002 ☤ Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall...

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

Christine enters the Plane, but it's not the Christine people are used to. Her skin is paler and she's dressed in thigh high black boots, a miniskirt with a gold sash, and a midriff top.

Taking in her surroundings, she crosses her arms and presses a fingertip to her lip. "Hmm, interesting, I'll admit."

She doesn't seem terribly phased by the stars and galaxies surrounding her, or the buildings nearby, but that's because where she's from, she's seen worse things.

As anyone familiar with the Astral Plane knows, there are many universes out there, and some are called parallel universes. This is where this Christine is from. She made the same decision as the first Christine, to enter the shop, and now she's here. But her personality and history are much different from the Christine others might know. She serves the Empire, and Imperial Starfleet, in a much harsher universe that the first Christine comes from.

The Christine now on the Plane brushes her finger against her bottom lip, running in into the corner and stopping, pulling her hand back to stare at the drying blood there. Oops. She really should clean up after herself after a meal. She sucks her finger clean and licks at the corners of her mouth. She likes to keep a low profile regarding her... condition.

Despite the differences between her universe, what some might call the Mirror Universe, and the original Christine's universe, the women are alike in some small ways. For example, this Christine marches over to the information booth and learns what she can about this place, the same as the original Christine did, though their reactions are slightly different. While the original Christine's thoughts were to study the Plane to see if it could benefit the Federation, this Christine ponders how easily the Plane could be conquered and brought under Empire rule. Imagine how many universes the Empire would control then! Too bad she doesn't bother much with things that don't directly affect her. Well, too bad for the Empire. The Plane and its inhabitants are most likely safe, thanks to Christine's lack of interest in aiding the Empire.

Yet there is something enticing about exploring a new place where universes collide. She turns away from the booth, fingering the handle of the dagger stashed in her boot and smirking.



[ooc: This is Christine from Star Trek's Mirror Verse. Aaaaand she's a vampire, just 'cause. No worries though, she won't bite hard because she just ate. Here's a short bio and list of her abilities so you know what your characters are up against, but I won't have her attack yours or anything, promise. :)]

Comments

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I see. Those caught in the middle are always the first to suffer. [Her hand absently grazes the top of her boot where her dagger's stashed.]

Though when put up against a wall, I'm not usually the one who ends up suffering.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He catches that out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn't outwardly react. Instead, he's got his attention seemingly focused on her face - more specifically, her eyes.]

Aye, I'll keep that in mind. What's your name, anyway?

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

Do you really care to know, or are you just being polite?

[bonnypiperlad]

And what if I am? I'd not say there's anything wrong with that.

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

Where I come from, people who are polite usually have an ulterior motive for being so. [She pauses.] Christine.

[bonnypiperlad]

You must come from an interesting place, then. I'm Jamie.

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

Interesting is one word for it. [She inclines her head.] Jamie. English? [Based on the accent, she assumed, though accents could spread across the galaxy.]

[bonnypiperlad]

[Although Jamie has wondered before if the Doctor was English in some ways, being confused for being the same causes a fairly indignant response.] Hey! I'll have you know I'm Scottish, not English.

I'm just a wee bit different at the moment, that's all.

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

Ah, my mistake. [She raises an eyebrow.] We have a Scottish engineer on my ship, but his accent is much thicker than yours.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He's still somewhat cranky, alas.] It's the Plane. It's done something again.

I suppose it could have been worse, though. At least I've not changed into a lass like some of the others.

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

[She muttered sarcastically.] This place just gets more fun by the minute.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, well, it did mention the experiments in the brochure.

[He's maybe just the slightest bit smug here.] So, you know, if there's anything else I can help explain...

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

I'm a nurse. I was thinking more like the experiments we do. [Not that he wants to know what those are...]

Doubtless there are lots of things you could share about this charming place, but I've had about enough of it for today. I'm going to try that leaving thing.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He will pass on that, thank you.]

Good luck to you, then.

[Jamie finally pulls his hand out of his pocket, revealing the fact he's been hanging on to the Doctor's recorder the entire time. He shrugs briefly, acknowledging the ridiculousness of the impromptu weapon, then starts to walk away.]

[nursestheempire.livejournal.com]

Mmm. [She raises an eyebrow at the silly thing and watches him off, before thinking of home. It takes about fifteen seconds, but then she vanishes back to her ship.]