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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

[mintjulep]

[ He's grumpy and you're a sassy kid. B( ]

I've been sent two guides, told about the damn ticking, and been told no one really knows what the hell is going on.

[outlive]

[DEAL WITH IT]

That about sums it up, then. Apparently some people calling themselves deities are the ones causing everything, from what I've heard.

[mintjulep]

[ 8((( ]

They have any proof as to their supposed divine nature?

[outlive]

Not that I've seen. Mind you, I suppose the fact that they can bring people here and inflict the curses is likely enough for some people.

[mintjulep]

Christmas music everywhere seems more like a prank than a curse.

[outlive]

Yeah, I thought that too until they started setting monsters on people and toying with their memories.

[mintjulep]

What sort of monsters? And how are they toying with memories?