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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

[synanthrope]

Hello.

[mintjulep]

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Jesus--

[ Er. Ahem. Throat clearing. ]

... Hello there.

[synanthrope]

Lost?

[mintjulep]

[ 8( ]

Something like that.

[synanthrope]

Welcome to the City. It's a pocket dimension.

[mintjulep]

Meaning? [ That brings the list of things it's been called up to three. ]

[synanthrope]

A small, intimate, limited dimension with known and well defined borders. Travel beyond those borders is difficult and possibly paralleling other dimensions. People get trapped here by unknown forces.

[mintjulep]

People from other dimensions, you mean? Is there anyone native to this one?

[synanthrope]

There are. But they're rarely on-Network.

[mintjulep]

What are they like? [ It's part of his job to know, after all. ]

[synanthrope]

Are you asking if they're human?

[mintjulep]

That doesn't always matter much, in the long run, but it's a good place to start.

[synanthrope]

Yes.

[mintjulep]

Do they know... er... magic? [ He still doesn't believe in it, excess amounts of Christmas music or not. ]

[synanthrope]

No, I don't think they do. Some people seem to have it, but they're usually not from here.

[mintjulep]

[ Oh good, the thinks. That makes it a bit easier. ] And what do they know about these 'curses'?