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[empirical_data]

[The perusal of the brochure warrants a pause at the section about "robots", though he supposes he must be an exception to the rule. He would have to be to be here, he assumes.]

I suppose this is not the first time I have phased from reality... [It's said to himself as he looks over the other brochures, and even balks a bit at Nathan's. They explain everything and yet minimal information simultaneously. He finally abandons the brochures to investigate. He taps his communicator, first.] Data to Enterprise, come in, Enterprise.

[He waits for a moment, listening to the buzz of the communicator with a muted look of confusion.]

Greetings? I am Lt. Commander Data of the USS Enterprise. I am seeking assistance.

[He frequently sounds formal. Voice kind, not entirely flat but close to it. It's just a touch nasal, but not offensively so.] I am afraid that I am lost. [Even with a guide, he supposed that was the best way to describe this manner of situation.] I found a shop aboard Deep Space Four and it led to here, wherever here might be. Could someone please respond if anyone is within audible range. [He pulls out his tricorder to scan.]

I am getting no logical readings with my tricorder, they are in constant fluctuation. [Said to that someone that might-be-listening-but-he-wasn't-sure-was] Air quality is indeterminate. Gravity is indeterminate. Life signs are also indeterminate. Presence of atmosphere at all is indeterminate. And... I do not specifically recognize any of the visible star formations. It would take me approximately five hours to run a full analysis of one small area though to judge whether or not the positioning could be indicative of an earlier or later point in the Milky Way galaxy.

[He closes the tricorder and replaces it in his utility belt, as it seems that it would be useless here.]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm afraid you may find it a waste of time. This place exists outside of what you'd know as reality.

[empirical_data]

That is... roughly what the brochure said, but I had not encountered any other individuals as of yet. [And he's surprised at having even encountered one.]

[lamb_of_gold]

That would be a mere matter of time, then; there are no small sum of people here.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac, meanwhile, is staring in shock and awe at the tricorder]

[empirical_data]

[It takes him a bit to notice that his tricorder is being watched. He sort of stares at him when he does, waiting for a comment.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[The watcher realizes he's being watched!]

Ah-! Uhm, what is that?

[hypospraying]

[Off in the distance, she hears the name of her ship, and she starts to approach. Once she sees the tricorder, or what she assumes is a tricorder, since it's a different model, she hurries closer.]

Hello! Did you say you're from the Enterprise?

[empirical_data]

Yes. [He doesn't recognize her, though he thinks her voice is faintly familiar.] I am. [He is grateful that someone seems familiar with his ship.]

[hypospraying]

[She gives his uniform a once over. Definitely Starfleet, but not from her time period. She smiles softly.] So am I, though I believe we're from different times. I'm Christine Chapel, and where I'm from, the current stardate is 2258.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

You are on the Plane, and this is not your galaxy.

[empirical_data]

It was worth a try at least. [He gives Omega a wary look.] I am still uncertain as to the meaning behind all of this.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

You are here as part of an experiment, and it's purpose has not yet been revealed.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian looks at Data, confused by his appearance. He holds Aloysius to his chest, idly playing with the scarf wrapped around his teddy bear's neck. His other arm has a basket of fruits. Something about Data is reminding Sebastian of something else, though everything else is strange.]

Would you like a fig?

[It seems the hospitable thing to do.]

[empirical_data]

[He finds that a surprising response, but he's glad that it's not a rude one. He supposes he ought to be polite and accept.

The presence of the Teddy bear is slightly confusing, but no more so than any other odd thing today.] Thank you. Who would you be?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Sebastian Flyte, how do you do? [The bear and the fig combo prevent any hand-shaking offers, so he offers a smile in its stead] I don't think the stars are meant to be where they ought to be, or perhaps the stars are exactly where they ought to be a universe very different to ours, only I think it's much more lovely to think of this as standing in the Heavens, so all the stars are everywhere all at once.

[oliverplus]

[grins at Data because, despite everything that's happened lately, Oliver is still always glad to meet someone new] Hey, don't worry. You're just on the Astral Plane. It's...safe. [falters slightly with that word. he supposes it is for the moment, at least. smiles again]

Did you say you came from a ship?

[empirical_data]

Yes. The USS Enterprise. It's the flagship of the United Federation of Planets. [He's a tad distressed at how very far from home he feels, but he can return there whenever, correct? So said the pamphlet.] May I ask who you are?

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Box drops on the Plane with flyers to put next to the brochures. He watches Data, and frowns heavily at him. Someone new after the month of suffering is very suspicious. Not to mention his skin looks so weird!]

Wh- Commander Data? [Box would so joke about the name if he wouldn't be this cautios.] Well you won't find any constellations I already tried while we were here, not to mention they act more like some kind of decoration, yes, decoration. And light. Except that black hole, now that seems funny.

[empirical_data]

The black hole? [He turns in place, specifically looking for what Box is referring to. He doesn't seem to mind the strange reaction to his name. Before it was relatively well known, he got it frequently.]

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, well, that's how ye get here at first, through the shop. If ye want to go home, though, those brochures have the right of it. Just think about it and you're back.

[The tricorder seems to have caught Jamie's interest. He studies it for a moment to try and figure out what it is exactly - then decides it'd just be easier to ask.] What is that wee box that ye have there?

[empirical_data]

It's a tricorder. [Jamie gets an unusual once-over, wondering about the kilt.] A device that is used to take measurements within a defined area of length, height, and width that you manually set.

[immarcescible.livejournal.com]

{Another android approaches, but she's all smiles}

Hello, Lt. Commander Data! You sound important. Well, no, I guess with that kind of title you are important.

{Noa looks at the brochure in his hands, then back to Data} Well, you already found the brochure, so that should tell you a lot of stuff. This place is just a little weird, is all. You can go back to--Deep Space Four, I think you said?--whenever you want.

[empirical_data]

I found it all very unlikely at first, but now I am beginning to see the validity in this information. [Even with his experiences, it all seemed a little too unusual.]

How long have you been aware of its existence?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Take a look at that and then we'll talk.

[empirical_data]

I did. [He assures her, but...] I am still adjusting to the validity of the information. I am unwilling to accept what might be a holographic illusion at face value.

However, it is becoming increasingly more likely that this is not one.