Doors

This is hell on sobriety.

Well, I'm having fun.

Anybody in Vegas want to leave the assdevastated to their sulking and go trash a casino with me? I'll cover the first hour's worth of drinks.

Fascinating. What is the current Stardate on this side of the door?

Curiously, my Star Fleet uniform did not seem to elicit strange looks from the civilians. Still, I am grateful that the [...] gangster and I are about the same size.

[...]

Am I expected to take care of these canines? I do not feel that I have done adequate research on the matter.

Why do I feel so

[Phone Call to Seven M]

Ring!

[Locked to Morgan C]

I hope you liked the scarf.

And let us all give thanks on this auspicious eve for that very special day, coming only once a year, which reminds the alone how very alone they are.

So, anybody know what happens to our headcases when we bite it?

[Sam A]

you found yourself a bike yet? guy here, he's just about done for his.

[Public]

God only invented valentines to make women ornery as hell. can't see no other damn reason.

[Public]

Anyone else manage to feel absolutely ignorant in comparison to the one they have through the door? I had a moment, a few moments ago, where I realised how far above me he is in intelligence, and honestly, it's humbling.

[Locked to Morgan C]

I hope the year has been treating you kindly, thus far.

[Locked to Neil D]

What would you say if I did a few improvements to the guest room?

[A few days after these shenanigans.]


I owe you a clean car.

[Phone call to Seven M on his way to the Aria]

Ring!

[Locked to Nico]
[After this]

Why are there three dead men behind the studio? Don't tell me Miss Olive learned how to use a fucking gun.

[Locked to Seven]

You ever see that girl that was running the studio for us?

[As James T. Kirk]

Captain's Log, Stardate 2259.16. Lieutenant Commander Spock has rejoined the crew of the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701). All other senior officers remain missing and unaccounted for. Attempts made by myself and Spock to locate the missing crew have proved [pause] unsuccessful.

[He takes a bite of his apple, chews, and then continues to speak.]

Until such a time as we are successful, I'm taking Spock to the surface so he can see what Starfleet didn't show him on their approved tour. [Amusement.] It's his home now too and someone's gotta show it to him. [Another pause where he almost says that he's looking forward to showing the pointy eared bastard around, but doesn't.]

Kirk out.

[End Transmission.]

[About a week after this exchange. Crane's drugs have hit Seven's supply route and made their way throughout Vegas. Of course, Seven had to sample what he was supplying. Big mistake.]

Call to Liam

Ring.

[After talking to Sam, the posts gets crossed out and no further replies]

Possible broken finger (left hand). Doctor: yes or no?

[Text to Nico]

Might want to keep your friend from visiting home.

[Text to Nico, Seven, and Adrian]

[Just a time and place: tomorrow night, his house. A congratulatory dinner.]

[Public, as Anon]

Merry Christmas Vegas, and a Happy fucking New Year.

[During this]
[Text: Seven M/Val M]

I quit.

[Locked to Seven M]

I don't think I got a chance to really say thank you for the typewriter. This is one of those items that I want to take pictures of and post online just so I can show it off to all the people out there because THAT is how excited I am about it.

[As Spock]

Begin transmission. First officer Spock aboard the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701). Status: all senior officers and command-level junior officers other than Captain James Kirk and myself are presumed missing. In the event that this transmission is relayed to any or all missing crew members, report to the command deck immediately for processing.

[He pauses, with Nyota's name on his lips.]

It appears that further irregularities in time and space have resulted in the transportation of my consciousness into the mind of one who inhabits a primitive Earth, specifically Las Vegas, Nevada (36.1208° N, 115.1722° W). No scientific explanation has been recovered as of this transmission, although this officer has several incomplete theories. Further information is required before a report may be compiled and submitted to the Captain. It also appears that a prolonged presence aboard the USS Enterprise will result in my abrupt and unwilling transportation through the door which has led me here.

I find this most unsettling.

Even more curious are the incoherent transmissions of ancient Earth inhabitants which appear on this device with an alarming frequency. I find them both tedious and difficult to comprehend, and would greatly appreciate the assistance of any linguistic specialists who are able to assist in my efforts at translation.

[Again, he cannot help but think of her.]

Reports to follow as I learn more. End transmission.

[Phone Call to Adam W]

Ring, ring

[Text: Seven M]

On a scale of one to ten, how badly were you hoping I'd be secreted away to a life of sin and debauchery?

[Locked: Snow W]

Bigby wanted me to let you know that he'll be coming in as soon as wehe can.

[Text: January H]

Guess who's got two thumbs, a clean bill of health, and is headed back to Sin City?

[Text message to burn phones]

[A time and date. No directions, as Leo assumes they know this is a pick up.]