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]

They kidnapped Chekov, Uhura, spat her back out, then tossed her back in with me and Bones when we arrived. Communicators are down, literally no one has any idea who the ruling force of this place is, even though they fought a war against so-called deities for them, and I'm about to rip my hair out because I can't figure out how to get my crew home. That's what is happening, Spock.

[ In a nutshell. ]

[logistical]

[He nearly sees red, and his fist clenches, but he is going to be in control now. Kirk did not see him, when he had screamed for Khan's blood.]

My communicator appears to be functioning normally, as does my tricorder. How may I assist?

[hischair]

[ His laugh is brittle, grateful in a way it shouldn't be when his patience with this world has been stretched so thin. ]

You could find out whether the Enterprise can get a lock on us all and beam us the hell out of here.

[ Although something tells him that's going to be a problem. Fucking City. ]

[logistical]

[He takes out his communicator and attempts to contact the ship. Nothing happens. After a few tries, he puts it down.]

It appears you are stranded here, for the time being.

[But Kirk's got a plan, he always does. Spock just needs to hear it and figure out how feasible it is.]

[hischair]

[ He quirks a brow at the phrasing, flicking a strategy together in string and tape inside his head, reinforcing it as he does so. ]

How's their lock on you?

[logistical]

Unclear. I was invited here. It implies I am allowed to leave.

[hischair]

[ He doesn't ask invited by? because he's fairly certain Spock would have included that. ]

Alright. You're going to take down as many readings from this place as you can. Apart from your word, that tricorder is your proof that any of this exists. Everyone who comes here has some connection to Earth, I believe there's enough suggestive evidence to safely assume this place exists around the planet in its own temporal fold. It keeps sucking people in from it, from all over the time-line.

Once you have enough information, then you contact the Enterprise, beam back and convince Starfleet there's a very real threat right on their doorstep.

[ His throat works as he pauses. ]

Your second priority is to smash this sonofabitch open and get us out. You might have to convince me to help, my time-line could have re-continued.

[logistical]

I was conducting a routine sweep when I encountered you and Doctor McCoy. [Like hell he'd forget about his duty even in this weird place okay.] I have not observed any temporal fluctuations, but that may simply require recalibration.

[A pause, as he considers phrasing rather than content.]

I do not believe convincing the Captain will be a problem.

[hischair]

Of course it won't be, he trusts you.

[ Just. Yeah, so there's that. There's also a wry twist to his lips that says this is messed up, I know. ]

Give him a minute to take it all in, though.

[logistical]

He will only require a few seconds.

[An almost-smile graces his expression, because Jim doesn't sit still when his crew is danger, any version of his crew. It had been what led him straight to that warp core. Spock does not shudder. He is accepting it, slowly. The needs of the many.]

[hischair]

[ A short silence follows where Jim appreciates the simple comfort of having Spock around, a smile demure where it tugs into place on his lips. When he speaks again, his tone is far less authoritative and more confessional. ]

I've missed you.

[logistical]

[He opens his mouth for a barbed reply, but this is the same as I'm going to miss you and he closes it, placing both hands on his lap, attempting to accept Jim's friendship, somehow.]

We... are indebted to you.

[hischair]

[ The way his smile twists and he nods, accepting Spock's effort for what it is, says a lot about how much Jim is learning to read into those seemingly bland phrases.

He rises and claps him on the shoulder. ]

C'mon, let's go bother Bones for now. That was more emotion for one day than even I'm used to, I'm starved.

[logistical]

[And that just gets a Look stop frenching him.]

With your permission, sir, I intend to explore the city, and take as many readings as possible. Just as people are brought here, it is also unpredictable when they may be forced to leave.

[hischair]

[ You are such a baby about that. ]

You also just had a significant shock to your system. Eat something, then you can skip off for a few hours and do your science thing.

[logistical]

[JIM P L S]

It would be more logical to explore, [a pause] "work up an appetite", and then return for a meal.

[hischair]

Don't think I don't know what you're doing. [ fffFFFF. ] Alright, fine. Come and set your comm to the same frequency as the ancient piece of crap Bones is using, I lost mine and I don't want you out of contact.

[logistical]

[He gets up, and deftly makes sure his communicator can contact the one Bones has, before he steps towards the door.]

I shall return in a few hours... Jim.

[hischair]

[ And he'll see him off, pushing down the anxiety that he might not come back through any fault of his own. I trust you. ]

I'll be waiting, Spock.

[medicos]

[ bones doesn't pretend that he hasn't been listening since the moment he left to make food for all of them, and when spock retreats a little in order to stew on his new found emotions, bones is there, leaning against the doorway that leads to the small kitchen area, watching and hearing as the door clicks shut behind the vulcan.

then he turns to jim, eyebrows raised - more in curiosity than judgment, really. ]

Just like that, Jim?

[ he's asked that same question to jim before, in his own time, when roughly the same thing happened after jim woke up for the first time in weeks. the answer is probably going to be the same, but he still needs to ask. as a doctor and a friend. ]

[hischair]

[ Meeting Bones' gaze, he searches it for a clue as to what he should say so as not to mess anything up further. ]

You mean ...?

[ Yeah, he's being extra tentative with this. ]

[medicos]

[ ah, right. ]

With Spock.

[hischair]

A lot happened in a short time.

[ It's one of the most succinct answers he has, and he knows how Bones prefers those. Looking away, he drags off his yellow shirt to be left in the short-sleeved black on underneath, a small weight lifting as he drapes it over the back of a chair. ]

[medicos]

Clearly.

[ he does, but that always depends on the timing. he would have liked more from jim, even if he knew he wasn't going to get more than that.

he pushes himself off the wall and strides over to jim, reaching for him, one hand under arm like he's done before. ]

Jim, are you okay?

[hischair]

I'm ...

[ Ducking his head, he leans against the couch and finds he can't meet Bones' eyes as the word fine lingers on his lips. It's such a blatant lie now, more than before, that he sighs and shakes his head minutely, answering in an undertone. ]

That's why I wasn't going to try and get back. [ It's a shameful thing to admit, especially as he's supposed to set standards for this sort of thing. ] I'm still scared.