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[mintjulep]

This is Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer aboard the USS Enterprise. Bridge, do you copy?

[ There’s a man in science blue standing next to the fountain, looking cold and grumpy as he shakes his device. ]

Damn interference… Enterprise, this is McCoy. I don’t know what the hell happened with those infernal transporters, but I’m damn sure I ain’t where I’m supposed to be. Scott, can you hear me? Jim? Uhura? Sulu? Chekov? Chapel? Anyone?

… Spock?

[ Nothing, not even the hobgoblin. Dammit. ]

Right, well. Looks like I’ll try and blend in. Christmas music and all...

[ Except since his communicator couldn’t reach the Enterprise, it broadcasted his conversation to the entire city instead… ]

Comments

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

It is most likely merely a curse, and a rather harmless one. It will stop by midnight.

This place is rather strange, and gathers people from different worlds and ages. None of us truly belong here. I believe the word is "pan galactic nexus", though I do not know what that means exactly.

[mintjulep]

A curse? [ wat. ] Like magic and hoodoo?

Yeah, well neither do I. [ He's a doctor, not a physicist. ] How's it gather people?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Most likely.

I'm afraid I do not know. People just arrive here, much like you just have, I assume.

[mintjulep]

I don't believe in magic.

Damn transporters... This place have a name?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Neither did I, before I met vampires and warlocks and Shadowhunters.

The City, sir.

[mintjulep]

[ What the fuck is a Shadowhunter? ] The hell's a Shadowhunter?

The City. Right. And do you have a name?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ Language! ] Shadowhunters are the children of men and angels.

Miss Theresa Gray, sir. And what is yours?

[mintjulep]

[ He's grumpy, okay. ] Men and angels. Right...

Doctor Leonard McCoy. [ There's a dip of his head. ] Nice to meet you.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

I found it rather difficult to believe as well, sir.

[ She curtsies. ] A pleasure, Doctor.

[mintjulep]

There a lot of that sort of thing around here?

[ ...Aww. Nice kid. Real polite. He approves. ] You too.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Oh, the Shadowhunters were in my home world, though one of them was here for a while as well. But there are vampires here, and shapeshifters, and-- others. [ She would know. ]

[mintjulep]

"Others"? [ That sounds a bit ominous. He's not a fan of ominous. ]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Eidolon. Warlocks. Not everyone might know with certainty what they are, Doctor.

[mintjulep]

[ He runs a hand through his hair. ] We don't have species like that where I come from. Aliens, sure. Not magic.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

And there are no aliens in my world. I think there are both, here.

[mintjulep]

... Where and when are you from, Miss Gray?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

New York originally, though I was in London before I arrived here, and the year was 1878. And you, Doctor?

[mintjulep]

Georgia, originally, though I've been in California for the past three years. [ And space. ] And it was 2258.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

2258? I think you are by far the furthest in the future of everyone that I have spoken to. Most people seem to be from around 2000.

[mintjulep]

Around 2000? [ Ugh. Great. ] I'll keep that in mind.

The technology all from about that time? [ Not that she'd know, exactly, being from the 1800s, but... ]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite certain. Perhaps?

[mintjulep]

Must be a bit confusing for ya -- if you don't mind the assumption.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

That is certainly true, though everything I thought I knew was real has already been turned upside down once, so accepting that more than what I knew existed was not such a difficult exercise.

[mintjulep]

... [ Eyebrow. ]

This sort of thing happen to you a lot?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

No, nothing of the sort, but-- I went to England and learnt that vampires and Shadowhunters and Downworlders all exist and are not merely fiction. After that, it was no longer so difficult to believe other things as well upon my arrival here.