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realityshifted2013-07-19 10:00 pm
caelus) wrote in realityshifted2013-07-19 10:00 pm
one • there is a ghost deep in my throat
[Jim Kirk walks out onto the Plane from the shop hesitantly. He looks at the stars under the pathway of sorts or floor he’s standing on, and then turns to speak to Commander Spock who had been with him on this trading mission to Ceresea but finds no one. His brow furrows in confusion, and he takes a few steps back the way he came. The shop is gone, and it seems as though he’s alone in a very starry, very big, and rather intimidating place.
He reaches to his belt, and unhooks his communicator; flipping it open to speak:]
Kirk to Enterprise. [Nothing.] Enterprise, come in.
[He tries for who should be closer, though he’s lost all visual contact with his First Officer.] Kirk to Commander Spock, do you read me?
[The furrow in his brow becomes more pronounced, and he looks back to the way he was originally headed. He makes note of some sort of stand-alone station which says “Information”, and makes his way over to it. He looks around it, and finds what appear to be paper brochures. Actual paper.]
Is that actually---[Gingerly, he picks up a pamphlet, and flips it open. He reads over the first couple of paragraphs, but then his curiosity gets the best of him, and his fingers rub small circles over the folded paper in his hands.]---it is. [He’s speaking more to himself now.]
I’m holding paper. Real paper.
[Snap out of it, Jim. You just walked from a shop on Ceresea to wherever the hell you’re standing now. Get your priorities together. You need to find out where you are and figure out a way to contact your ship.
It doesn’t mean you can’t explore a bit while you figure it out. I mean, it isn’t like Delta Vega. No monsters trying to eat you or anything.
Yet.
He walks away from the kiosk, still looking over the small brochure in his hands, but then stops, turns around and goes back to pick up another brochure, pockets it, and then continues on his way.]
He reaches to his belt, and unhooks his communicator; flipping it open to speak:]
Kirk to Enterprise. [Nothing.] Enterprise, come in.
[He tries for who should be closer, though he’s lost all visual contact with his First Officer.] Kirk to Commander Spock, do you read me?
[The furrow in his brow becomes more pronounced, and he looks back to the way he was originally headed. He makes note of some sort of stand-alone station which says “Information”, and makes his way over to it. He looks around it, and finds what appear to be paper brochures. Actual paper.]
Is that actually---[Gingerly, he picks up a pamphlet, and flips it open. He reads over the first couple of paragraphs, but then his curiosity gets the best of him, and his fingers rub small circles over the folded paper in his hands.]---it is. [He’s speaking more to himself now.]
I’m holding paper. Real paper.
[Snap out of it, Jim. You just walked from a shop on Ceresea to wherever the hell you’re standing now. Get your priorities together. You need to find out where you are and figure out a way to contact your ship.
It doesn’t mean you can’t explore a bit while you figure it out. I mean, it isn’t like Delta Vega. No monsters trying to eat you or anything.
Yet.
He walks away from the kiosk, still looking over the small brochure in his hands, but then stops, turns around and goes back to pick up another brochure, pockets it, and then continues on his way.]