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.]
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-15 06:42 am (UTC)Uh.
[She pauses at the question.]
Uh, yes. I am, actually. Joined. Newly joined. It's obvious?
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:10 am (UTC)[The spots clued her in.]
Do you need any help?
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-18 06:23 am (UTC)[She hasn't noticed the pictures, yet.]
Um. No, not really. I don't think. At least, not getting to town, I think.
Ah. Thank you, though, ma'am.
[She clears her throat.]
Um. I really don't know what I am going to do once I get there. Do you have any suggestions, ma'am?
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-18 03:47 pm (UTC)You will need a place to stay also. All of us from Starfleet are sharing a house. I think there is atleast one more room available.
[Even though she's not technically Starfleet she's not going to get into that right now.]
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:02 pm (UTC)[And now she's worried.]
Still, we have to contact Starfleet and warn them.
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:23 pm (UTC)[This Ensign really needs to slow down.]
Look I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't been in the Alpha Quadrant in nearly two years.
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:56 pm (UTC)Four. That's not so bad. Where is everyone else from, though? That could be just as bad. But if...
[No, she will try to focus.]
I'm pretty sure they've heard of the war in the Beta Quadrant, too. I mean, the Romulans and the Klingons are both in the war, so it's not exactly a secret.
[Voice]
Date: 2014-03-18 07:58 pm (UTC)Stop talking and listen. That's an order, Ensign.
[Voice]
Date: 2014-04-05 08:51 pm (UTC)Yes, ma'am.
[Voice]
Date: 2014-04-06 09:35 pm (UTC)Okay, good.
First of all, you're not in the Alpha Quadrant anymore. You, and the rest of us, are all stuck in some sort of temporal anomaly. A different reality where we're trapped in an enclosure called Luceti, and the people holding us captive are the Malnosso.