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[with_discipline]

[T'Pol has had it. She's been here four days no, and it isn't like the kahs-wan she's supposed to take in a few years, it's a bunch of potential kidnappers, and possibly a pirate, and children who touch their food and eat meat and take things apart. The only positive in all of this, so far as she can tell, is the fact that it seems they haven't been stolen by Orions to be sold in slave markets.

But it still feels kind of like she's been stolen, and she's having trouble suppressing all the anxiety. It's coming out as indignation, maybe even frustration. She points toward a plant on a counter in her corner niche; its deep violet and iridescent blue leaves are just barely visible.]

Why is there a cutting of my father's kal-ta plant here? It is a family possession, he has never given it away. I will be taking it home with me. [Tiny. Pointed. Look.]

I would like an explanation regarding the deck as well. It seems completely open to space, and yet there is a breathable atmosphere. It defies logic. [Translation: Your ship's stupid.

And then there's a meow, and a chirp, and those with really good hearing might pick up some purring; T'Pol looks totally off balance for a moment, struggling to maintain her composure. the camera angles down, and Khoteth the kitty is rubbing against her leg. Well, more like throwing himself against her leg. He wants food, damn it.]

And this creature will not keep it's distance. I don't know what it's doing. [Sehlats are easier to figure out. They growl at you when they want something.]

I would like to return home. Now.

[And a pause while she figures out filters and looks frustrated as hell.]

[Private to Slade]

Mister Slade? What is the Admiral's itinerary for us?

Comments

[championoftime]

Has anyone been caring for Khoteth since you came? [Oh wee tiny Vulcans, you do remind me of home.] There should also be a wee tree with silver leaves there. It's a sapling.

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Khoteth? [She's looking down at the cat now. That's an odd name. Who would give a cat a Vulcan name? She doesn't know any other Vulcans on board. HM.] I'm uncertain how.

[But she's looking around and spots the little tree with its spot in the corner, and points.] That? I do not recognize it. [And now she's peering at him.] How did you know it was here?

[championoftime]

My name is the Doctor, and I'm a Time Lord. That tree came from my planet, and I gave it to you because the environments of our worlds are very much alike. And you gave me some Vulcan spice tea. You when you're older, that is.

Khoteth is your cat. There should be dishes for food and water somewhere, are they full?

[with_discipline]

When I'm older? [Never has a five-year-old been more skeptical. And it's coming through brilliantly.] I don't understand.

[Not to mention Time Lord, what. But she looks around, and finds the dishes tucked away in the corner.] They are largely empty.

[championoftime]

When you're older. Sometimes we end up getting to know people in a somewhat crooked line. But for now, you should probably fill those up. Is there a bag labelled "Cat Food" or something similar? [He has no idea how T'Pol organizes things.]

[with_discipline]

[It's all hidden away under cabinets in the bathroom. She might check there eventually. Right now, she's caught on this when you're older thing.]

Time is linear.

[championoftime]

Then why are there so many people here from different time periods?

[inhistorybooks]

I think he's hungry. Do you need help feeding him?

[with_discipline]

I do not know where his food is.

[inhistorybooks]

I can come help ya look!

[with_discipline]

[:\ She's not to sure, but since she has no idea...] Very well. It's room eight, on level six.

spam!

[inhistorybooks]

Be right there!

[And Trip is scampering up to meet you, knocking on the door pretty much anything but quietly.]

spam!

[with_discipline]

[Damn it kid don't you realize there's a chime. :| She opens the door - stretching for the controls, jfc - and looks up at him uncertainly.] I've been unable to locate it.

[bybloodandhonor.livejournal.com]

It could be magic that keeps the ship safe.

[with_discipline]

[Eff this argument. :|] There is no such thing.

[bybloodandhonor.livejournal.com]

There is so. There's a whole city of mages in Lordaeron.

[with_discipline]

I've never heard of Lordaeron. Where is it located?

[bybloodandhonor.livejournal.com]

It's part of the Eastern Kingdoms on Azeroth.

[with_discipline]

I'm unfamiliar with Azeroth.

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[ffff like he knows.]

He's not one to share.

[Yeah. It's lame.]

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[IT'S TOTALLY LAME. She's pausing.] I want to return home.

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

I know.

[He sympathizes. :c]

It shouldn't be too much longer before he sends you home.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[Mister Slade, this sucks. :c]

It has been four days.

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

[He knows. :c He's trying to make it better.]

It won't be longer than a week.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[Inner, unseen wibbling. :c]

How do you know?