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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Personal log, stardate unknown. Unknowable. After several weeks in this strange place called Milliways, I am still no closer to finding a way to return to my own timeline. It has become increasingly clear the guiding force or forces that brought me and the other inhabitants of the anomaly here wish me to either serve a greater purpose or receive some sort of lesson. I do not enjoy being treated like a student, and yet I cannot say that, compared to other such experiences, that this one is as unpleasant. Jim feels better being able to at least record his impressions. An echo, no doubt, of a career spent keeping records of his every experience. He pauses and wonders about the irony of a veteran instructor at the Academy being the student now. I remain determined to find a way home, but I am quite certain that what I want will not resolve the situation..

Jim turns off the recorder and stares out the window. At least, as chaotic as that view is, he can understand what he's seeing, name some of the phenomena. But at the same time, he longs to be out there. It would be, to paraphrase a book he still fondly recalls, an awfully big adventure.

[ooc: slowtime possible for work]

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[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Yuna has one of those! Or something similar.

Hers is a shimmering blue sphere sitting on the table in front of her, but she's talking to it in the same manner.

"--still don't really understand what happened with Meg. I hope I can find out more--without hurting any of the other unsent people here."

When she's finished, she traces her fingers over the surface of the sphere to deactivate it and looks around. When she sees the Captain, she gives him a bright smile and a wave, trailing a few yards of white and orchid silk.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim loses concentration on the window as he notices the (seemingly) far more advanced recording device. (The fact that Kirk's recorder looks like something about as primitive as 20th century tapedeck is deceptive.) "Good morning. I couldn't help hearing some of that. It sounds like I'm not the only who keeps his thought that way."

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

She touches the sphere briefly. "Oh--yes, this is my sphere diary."

"I'm, on a pilgrimage, and I've been trying to record my thoughts. It's fun, and..." She laughs. "Maybe someday someone would like to hear about it. I don't know."

"I'm Yuna." She twists her hands together in the air, in a complex gesture of greeting.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"I'm used to keeping. It's the standard procudure at home, in fact, but I've only done it a few time here. Though your device seems a good deal more...elegant.

"Nice to meet you, Yuna. I'm Jim Kirk, Earth, 23rd century." He feels compelled to do something but merely bows his head.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"I'm pleased to meet you. Oh--um, my world is called Spira, and it's--I guess it's the year one thousand, the way we count it."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Not a world he knows, but then there's no reason to think he would know all the worlds, is there? "And did your pilgrimage bring you here on purpose?"

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's not part of the usual pilgrimage," she laughs. "Or at least, no one ever told me about it."

"I just keep finding it! Sometimes there isn't even a door."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Then you have the opposite circumstance of mine, as I entered here some weeks ago and cannot find the door." He wishes he could say he's surprised that some would have such an experience, but he's learned otherwise. "Can I ask what your pilgrimage consists of usually?"

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"That happened to me, for a little while," she says. "Until I found a key."

"Um." She pause to think about the best way to say it. "Well, it's complicated, but I'm visiting and praying in all the temples. There are six of them, all over the world, and it's a dangerous journey. But an important one."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"You found a key?" He really doesn't hear the rest of what she says, but tries to contain any possible excitement. He refuses to get his hopes up.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

She nods, briefly rattling the beads in her hair. "A sphere, really--we use them for lots of things. Keys are one. I could see the door, and there was a spherelock on it, like there are in the temples. At first I couldn't find the sphere, but I must have done something to make it appear while I was here. I found it up in the rafters after a day."

"I'm sorry you've been trapped here," she says. "I wasn't here long, but, it was hard."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Jim." Suzi is going to pretend that her face is not bruised as long as possible. This may not be too long, but she's giving it a go.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Suzi," Jim says without noticing her face at first. Then he does. "Are you okay?"

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh. I slapped John Preston and he punched me back." It would be easier to pretend if she were at all capable of lying. Eh, perils of being Sime.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Why did you slap him?" Not that Jim wouldn't immediately guess that there had to be a good reason.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Because he called Whistler defective." She says immediately, "Um. He also started to call me defective, but stopped before he managed to. His nager said it anyway? So I slapped him."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Well, I can't say he didn't have it coming." Jim smiles just a little. "But I'd add you probably shouldn't be surprised that he struck you back. Violence odes usually lead to violence."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"I'm not surprised." She says quietly, touching her eye, "I just, um. That's wrong. I am surprised, but not at him. Just at me. I don't do that."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Well, has anyone treated you that way here before?" To his mind, such actions, such words, such thoughts are simply wrong (unless delaing with Klingons, perhaps). "I think you might be entitled to react once in a while."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"No." She says with a shake of her head, "But I used to hear worse about myself all the time, in my world. Pervert, slut, monster." She says the words as though they are simply fact.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Then what was it about this one instance that got to you?"

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Slowtime for work possible on my end, too, so apologies in advance if I disappear suddenly.]


"The stars are beautiful," observes a quiet voice beside him all of a sudden. A man stands there like a shadow, cloaked in green, one had on the hilt of a sword at his side as he watches the window with a slight smile. "Even at the end of all things... it is comforting to know that it ends in violence and beauty, when it ends. Men are not so different from the stars."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"I suppose not," Kirk says while trying to figure out if he really believes this. "Though I like to think that men are capable of moving beyond violence, and that when the end does come for creation, we will be there to learn one last thing."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir glances aside and nods. "Mankind is passionate, whatever else it may be. We live with the hope that we may one day acquire the wisdom to stop our wars -- but with that hope comes the knowledge that perhaps passion and violence must forever go hand in hand. If we set aside our swords, do we also set aside love? I have wondered that before, watching my brother..."

He shakes his head and chuckles to himself. "Forgive me; I have interrupted you." He turns fully and gives a slight bow to the stranger. "I am Faramir of Ithilien."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"I don't mind the interruptions. It seems I have nothing but time here." He sounds, as usual, a bit bitter, a bit annoyed. "Jim Kirk, Earth, 23rd century.

"Love, I think, is still the opposite of hate. If anything, the ability to love can guide us away from the anger and hatred that creates war in the first place." Though his own capacity to hate has never diminished depsite his ability to love. "Though I know a race that was forced to abandon all its passions to prevent its destruction by the sword." Or rather the bullet, and the laser. "They have brought all emotion under control. Even love."