Everyone raise your glasses!

[thenormalsquint]

When; Evening of Tuesday, August 13th
Rating; PG-13, at best. Angela's on her best behavior tonight.
Characters; It's Ginny's birthday party and everybody Ginny knows was invited. Let's handwave that and just show up. BTW, IT'S BLACK TIE. PUT ON YOUR SUITS, BOYS.
Summary; There's no legal drinking age in the City, but who says we can't party like there was one anyway?
Log;

This party was four years coming. The restaurant has set aside a large room just for this event and on short notice too. The food is plentiful and of various cuisines, with even a large selection of vegetarian options for those who prefer that. But of course, there is more alcohol than one has ever seen because Angela knows the people she invited and knows quite a few of them have liquor in their veins instead of blood. Rule of thumb: more liquid than solids every time.

Everything's set and ready for the birthday girl to make her appearance, so for the time being, Angela's flitting around the place dressed in more subdued colors than usual, choosing black because no one gets to stand out more than Ginny tonight, and socializing with the few guests that have shown up already.

Sadly, there are no strippers. Ginny nixed that one hard.

Comments

[lefthandedgenius]

Sort of?

Did Scott explain to you that we're um, kind of familiar with your universe? Actually, it's really kind of interesting, if one buys into the multiverse hypothesis theory.

I'm still trying to sort out the quantum mechanics.

[She absently smoothes her hair and sips champagne.]

[logistical]

[MAGIC. WORDS. If Spock indulged his gut feelings more often, he'd say he had one right now that told him he was going to enjoy talking to her.]

He did not. Please, elaborate.

[lefthandedgenius]

[And what follows of course, is a five to ten minute "basic" explanation of M-Theory, while the whole time Lydia absently fiddles with her hair, drinks champagne, has nibbles, drinks more champagne, and basically acts in a fashion completely incongruous to the words coming out of her mouth.]

-- and so I'm wondering if the stability of a pocket dimension is dependent on it being a fixed point, and if so, that's totally going to like, change the shape of the whole debate on quilted versus inflationary universe models.

Oh sorry, am I boring you?

[logistical]

[Jim, for all that he pretends to be an airhead, is an intellectual first, and so Spock isn't really surprised by the incongruity. More notably, the amount of research done on the subject that she's aware of helps him place her in the timeline.]

Late 20th century? The data on this subject in my universe is considerably more advanced. Should you desire, I can provide you with the data, and we may determine how - precisely - you are aware of our universe.

[itp: one does not simply fourth-wall a Vulcan.]

[lefthandedgenius]

Oh, that's easy. [There's a casual wave of her hand.] Subconscious access to the quantum reality map. I like your ears.

[Because diversion is a tactic. And no one told her she wasn't supposed to say this sort of thing to Spock, okay?]

I'd be really interested in reading any advanced studies from your period particularly in the areas of chemistry, higher mathematics, and theoretical physics, though I guess for you a lot of what we consider theory isn't so much anymore.

[Lydia gets a refill of her champagne.]

[logistical]

Would you be amenable to a scan?

[EXCUSE YOU you're not getting away that easily, he's never heard of that before and it's an affront to his intelligence. He stews over this quietly, while waiting for her to come back.]

It is not, particularly in the field of chemistry, medicine, and mathematics.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lyds pauses, instantly suspicious.]

What kind of scan?

[logistical]

Of your brain. To ascertain how you are accessing the multiverse using this method.

[It suggests superhuman abilities, to him, and he needs to classify it.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[She blinks.]

Oh, I didn't - okay, um, well. There are stories. And they're universal. There's an argument that all the stories that are told are part of a collective unconscious and that we can tap into it if our minds are sensitive, or creative enough, and let's just say there were some minds that came up with something rather uncannily like you.

[Oh God, she needs another drink. Like right now.]

[logistical]

[Head. Tilt. The problem is she's making it sound completely plausible but knowing the exact name of his species, his general attitude towards parties, and his ears? It's too coincidental.]

[Luckily for Lydia, Spock is a helper.]

An archetype, perhaps?

(in some AU somewhere Lydia is the most awesome little Starfleet officer ever)

[lefthandedgenius]

[Refill of champagne imminent, Lydia flashes Spock a smile.]

Not to be all Jungian about it, but that works, yes.

(she's already adopted, shh)

[logistical]

Fascinating.

[And this is the story of how Lydia fourth-walled Spock and got away with it.]