1st Session | Voice

[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.]

Comments

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[universal_charm]

_{[ He meant to cut in way sooner, but she just kept going, and maybe it was better for her to talk it out herself than have him suddenly pop up. So he waited, and when she finished he finally spoke - ]}

Ensign, where exactly is your location? What do you see around you besides a lot of trees? Can you hear a river at all or see something like a town between the trees? You'll want to follow the river down and to the town, and it sounds like you've figured out you're to the north.

_{[ A) She's call herself that and B) sometimes people responded better to their ranks in crisis. Kirk was willing to do that if it helped, though he wasn't a formal guy. He'd introduce his own rank in a minute. ]}

[Voice]

[voiceinthedark]

It's alright. At least you didn't take one look at the houses and bolt up a tree like I did when I arrived. [Admittedly, there were circumstances.]

There should be some waystations on your way to the village. And signs.

Damn, if I had proper cameras out there...

[Voice]

[snapturtle]

[Someone else from Starfleet? That's interesting. But from where and when was she from?]

Breathe Ensign. Talking to yourself isn't exactly Starfleet protocol.

[Written]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Unlike everyone else's responses, this one comes written in.]

Looks like everyone else is guiding you into town, so if you want some information about the place, there's a good guide that explains the situation here.

[Video]

[thefinaljedi]

[Starfleet. Well, this seems to be a running theme. He starts up a video feed

Luke lets her finish before speaking up, taking the stern, authoritative tone of a military man.]

Ensign Dax, relax. That's the first step, keep yourself from panicking. Everything's going to be completely fine.

[ Voice ]

[rashness]

... Are you still lost? I could come try'n find you or something.

[lostinmyway]

[Grune isn't exactly following a lot of what's being said, but that's all right--she's rarely on top of what's going on in the normal course of things.

It would be nice if she could offer something helpful, but instead, all she replies is:] Good morning, Ezri! It's very nice to meet you. My name is Grune!