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.

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[valedictory]

[ Unlike certain other members of his crew currently present, Ensign Harry Kim has not shed his gold-topped operations uniform. It's on, neat and crisp, his combadge perfectly positioned - straight and gleaming - and the one pip just where it should be on the grey collar underneath his jacket. He's the perfect picture of a model Starfleet officer. He's not drinking in the local culture just yet, opting instead to thoroughly examine his surroundings. Hey, he didn't ace quantum theory on the entrance exams for nothing. ]

these tags will be epic slow srry

[humanitysbest]

[A bare chested man slides into the seat next to Harry and smiles.]

That is not the uniform I know. But you are unmistakably Starfleet.

/out-slows you

[valedictory]

[ While Harry would undoubtedly know the name of this particular man if he were to hear it, he doesn't recognize his face. There is, however, something about the way he makes that declaration that unsettles Harry a bit. He arches his brows slightly. ]

I guess I am pretty obvious.

curses! /will out-fail you though

[humanitysbest]

Quite. [A reassuring, charming, vaguely predatory smile] All idealism and fresh-faced innocence. You must represent the very best that Starfleet has to offer. What is your name?

oh no you will not

[valedictory]

It's Harry.

[ Gosh you've got an unsettling smile. He's definitely nervous. ]

And can I ask yours? Not too many people here seem to know of Starfleet, unless they're officers themselves.

challenge accepted

[humanitysbest]

You don't recognize me? [smirk] What do they teach at the Academy.

[logistical]

[Now aware that there's temporal distortions, Spock is wary when he sees another Starfleet uniform. It is not from the past (although the possibility of an alternate reality is high). He approaches, unable to stifle his curiosity.]

What is your name and rank?

[Curt, without preamble. He is wearing his own uniform which identifies him clearly as a Commander, and a science officer, and the rest of it, well, the bad haircut and the pointy ears are a dead giveaway.]

[valedictory]

[ Whoa. Though he doesn't look exactly like the historical holoimages Harry's seen, there weren't exactly many Vulcans wearing Starfleet uniforms when that was the style. That and the haircut is enough to give him a pretty strong idea of who's asking - which gives him a moment's pause.

Well... at least his name and rank isn't giving away details about the future. ]

Harry Kim, sir. Ensign Harry Kim.

[logistical]

[An interesting reaction, but not entirely suspicious. Spock's aware he intimidates his own crew, sometimes.]

Which vessel are you assigned to, and under whose command?

[valedictory]

[ And there is a little nervous half-smile. ]

Well... I'm afraid that's a little complicated, sir - judging by your uniform, I came from a much later chronological point than you did. It's the year 2375 for me.

[logistical]

Fascinating.

[Because it really is, okay.]

Your statement suggests that StarFleet has enacted regulations for these circumstances.

[TELL HIM ALL ABOUT THEM 8D]

[hischair]

[ Squin...ting. Don't mind as a similarly fully-uniformed officer wanders over, beer in hand. The metallic badge sigil denotes his captaincy, if Harry's familiar with old skool duds. ]

If I take a wild guess that you hold the rank of a captain and get it wrong, you can't tell anyone we had this conversation.

[ Except, now he's aware these guys are floating around, he's a lot more predisposed to be relaxed with them. What does that one pip mean, though, is that some weird future reversal of three stripes? Isn't it? God damn the future, why can't things stay normal.

He could demand the information he wants, of course, but he's fast losing interest in doing that. ]

[valedictory]

[ Harry's definitely familiar enough with his Starfleet history to interpret the uniform, even if it is a slight variation from what he's seen in holoimages. The remark is greeted with a small smile, accompanied by a sound that's nearly a chuckle.

Captain Harry Kim. Wouldn't his parents love that? ]

No, sir. Not yet, at least.

[hischair]

Some day, then. [ He offers a hand, a smile wry with his own faulty guesswork. ] Captain Kirk. You're the second Starfleet guy I've seen wearing the same kind of uniform, the first was significantly dressed-down, made it hard to spot him amongst all these people. A Mr. Paris, do you know him?

[valedictory]

Captain Kirk... [ The repetition serves as both an acknowledgement and a chance to let the captain's identity sink in. After a slight hesitation on it, he does shake that offered hand, giving a slightly nervous smile as he does. ] I'm Ensign Harry Kim, sir.

[ His smile does crack a bit on one side at the description of Mr. Paris. Significantly dressed-down. Yep. ]

Of course. Tom. [ He nods. ] Yes, I do. He's one of my shipmates - our flight controller.

[hischair]

You've got yourself a mouthy helmsman for a friend. I also got him a drink, I'd better do the same for you before we start jumping into temporal this-and-that.

[ Patting him on the arm, Jim nods to the nearest bar. ]

It's turning into a hell of a day. Will you join me, Ensign?

[valedictory]

That's a bit of an understatement. He's a good guy, though - best pilot I know, but don't tell him that.

[ He smiles, and gives a nod. ]

Yes, sir. Though I'm sure you know there's a lot I can't really go into specifics on.