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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.

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

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

[ 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]

[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]

[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."