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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.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

The Christmas music is not a permanent feature, sir. And none of us are where we are supposed to be, in many a sense.

[mintjulep]

[ -dsg;sdgkslhg

aksjgsdg;sg

sdlgkhs;dg???? ]

Jesus--

[ Er. Ahem. Throat clearing. ]

... Hello there.

[mintjulep]

Thank god for that.

What d'you mean?

[totallyinaband]

Are you on, like, a ship?

[ voice ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Spock, really?

[mintjulep]

Well I was.

[ voice ]

[mintjulep]

What, you know him?

[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.

[ voice ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Not personally.

[totallyinaband]

Space or sea, dude?

[ voice ]

[mintjulep]

Guess news of what happened must have made it to... wherever this is, then.

[ Probably not Federation; he's fairly certain he'd remember hearing about a planet with this much Christmas music. ]

[mintjulep]

[ A pause. ]

... Space. Starfleet.

[ voice ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

News of-- Yeah. Something like that.

[ A beat. ] You're new, aren't you?

[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?

[ voice ]

[mintjulep]

Huh. Then again, maybe that's not so surprising.

If by "new" you mean I just found myself here and have no damn idea where I am, then yeah, I'm new.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Most likely.

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

[totallyinaband]

Dude. Awesome.

Uh, anyway. You're kinda stuck here now. Anyone given you the spiel yet?

[ voice ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

'course you're new.

Gotcha. Welcome to the City. Here's a guide (http://onetruejustice.livejournal.com/56099.html#cutid1) to this place. [ assume the file is sent to his device. ]

[mintjulep]

I don't believe in magic.

Damn transporters... This place have a name?

audio )

[adamantined]

You're missing the quintessential Santa hat.

[mintjulep]

[ Good subject change, or else he'd have to share the "space is disease and danger" rant with you. ]

"Stuck". Great.

No; 'bout all I've got is "pan galactic nexus", and I'm a doctor, not a physicist. I've got no damn idea what that means.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

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

The City, sir.

[ voice ]

[mintjulep]

Thanks. I think.

[ There's a long pause as McCoy looks over the guide. ]

... Some of this isn't medically possible.

audio )

[mintjulep]

I wasn't quite prepared for the holiday season. [ All the snark. ]

Is it always like this around here?