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[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.]

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[smiles wryly] "Questionable"--that's one word for the Plane.

Any questions I can answer for you, now that you're here? If you read Irving's brochure, you've probably got the basics, but I know this place can be a bit much to get used to.

I am examining every possible alternative besides the one's presented in the brochure, as well. Though it is difficult to conduct an investigation when there is no evidence of anything. [He purses his lips, frowning hard.] How long have you been familiar with the Plane?

Alternatives for what? Where you are?

[thinks about that] Uh...probably something close to a year now. On the Plane, anyway. Time doesn't pass back home while you're here, so it's only been a few months there.

Where I am from there are holographic technologies that can simulate environments, however usually I ought to be able to detect changed settings on my tricorder unless it was generated as well. Also, there are beings that can produce environments out of will, which... seems to be the most likely explanation here. [The time thing is unusual, but he does know he registers time differently when he's dreaming. His internal chronometer reads it completely differently.]

Ohhh! Well, I don't know much about created environments, but whatever the Plane is, people from all sorts of different times and places can come here, so I don't think it's a world like you or I would know it anyway.

What was that...uh...tricorder thing, anyway?

It's a tricorder. It scans within a specified distance of length, height, and width and provides you with information pertaining to all objects in that area as you've changed the settings to. Typically, it is useful. [He made a touch of a face that indicated now it obviously wasn't.]

Edited 2010-11-16 07:50 (UTC)

[smiles sympathetically] What, the Plane's got it all scrambled? You know, I could see that happening. Nothing here really seems to stay at the same distance, or...the same at all, really! The stars change all the time.