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FIRE is the OUTCOME of hypocrisy ([personal profile] notscrapmetal) wrote in [community profile] tampered2013-07-04 10:45 pm

Mingle Log!

When; July 5th through July 7th!
Rating; G+
Characters; Open to ALL, 4th Wallers and Citizens!
Summary; The celebrations continue, and the Anonymous regime has summoned guests that Citizens might (not) prove very thrilled to see! As opposed to other Fourth Wall events, all visiting characters will have been invited to the City, or they must arrive here of their own will.

Mingle! Explore~!

Log;

There's so much to do and so much to see in this City of cities. From tromping through Xanadu, long walks along the shore, shopping in the Square, hunting in the forest, meeting a contact in the Underground, or getting as many answers as possible at the Welcoming Center how can anyone decide on just one. In three days time so much can be done!

Shops and restaurants are having specials. Happy hour has become happy days in some bars. This is quite the occasion! When the City decides to celebrate, it becomes contagious. Why not smile and strike up a conversation with a stranger? After all, a stranger is a friend you haven't met yet.
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[personal profile] first_officer 2013-07-10 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a lady seated on a bench in the square watching him carefully, a little less history-book than most of this place, though not quite up-to-stardate by his standards. It's not just him-- she's watching everyone, really-- but the Starfleet insignia catches her eye. (Funny, that there seem to be so many, and on so many unfamiliar uniforms.)]

[personal profile] takealook 2013-07-11 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's just sitting there, and that's honestly what catches Geordi's attention at first. There are so many people bustling back and forth here, greeting friends and cursing strangers and vice versa. But she's sitting there, calm. As if she's waiting for a transporter or something.

Of course, maybe she is. The uniform's a little... how long has it been since that was the style? Doesn't matter, though. Someone else from Starfleet is here, and that means he has to say hello. ]


Hello, Lieutenant. And here I thought I was the only person from Starfleet invited to this shindig. [ Smile! ]
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[personal profile] first_officer 2013-07-11 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Say what you will about the future, it's apparently friendly. Though, of course, they're Starfleet; there's no better way to guarantee good people, is there? She flashes a smile of her own, tight and polite but genuine... only a little formal.]

I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, [she replies, nodding at his uniform.] But evidently, there are a few of us.

[personal profile] takealook 2013-07-13 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, clearly the thing to do is to introduce himself. ] Lieutenant Geordi LaForge, at your service. I'm the chief engineer of the Enterprise. Sorry to forget my manners. [ Other people are here! Also nice. Maybe he will meet someone he was at the Academy with. ]
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[personal profile] first_officer 2013-07-13 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The Enterprise, [she echoes, somewhat amused rather than surprised. She's starting to wonder whether Starfleet has any other ships... though it's rather a charming thought. An impressive legacy, really.]

Robbins. First Officer of the Enterprise.

[She's almost smiling.]

[personal profile] takealook 2013-07-16 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Geordi is kind of -- no, he is definitely confused. Clearly, the solution is humor. Maybe she has some kind of idea what's going on... in any case, she doesn't seem dangerous. ]

You don't sound much like the first officer I know. [ He smiles. ] Your beard probably isn't as impressive, either, although that's not really a requirement for leadership.

It's nice to meet you, ma'am.
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[personal profile] first_officer 2013-07-16 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[A beard? That gets a raised eyebrow, because the only subsequent first officer she's heard of is Spock, and-- well, she has a difficult time envisioning that.] I don't imagine it is, [she muses. A bearded Vulcan?

Safer to guess he's from this other timeline, perhaps. Or further along. The uniform, she thinks, suggests the latter.]
Pleasure's mine, Lieutenant. The Enterprise is under Captain Pike's command, where I'm from. If that helps to orient you.