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[Private to the EMH]

I understand that you are familiar with the Borg Queen?

[Private to Kirk]

[So Trip's on board again and hey not eight years behind her but she would kind of like to make a tradition out of drinking with him over this craziness.] Are you busy?

[Private to the Borg Queen]

How long has it been since you left your quarters? [Her best friend the cat is meowing in the background.]

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

Have you ever attempted to-- [She doesn't know exactly what to call it, since he doesn't really meld, precisely.] --connect with another's mind who was significantly stronger than yours?

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[The Doctor's so nice. And at 8:30, she's strolling right to his quarters, knocking briefly on the door.]

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[He greets her, and even after his cleaning session at his older brother's arrival his room already has gathered some scattered half finished inventions.

He rushes to the door and opens it, hints of Vulcan spice tea filling the air.] T'Pol! Hello! [With Time Lord eagerness at the prospect of doing something knowledgeable or teaching. He motions her in.]

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[She can kind of smell the tea and it's a nice little greeting. Makes the eagerness easier to swallow. T'Pol inclines her head to him as she steps in.] Hello, Doctor. Thank you for your time.

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Let me fill you a cup and we'll head into the TARDIS. [He headed over to the cabinet and retrieved a mug.] Are there any preliminary inquiries you'd like to put forth?

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[She followed him, head tilted as she looked toward the TARDIS.] Technical ones. How, exactly, should I form a connection with...her?

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She'll try to form it with you first. Hold on a mo' [He poured her a mug, then one for himself.] Technically she feels everything that's happening inside of her. It's similar to what we fleshy types would consider touch. She's a strong enough mind to manifest matter with use of Block Transfer, which is how she achieves dimensional transcendence and alters her interior at will. A magnificent intelligence but with supreme curiosity and the loyalty of a ship to a pilot that she knows she needs.

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[Very curious. T'Pol held out her hands for the mug when he brought them over, nodding her thanks.] You said humans aren't aware of the connection. Have other species more psychically attentive been in your TARDIS?

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They have been, yes. Artificial intelligences as well, as she has an affinity for them. [He pulls out his key, pausing to look at the Seal of Rassilon embedded in it, before going to unlock the TARDIS door. He opens it up as he's taking a sip of the tea, letting only a small amount of that psychic pressure out as he stands next to the entrance, waiting for her to approach in her own time.]

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[T'Pol tries the tea so as not to be rude, but she's here for a reason, and heads right for the TARDIS once it's open. She's really quite curious about it, looking around as she steps in.]

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[And immediately the old girl's presence becomes more well defined. Immediately curious and putting forth her own sense of greeting (not so much words, but the definite psychic impression being shoved at T'Pol).

The Doctor peeped in after her before stepping inside.] If you're feeling anything, it's due to a part called the Rassilon Imprimature. One of the artificial components of her intelligence that convinces her to communicate with pilots.

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[Oh. Well. That. That is definitely interesting, and T'Pol's being careful. She isn't a natural telepath, but she can respond to that impression and reach out, in a way.]

She does this with everyone who enters?

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Attempts to. At least get a feel for people as potential pilots. TARDISes can be picky. [He goes over to the console to temporarily disable the Isomorphic controls.

As he does this, the TARDIS's impressions and curiosity become stronger. He pats the surface of the console and motions T'Pol over.] She vibrates when she's pleased.

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[T'Pol hesitates for a moment with that psychic increase, then heads slowly for the console, arching an eyebrow.] And is she pleased? [She's trying to work it out for herself through those impressions.]