Mingle Log!

[notscrapmetal]

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.

Comments

[hischair]

[ Jim blinks at the badge and then Tom, his frown jarring. ]

That's your communicator? [ He fishes his own out of his back pocket, flicking it open. No signal, just dead noise. ] It's the same with ours.

[ And then he gives him That Look, the one Spock Prime gets shot his way from time to time when the smug old jerk thinks he's being hilarious. (He is, but Jim never tells him that.) ]

You're from the future, aren't you? You guys should really think about getting some kind of safety net hitched up instead of falling backwards into us. [ Seriously. ] Yeah, I'm not going through your magic door, we need to think of something else.

[velocities]

[ he nods in answer to both questions, but doesn't offer the combadge up for inspection, just pins it to his chest since that cat's out of the bag. might as well. ]

I ran a scan upon my arrival for any other Federation signatures other than my own, but came up empty. But our equipment isn't exactly calibrated to pick up on those old flip-style communicators anymore. [ but he's fixing that, pulling out his tricorder and making a few modifications to the targeting scanners. ] Ah, there we go. Now I can see you... and three others.

[ frown, because something he thought he was alone in has suddenly got a hell of a lot complicated. so much for keeping his head down and snooping around when there was a blast from the past in the shape of a captain still in uniform demanding answers he didn't have and/or couldn't give. ]

[hischair]

Can I get your name, maybe?

[ Old style communicators, his ass. Why is everyone from the future always so snooty about technology, it works just fine normally. ]

You're not going to be able to do much good here. We're locked in time, it's not a pocket dimension of our own alternate reality but a nexus. If you stay here much longer, you'll get stuck too.

[velocities]

[ tom paris is actually the least snooty when it comes to technology. yes, he loves his ship and he built the delta flyer based on a convergence of various technologies, but he's also the guy who put in a steering wheel and a joystick so he could pilot as he pleased. he's also the guy who spends his free time fixing cars on the holodeck, and thought a computer from 1996 that could barely pick up gamma emissions was actually kind of awesome. ]

It's Paris. Tom Paris.

[hischair]

[ Unfortunately for Tom, Jim isn't telepathic. If he was, he'd have loved that joystick though. ]

Ensign, Lieutenant, Commander? Maybe they don't have ranks in the future, whatever. [ Shaking his head, Jim explains. ] We're trapped here and time isn't passing back in our reality, Mr. Paris. The best thing you can do is to go back to Narnia and tell Starfleet to search for an anomaly around Earth in 2259. We're inside the damn thing.

[velocities]

Lieutenant.

[ he couldn't do that even if he wanted to, but he doesn't tell that to the captain. ] If I actually remember what happened in this time frame, I'll be sure to let Starfleet Command know. [ best he can do is note it in his log and hand it over whenever (and if) they get back to earth. narnia might as well be right on the money as far as the delta quadrant's concerned. ]

[hischair]

[ It's a weird feeling, having to let someone else he doesn't know from another time in practically another world shoulder the responsibility Jim bears, but neither of them really have a choice. They have their respective roles to fill and know the rote roads it leads down, neither of them can change the messed up physics here. (If any of this is real, that is.)

Jim claps him on the arm. ]

C'mon, Lieutenant. I'll get you a beer and you can tell me how great I am.

[velocities]

[ the burden would be something of greater significance if tom weren't voyager's helmsman. during that first year, maybe the second, he would've inwardly stressed, but this many years in... must be wednesday. ]

Please tell me that's a beer with actual alcohol. I've had enough synthehol to last a lifetime.

[hischair]

[ He cracks the first smile he's felt like using since landing eyes on Tom, taking two cold beers from an ice stand in the middle of the gardens and uncapping them expertly on the rim. Enjoy your on-the-job drink, bro. ]

It's the Twenty-First Century; if it's not real or bad for them, then they don't want it.

[velocities]

That was one of the great things about the 21st Century, though. Their recklessness might've attributed to their ultimate undoing, but it also set the stage and paved the way for the future. People in our-- well, our respective times -- don't give the people of the past near enough credit.

[ just don't tell his commanding officers. ]

[hischair]

[ u kiddin brah he won't tell anyone. ]

I think what you're trying to say is, they knew how to party.

[velocities]

Precisely. And they knew how to do it without completely butchering something they pulled out of the Federation Database. A for effort, D for execution.

[ neelix tries, he really does. but sometimes his attempts at having parties for the sake of crew moral are far too awkward to really enjoy. ]

[hischair]

You sound like you've had some really bad beers.

[ Pfft, chuckling around his own. ]

[velocities]

Bad beers, bad food -- you don't know the half of it, Captain.

[ be glad you've never been faced with "eat leola root stew or starve," jim. ]

[hischair]

[ He would have starved. :( ]

So however screwed up this place is, it's like a vacation for you.

[ What will Tom say to a captain to answer that? Haha. ]

[velocities]

Might as well be.

[ he won't say why. he won't say that the last time he saw earth, it was in the wrong time period and he was too busy running around with an astronomer from the 20th century, trying to get a time ship out of the hands of a madman to really sit back and enjoy it. ]

[hischair]

[ Reminds me of Scotty. ]

You poor soul. [ Shaking his head. ] What's the general atmosphere on your ship, does she make you proud?