once and introduced himself.

"I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise."

[Visual] IT'S OKAY. I have an essay due as well so I'm also slow. D|

[ialwayscomeback.livejournal.com]

"Oh, a starship! Lovely," the Doctor enthused. "Those are nice to pop in on every now and then."

Of course they were less fun when visiting ended with things going wrong, swiftly followed by awkward questions and being arrested or chased around the place, but that didn't happen every time the Doctor found himself on another ship.

Just... a little bit more often than it probably should have.

"Has anyone given you the run down then, Spock?"

[Visual] Mmmmm papers. And by "mmmmm" I mean "gross."

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

The man's attitude was far too cavalier for that sort of thing. One hardly "popped in on" a starship without some kind of alert. They took security on board quite seriously, after all. One of those necessities that somone could easily take for granted, but kept the crew safe from both outside attack and from themselves.

"I have spoken with others who have explained this place to the best of their ability, if that is what you are referring to."

[Visual] Are you sure you don't mean 'mmmm, I'd love to write that for you'? :D?

[ialwayscomeback.livejournal.com]

"That's what I meant, yes," the Doctor said, interested by Spock's apparent desire to be rather precise about things. It was the kind of reaction that he was somewhat tempted to try and purposely take advantage of or tease him with later. He almost wished Amy were here to join in with some light teasing, but it might be better to wait and see how Spock would react to that sort of thing first.

Not that he'd never teased someone from a species that took that badly, but Martha might be a bit cross with him if he did something like that considering the last time he'd seen her and why.

"Well if you don't have any questions for me," he said, settling himself more comfortably, "Maybe I can ask you some. Where and when are you from, Spock?"

[Visual] I may be an English major, but I don't enjoy writing papers /that/ much. :P

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

If not for certain recent events, Spock may have treated the question of "when" he was from as illogical and unnecessary. As it was, he had seen enough of leaping through time lately to give it a second thought. Encounters with Romulans and his own future-self, as brief as it had been, had certainly given him something to think about for quite a long time. He had certainly never intended to be the one changing timelines, but evidently he was victim to some kind of a power greater than he was as long as he remained in the influence of whatever it was that had brought him here.

"As to where, I was born on Vulcan, though the planet has been destroyed. As to when, the current stardate is 2258.50."

[Visual]

[aklingonside.livejournal.com]

It looked like the hamsters had decided to bring a vulcan to Taxon. And not just any vulcan. As soon as he mentioned the name 'Mr Scott' - the Montgomery Scott - B'Elanna had put a name to the face. It could only be Commander Spock.

Tuvok wouldn't have believed this.

After a moment of consideration, B'Elanna switched on the visual feed. She couldn't hide her forehead ridges indefinitely and, with any luck, he'd pay attention to her Starfleet uniform before he paid attention to her heritage.

"Welcome to Taxon, Commander Spock."

[Visual] Sorry for lateness. I have been busy all day >.o

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

The uniform was something almost-surprising in that way that only Vulcans could not-feel. Aside from it being unfamiliar (though he certainly recognized the insignia), he last that he had heard (which was quite recently) was that the Federation and the Klingon Empire were still very much at-odds. This made the woman something of a unique oddity. Something he would have to study later, opting for a more tactful response that outright disbelief that she represented anything relating to Starfleet. Doubtless an explanation would be forthcoming eventually.

"I do not believe that we are acquainted."

[Visual] I know the feeling!

[aklingonside.livejournal.com]

"No, we haven't met." She remembered learning about Ambassador Spock, as he was in her time, during her history lessons at the Academy, but she'd never expected to meet him. "Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres, USS Voyager. Which ... you won't have heard of either, because it wasn't built in your time. I'm from what you'd call the twenty fourth century."

At least she had Captain Kirk to back her up if he remained skeptical.

[Visual] And my schedule just keeps getting worse -___-

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

More of time travel, then. Evidently it was hardly the one-time instance that he had, if he were entirely honest, hoped that it would be. It was far too destructive- in more ways than one- and for rather obvious reasons he had not intended to go through the experience again. Though it was difficult to overcome that kind of distrust that seemed congenital among the Federation races of the Klingon Empire, he seemed to have little choice but to trust her.

It wasn't hard to imagine that she knew him, then, if she really was from his future, which rendered that line of questioning illogical.

"Fascinating."

[Visual] Taxon doesn't believe in rushing XD

[aklingonside.livejournal.com]

"You believe me?"

She was evidently surprised. Even to her ears, the story sounded a little far fetched, although, if Spock was from the same parallel universe as Captain Kirk, it wouldn't be the strangest thing he'd ever heard. Even her heritage wasn't holding him back.

[Visual] Oh good. Because I am definitely not going to be rushing.

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

"I believe that I may have little choice in that matter."

There was, of course, always the possibility of a lie, but if what he had been able to determine so far was true, then she really had no reason to. It was doubtful, with what little he knew of what this place was or was supposed to be, that there was any reason to lie. Perhaps the insignia on her strange-looking uniform assisted with that kind of inherent trust that it seemed to bring with it. That didn't mean that he trusted her, though- only what symbols she was wearing.