1st Session | Voice
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trillbulations[The voice on the journal may be attempting to sound authoritative and in control; it does not manage do do so by any stretch of the imagination.]
Is there a signal? Can anyone hear me?
You're talking to a book, Ezri. Made of paper. Do you really want it to answer?
Umm. I mean, I am Ensign Ezri Dax. I'm with Starfleet. Uh. Starfleet. Right. [A sudden rush of words.] I'm a little turned around, because I really have no idea how I got here. Which seems to be the running theme in this book which I am talking to because I have nothing else to try.
Just find some reeds, a bit of sulfur, and make a flare. At least then you'd be doing something. Equally inane, but better than sitting around talking to a book. Because that's crazy.
[She lets out a sharp breath.]
Okay. Assuming that, somehow, this book is some manner of communication device, I could use a little help finding the village. Which is in the book. And populated by people kidnapped and given wings. Like the ones I have. Out of nowhere. Because wings were exactly what I needed to make everything come together. Wings. Described in a talking book. With a camera. A camera in an old paper book. A book that keeps rewriting itself. All this while wearing a sundress in a forest. Therapeutic. Yeah, that's what we'll call it. Therapeutic.
At least I didn't call myself Curzon. Baby steps, Ezri. Otherwise, you'll miss losing your mind. I'm sure it'll be interesting.
[She groans, and there is something of a pause. At this point, she doesn't seem to think she is still broadcasting (if she ever actually did).]
Calm down. You've been trained for this, Ensign. See if they talk about any peaks on that map that will tell you how far down the range you are. After that, all you have to do is pick a direction. There's a river, or stream, into the town, coming down out of the mountains, and the forest seems to be mostly south of that. So mountains to the right, and walk. And ignore the bugs. You'll be fine.
Okay. Fine. Not like I'm going to run into a palukoo, so I'm fine. Besides, if I do, I can always eat it. There goes the food problem. Okay. Up, let's go! Let's move, Ensign!
[The sound ends here, likely as she closes the Journal.]
Is there a signal? Can anyone hear me?
You're talking to a book, Ezri. Made of paper. Do you really want it to answer?
Umm. I mean, I am Ensign Ezri Dax. I'm with Starfleet. Uh. Starfleet. Right. [A sudden rush of words.] I'm a little turned around, because I really have no idea how I got here. Which seems to be the running theme in this book which I am talking to because I have nothing else to try.
Just find some reeds, a bit of sulfur, and make a flare. At least then you'd be doing something. Equally inane, but better than sitting around talking to a book. Because that's crazy.
[She lets out a sharp breath.]
Okay. Assuming that, somehow, this book is some manner of communication device, I could use a little help finding the village. Which is in the book. And populated by people kidnapped and given wings. Like the ones I have. Out of nowhere. Because wings were exactly what I needed to make everything come together. Wings. Described in a talking book. With a camera. A camera in an old paper book. A book that keeps rewriting itself. All this while wearing a sundress in a forest. Therapeutic. Yeah, that's what we'll call it. Therapeutic.
At least I didn't call myself Curzon. Baby steps, Ezri. Otherwise, you'll miss losing your mind. I'm sure it'll be interesting.
[She groans, and there is something of a pause. At this point, she doesn't seem to think she is still broadcasting (if she ever actually did).]
Calm down. You've been trained for this, Ensign. See if they talk about any peaks on that map that will tell you how far down the range you are. After that, all you have to do is pick a direction. There's a river, or stream, into the town, coming down out of the mountains, and the forest seems to be mostly south of that. So mountains to the right, and walk. And ignore the bugs. You'll be fine.
Okay. Fine. Not like I'm going to run into a palukoo, so I'm fine. Besides, if I do, I can always eat it. There goes the food problem. Okay. Up, let's go! Let's move, Ensign!
[The sound ends here, likely as she closes the Journal.]
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-15 06:34 am (UTC)Relax. I'm relaxed. I mean, I am moving. And I have an idea where, and it's fine. Well, yeah, I've been kidnapped and surgically altered, and so I can't say I'm exactly sure I really should relax, because then I'm going to get sloppy, because I'm not paying any attention and then...
[Needless to say, at this point, she trips. Picking herself up, she realizes that there is a moving picture in the books. A moment later, she realizes it probably means that whoever is in the picture can also see her.]
Relax. Right.
[She forces herself to take a deep breath.]
Really, usually I'm better at this than...this.
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-15 06:44 am (UTC)I believe you, Ensign. Just pick yourself up, take a breather, and look where you're going. There's nothing out in the forest that'll hurt you, unless you decide to pick a fight with a bear. And you know better than that, I think.
[He waves at something off camera, a bleeping sound in the background.]
Can you see any landmarks around you? Mountains, rivers? A small town?
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-15 06:58 am (UTC)[She clears her throat and looks off to the side, where she'd been looking before.]
The mountains are over there. None of them seem to have names I can find, so I can't be sure where I am, but since I'm in woodland, and I can see them, I'm fairly certain I'll either find the village or the stream out of the mountains if I keep them to my right.
[She smiles, a little shyly, and her tone is something between defensive and playful.]
I have read a map or two in my time. And several others. The peak closest to the fore abrest of me has a slightly jagged edge on the ridge to the...well, I assume South, if the mountains are East of the village. I don't know how deep in the woods I really am. I'm in a sundress. I didn't want to climb a tree unless I had to.
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-15 07:22 am (UTC)[Luke smiles at that, glad to see she's at least got a sense of humor. Much nicer than Spock...]
The mountains are to the east, yes, so you're definitely on the right track there. If you're having trouble, and happen to have your comm-badge on you, I can have my droid locate you easily enough. He's telling me that he's got a single humanoid life form not terribly far from town but with all the trees it's hard to get a clear reading.
[Video] Also, ZOMG, Luke Skywalker.
Date: 2014-03-15 07:44 am (UTC)If I had a combadge, would I be talking to a book?
[A pause...if it didn't work, probably.]
I'm sorry, your what?
[Video] ZOMG Ezri! =)
Date: 2014-03-15 07:48 am (UTC)Given that it wouldn't work here, probably.
[And another shrug.]
My droid. An astromech droid.
[The camera pans down and R2 whistles cheerfully, a little sensor dish extended.]
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-15 08:10 am (UTC)Did you build it here? Tobin was never that well studied in advanced robotics. It's fascinating, though. What kind of processing does it have? And what kind of sensors come equipped?
[She blinks and shakes her head.]
Um. I mean, does it have any manner of bearing on where I might be?
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-15 08:14 am (UTC)No, I didn't build him. He's from home, and as for those other questions, well. Short and long range, and the CPU's of a make you'll never have heard of.
[He grins and starts to move, carrying the journal with him.]
And I think he does. Come on Artoo, let's go greet the nice Ensign and help her find her way to town.
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-18 06:57 am (UTC)Oh, you don't have to do that, Sir. Really, I'll be fine.
I think.
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:31 am (UTC)And my name's Luke.
[Video]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:54 am (UTC)Thank you, Luke.
[Video]--Action
Date: 2014-03-18 08:05 am (UTC)[Luke shuts down the feed and lets Artoo take the lead. It's not a hard trek, but it takes him a good twenty, thirty minutes, mostly because the terrain isn't good for the little droid.
Eventually he does make it, and he calls out when he's told they're near.]
Ensign Ezri Dax?
[Action]
Date: 2014-03-18 08:18 am (UTC)I'm over here.
[She begins to walk towards the voice.]
Luke, right?
[Action]
Date: 2014-03-18 04:45 pm (UTC)That's right. You're holding up alright, I hope?
[Action]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:05 pm (UTC)[She gives a nervous chuckle, and then turns her attention to R2.]
And this is your...droid? I've never seen anything quite like it.
[She squats in front of him, head tilting to the side as she looks over the exterior plating.]
What kind of functionality is it designed for?
[Action]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:47 pm (UTC)[Artoo bleeps and whistles for a moment before extending his grabber hand to her.]
It is. This is R2-D2, and he's an astromech droid. He's a mechanic, a code slicer, and an astronavigation computer. And he's got quite a personality.
[He looks down as the droid whistles again.]
Yes, that's right Artoo, this is the young lady we were looking for.
[Action]
Date: 2014-04-05 08:46 pm (UTC)[She taps a plate with her finger.]
Fully self-aware, functional AI? Or does...he...have limited independence? I've never worked with a sentient AI, but I am familiar with one. Worf spoke well of him, and Julian wouldn't stop talking about him for weeks after...
[She trails off, flushing.]
Sorry.
[Action]
Date: 2014-04-06 09:26 pm (UTC)[He waves a hand.]
It's fine.