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captain james t. kirk ([info]buckleup) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-05 22:02:00

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CHARACTERS: James T. Kirk, Seven of Nine
LOCATION: Building A, 3rd Floor, Room #310A
TIME: morning, after George's arrival (post-this & this)
NOTES: Other than an upset, hungover captain? None.

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There was hesitation in his steps as he descended the stairs, a pair of cheap-o sunglasses he'd found in one of the pre-stocked dressers in Cordelia's room on his face to hide how red his eyes had become--which was odd, because he hadn't succumbed to the urge to cry yet and if he could get away with it, wouldn't. Though, maybe it wasn't because he was upset, but because he was hungover and boy was he ever. His head throbbed and stomach churned, his body obviously not liking the fact that he'd ventured out of the comfort that was the bed of a beautiful woman and out into the bright light of day. Whether the urge to hurl thanks to that empty feeling in the pit of his stomach was due to the hangover or the news Bones so tactfully delivered to him, he didn't know, but he was almost certain that the ache in his lower back was something he could thank Cordelia for--not that he minded.

Jim exited the building through the back, all but dashing across the courtyard that separated the two apartment buildings, grasping onto the door frame of his own building's back door when he pulled it open, his body stomach wanting so badly to protest being hit with a wave of cold air after running, but Jim refused to vomit on his shoes in a public area like this. His crew was probably out in front of one of the buildings and he didn't want to give them a chance to get to him. He wasn't talking about this to them.

He wasn't talking about this to anyone.

He didn't want to talk about it at all.

"Third floor," Jim told the dead air in the elevator after the doors closed, standing in silence for a moment, the elevator unmoving, until he remembered that this was a 21st Century pulley-rigged box and not a turbo lift. Swearing colorfully under his breath, he all jabbed at the button on the wall--"post-industrial barbarians and their fucking pulley boxes"--and waited to be brought up to his floor.

If not for the fact that he was hungover, Jim would've stomped like an disgruntled child not getting his way all the way to his room, but settled for muttering angrily in several alien languages that would have made 98% of the Enterprise crew assume he was babbling incoherently instead of rambling about how fucked up this place is in some strange, coherent blend of Klingon, Orion, and Cardassian. He stopped at his door, hand hovering over the handle and--

Stepped back.

No. He couldn't go in there, they'd just come drag him out and make him talk about his feelings. Fuck that.

Making a quick decision, as Jim highly doubted his neighbor was present with the other Starfleet Personnel, as it usually took him, as the Captain, requesting that she make an appearance, Jim stepped up to Seven of Nine's door and knocked.

He winced at the sound his own fist made against the wood and groaned. "Knocking bad, knocking bad..."


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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-05 10:25 pm UTC (link)
Although her PDA remained as always in close proximity, Seven typically didn't pay it much mind in the early hours following the completion of her regeneration cycle unless prompted to do otherwise. She simply woke, delved immediately back into her current, self-assigned project, and waited until she took a break a few hours later in order to eat breakfast before giving the device more than a cursory glance. This morning was no different, especially as the makeshift external scanners she'd constructed mere days before had at long last plotted out an approximate course of the stars overhead and had reached a conclusion that was both bothersome and fascinating to the former drone.

In fact, she'd been so immersed in her findings that her first meal of the day - a piece of lightly buttered toast, egg, and glass of orange juice - was growing cold on the plate beside her as her gaze continued to stray back to the information being displayed across the monitor. She had half a mind to contact the Captain regarding her discovery yet had refrained thus far. Janeway's lesson of 'unless it's life or death, it can wait until I've had my coffee' had stuck far better than Seven had originally thought it would and, while she wasn't certain if Captain Kirk had a taste for the same bitter drink as Janeway did, she still applied the concept to him as well.

So instead she re-ran the scans to double check her findings and, while fiddling with her fork with one hand, re-worked the figures on her information pad with the other. She had just finished, in fact, when a knock sounded on her door. A glance over her shoulder, a slightly puzzled look, and she replied with a simple, "Enter."

The door wasn't locked, after all. Why should it be? From the outside, the two bedroom apartment resembled normalcy. It wasn't until someone stepped inside and took note of the pieces of equipment scattered about and, more importantly looked into either of the two bedrooms, that it became obvious just what the former Borg drone was doing.

She had, quite simply put, rebuilt the Astrometrics Lab from Voyager to the best of her ability.

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-06 12:08 am UTC (link)
Enter?

If it were anyone but the former Borg drone, he would've whined about not having the door opened for him, but instead did as instructed and let himself in--and was hit by yet another wave of emotion for the second time this morning as he found himself standing in was the closest thing to the world he came from than anything else that existed in this place. Jim, already emotionally compromised, swallowed roughly and shut the door gently behind him, muttering, "It's like I stepped onto a starship."

Oddly enough, Jim found that...comforting and heard Old Spock's voice ringing in his ears.

It is remarkably pleasing to see you again old friend...

He shook his head to rid himself of it.

"Sev, this is amazing," Jim compliment. "How did you pull this off?"

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-06 02:13 am UTC (link)
When the Captain entered, Seven felt her confusion spike a bit higher. Setting her fork down, she rose smoothly to her feet as he approached, her gaze sweeping over him for a sign that something was amiss. Aside from the fact that he clearly looked a bit worse for the wear, along with the distinctive smell of alcohol that told her he'd been drinking, and heavily, the night before, he seemed fine. Definitely not in any sort of frenzied rush to explain the unexpected visit as being the result of an emergency of some sort.

A personal visit, then, she deduced. The thought of such a thing, while not as foreign to her as it had once been, was still something she didn't quite understand. There were very few who willingly sought her out simply to do so.

Rather than question why he was there, however, Seven instead gazed about the room with a critical eye. She took note of the imperfections, the bits and pieces of ravaged technology, and silently mused how he'd react to seeing the two bedrooms as they were the ones with the majority of the equipment set up and fully functional courtesy of her regeneration alcove and the power that she was able to derive from it, to make the rest of the make-shift lab function.

"I found myself nostalgic, I believe is the term, for a more familiar setting. I am unable to return to Voyager," she replied at long last, her blue gaze falling back to him as she struggled with how to explain just what she'd created. Finally she offered a simple, "Therefore, I simply adapted my surroundings."

Almost immediately she tacked on an evenly toned, "You referred to me as 'Sev'. Why?"

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-06 02:24 am UTC (link)
Jim blinked at her. Sev? He'd said that? Right. He had. Jim did that sometimes--nicknamed people. He'd done that with his friends growing up, his cousins, neighbors, Bones and Scotty, and now, her. Never, did he do it consciously. Bones came from something the man had told him on that shuttle ride to the Academy--the ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce; all I got left is my bones--and Scotty was just a tweaked version of Scott. And now, Sev was a shortening of Seven.

He blinked again, this time to focus past the nausea and the headache and the fifty-billion different thoughts fighting for dominance in his head space right now.

"It's a nickname," he explained. "A name of..." Christ, it was hard to think and explain things in precise enough terms for her to understand, something he knew by now had to be done and was due to gaps in her grasp on humanity, due to having been a Borg Drone for the vast majority of her life. "...familiarity. Endearment. Friendship. Friends sometimes give each other nicknames."

He reached up and pulled the sunglasses off his face, revealing his red, puffy eyes. He set the shades on his head. "Take me, for example. My first name is James. Jim is just a nickname."

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-06 08:17 pm UTC (link)
Seven simply stared at him as he spoke, her expression an unreadable one. When he removed his sunglasses she merely plucked her tricorder up from beside her now-discarded breakfast and began to scan him. "I am aware of the concept of a nickname," she stated simply. Peering up from the readings she was getting, she admitted, "When I was initially severed from the Borg, Captain Janeway suggested I use one as a means to appear more human. It was then that I became known merely as Seven rather than my full destination."

Snapping the tricorder closed, she placed it back on the table and announced flatly, "You have recently consumed too much alcohol in comparison to your body mass. You are weakened as a result." Moving past him, she pulled a simple case from a shelf just beyond his head and withdrew a makeshift hypospray that she'd constructed shortly after arriving in Colligo, from inside.

When she turned back to face Jim, Seven didn't even blink at the now almost inappropriate proximity to him. Quite inappropriate, really, considering they were very nearly chest to chest.

Instead she merely partially arched a brow as the fresh scent of alcohol assaulted her sense and held the hypospray out for him to take. "Use this," she stated flatly, stepping away from him as she added, "It is a vitamin supplement that will make the time in which it takes you to recover more efficient."

It was all said in a way that made it obvious she didn't expect him to even balk at the offer, much less object.

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-06 11:57 pm UTC (link)
Jim didn't like doctors. He hated hospitals and the dentist and having to get physicals and especially hyposprays. God, did he hate hyposprays. So, there was a slight step back with hands raising into the air in protest. When he spoke, it was obviously as Jim Kirk and not the captain who would've ordered her to leave medical issues to the professionals, as Jim was not emotionally stable enough at the moment to act captainly in any way.

"Whoa--I'm not touching that." Covering for his dislike of medical things, he explained, "Last time I was injected with a hypospray, my hands swelled up the size of my head and my tongue went numb. I'll take a headache over an allergic reaction any day." It wasn't a total lie, as he had had an allergic reaction to the vaccine Bones had injected him with, but not entirely the truth, either way.

"I just need a glass of water. Curing hangovers is my specialty. I just--"

Jim didn't know what possessed him to do so, but he fished his PDA out of his back pocket and turned it on and began scanning the boards for--he froze. He wasn't reading what was on the screen (no, he couldn't bring himself to read those words yet), but just...staring at the image.

He swallowed hard and wordlessly passed the PDA, that post still up, to Seven and stepped around her, going to the window to press his forehead against the glass and let out a shuddering sigh.

"Don't...tell the crew I'm here. Any of them."

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-07 12:09 am UTC (link)
"It is a combination of vitamins which already exist within your body. A negative reaction is a physical impossibility," she stated by way of explanation but didn't press the issue further, instead simply putting the hypospray down on the nearest flat surface in case he changed his mind - or she made the decision for him. By the time she'd turned back to him and was ready to point him in the direction of the kitchen sink, he was offering her his PDA and she took it with a flicker of curiosity in her blue eyes.

Seven lanced quickly through the post and quickly realized what she was seeing. His father, apparently, had arrived. Looking up from the PDA, she studied Jim for a long moment before speaking again. When she did, her tone was flat. Even. Yet held the same unyielding honesty that made people both appreciate and loathe her much at the same time.

"You are hiding and wish for me to assist you. Why?"

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-07 12:15 am UTC (link)
"He died the day I was born," Jim stated, his voice more hitched and choked up than he wished it to be. He'd held back all that emotion and the reaction he would have had if he'd received such news that wasn't the bed of a pretty girl he'd slept with the night before, and it was starting to slip out.

"Rammed the U.S.S. Kelvin into a Romulan ship in order to buy the crew time to escape."

He raised a fist and pounded it lightly on the window, biting down hard on his lip to keep from falling apart right there. Part of him knew he needed to and that holding back wasn't good for him, but his pride--that damned pride of his--was getting in the way.

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-07 12:53 am UTC (link)
Although he couldn't see her, Seven gave a slight incline of her head at his words. Sympathy was a concept that was difficult for her to grasp, yet in this instance she felt at least something for the man who was so clearly emotional over the situation at hand. Ever the one to put the most rational response first, though, she didn't offer words of condolences. Instead she simply went into the kitchen and returned a few moments later with two items in her hand.

"You are both emotionally and physically distraught. You will consume these," she stated, holding out a bottle of water as well as three small, white pills that had been in a bottle in the bathroom when she'd arrived.

"They are a mild analgesic. Pain relievers, I believe the bottle describes," she explained. "Archaic and not as effective as a simple injection of the necessary vitamins, but they will be sufficient." A brief pause and she added, for good measure, "If you do not comply I will be left with no choice but to inform Doctor McCoy of your whereabouts so he may administer proper treatment as your physician."

Assuming he would do as she strongly suggested, she next stated, "I also fail to see why your father's heroic actions would cause you to feel anything but pride."

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-07 01:17 am UTC (link)
Jim looked over his shoulder at her at what was, unmistakably, a serious threat. He knew Seven of Nine well enough to know that she wasn't joking around. If he didn't comply, she would tell Bones where he was--something he'd explicitly asked her not to do; something he'd asked as a friend and not the captain. He couldn't in good conscious exercise his power as captain and highest ranking Starfleet officer--he was even higher ranking than his father, who was only a Lieutenant...

Though there were obvious damp trails streaking down his cheeks from where tears he'd been unable to hold back had spilled free, the expression he wore was that of clear annoyance. If he were in the presence of any other person--save Bones and maybe Spock--he wouldn't have turned around or moved or done anything until he'd calmed down, not wanting anyone to see him like this. But, this was Seven and he knew that the former drone wasn't the type to gossip and go about telling the whole of Colligo how Captain James Tiberius Kirk had allowed himself to become emotionally compromised.

He wiped at his eyes and cheeks with the back of his hand and moved forward, taking the pills from her and dropping all three into his mouth, taking the glass and swallowing a gulp of the liquid to wash the pills down.

Happy? He would have quipped in that cocky tone of his if this were any other day, but as it were, he just wasn't in the mood for his own games.

"He died the day I was born," Jim found himself echoing. He stayed standing next to her, but looked down at his shoes. "I share birthday with his death day. There--"

Jim's voice cracked and he cut himself off, pursing his lips together, as he stubbornly tried to push back all that emotion--waves of sorrow, anger, hurt, and that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach due to his repressed fear of abandonment too strong for him to ignore entirely.

It was times like this that made Jim envious of Spock's ability to control his emotions.

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-07 01:39 am UTC (link)
Seven continued to stare at him, unflinching, until he'd taken the pills. Once she was certain he'd consumed them, she mentally marked off the physical limitations he was facing and focused fully on the emotional aspect. Which, really, wasn't her strongest suit. At all.

Still, while she wasn't the type to allow her own repressed emotions to dictate her responses, she did have to admit feeling a bit of pride at the knowledge that he'd come to her in what was clearly a time of need. Not only that, but he'd come to her out of friendship rather than duty. Just because Seven didn't understand all of the complexities of humanity didn't mean she couldn't appreciate such a sentiment.

She just wasn't sure what to say to make it any better.

When in doubt, try to bring up something from your own personal experience that can be used in comparison. It was advice she'd been given, many times, from various crew members on Voyager. Seven typically didn't have any personal experiences to draw on and as such had never really used the advice. This time, however, she actually could.

"When a drone ceases to function, they are severed from the Collective. Yet their memories continue to exist within the hive mind. As such, Borg are unfamiliar with the sense of loss which comes from death," she began. Her gaze flickered past him, to the window, as she moved on to the personal bit.

"I was six when I became Borg. My parents were also assimilated. The only memories I retained of them were lost when I, too, was severed from the Collective." Her eyes shone with something akin to pain for the briefest of moments. "When I think of them," she admitted in a somewhat lower tone, "I am angered. I have been told that, although they placed a small child in direct danger solely for their own studies, my anger is both unjustified and unwarranted. It has been suggested to me that I look at the situation from their perspective."

Her gaze slowly slid back to Jim and her chin rose a notch, the flicker of emotion across her features gone as quickly as it had appeared.

"I cannot comply."

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-07 08:31 pm UTC (link)
Jim...felt like an ass. Here he was, moping about a father who'd died doing something great, something heroic that had not only saved his life, but the lives of eight hundred other people and Seven's parents had selfishly dragged her into a situation where she'd ended up assimilated by a cybernetic, hive-mind species and robbed of her humanity. What did he have to complain about? ...it was a complicated answer and one he couldn't properly articulate to her if he tried. The only person who seemed to understand his father issues was Bones and that was probably due to the man having pulled Jim out of a bar every year on his birthday for the past three years. A lot of it had to do with Winona up and leaving him with Frank and Sam taking off--

But that was nothing to dwell on right now.

Say something.

"When I was thirteen, I drove my father's antique, red 1967 stingray corvette off a cliff into a canyon," popped out of his mouth. He grinned a little, looking up at her. "My older brother, Sam, used to tell me about how much our father loved that car. Our step-father, Frank, was going to sell it while our mother was off-world to make some quick cash. So, I destroyed it."

God, it still sounded ridiculous, even now. Only him. Only Jim Kirk would do something so over the top.

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-07 10:08 pm UTC (link)
The exchange of personal information was certainly an interesting experience for Seven, and she found that some part of her was almost enjoying it. Granted she had very little else to add to the subject at hand as she'd already covered everything she knew about her parents and certainly had never destroyed any of their property in an effort to keep others from having access to it. Yet she also knew that wasn't the point. The point was, she'd done what the Doctor had always assured her would happen if she put effort into such a conversation.

She'd made a connection with someone. A slightly bizarre, extremely dysfunctional by typical standards connection, but a connection just the same. The Doctor would have insisted that this was 'wonderful progress'.

Seven wasn't sure just how much progress it was, but it was certainly intriguing. Especially seeing a side to the Captain she was now serving that she hadn't seen before.

Her eyebrow arched a bit at his tale and she replied, "An effective means of ensuring the situation concluded in your favor. Impressive, for a mind so young." She might have said more but the low beep of the computer from the spare bedroom caused her to glance in that direction. Her gaze moved back to Jim after a second's pause. "It would appear the computer has finished its most recent analysis. I must ascertain the results were accurate."

Turning, she started to make her way to the room that she'd put the most effort into thus far when she stopped. Half-looking back at Jim, she added, "You... are welcome to join me, should you so desire."

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-08 12:25 am UTC (link)
The captain didn't understand why people found it so difficult to bond with the former drone. Sure, she was a bit odd, but she didn't give off a complete stand-offish vibe that detoured people from speaking with her. At least, she didn't to Jim Kirk, but then again, he was the persistent type who didn't give up easily, so perhaps he was merely immune to her anti-charms. Jim, however, was of the opinion that she did indeed have charms, whether she and others were aware of them or not, they just weren't as refined as most would expect. He didn't know much about the Borg, but from what he'd heard from her, Dax, and could make sense of from Old Spock's mind meld, for someone who'd only been separated from the Collective for four years, she'd come a long way.

Her captain should be proud.

"I do so desire," Jim answered with ease. The offer of a distraction was a welcomed one, something he'd have to thank her for later. "What else have you got rigged up in here?"

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-08 11:21 am UTC (link)
Seven merely gave a slight incline of her head, having assumed he would welcome an opportunity to speak about something other than the familial issues that plagued him. She didn't answer him in regards to what she had 'rigged up', although she did make a passing mental notation that apparently both James T. Kirk and Tom Paris tended to have similar slang usages in their vocabulary. Instead of speaking, however, she simply opened up the door to the spare bedroom and stepped inside, then to the side, to give him room to enter.

Within the room there was still a bed, but that was the only furniture that had been there that still remained, and even it was against the far wall which made it almost unnoticeable. Honestly, Seven wasn't sure why she'd opted to keep the bed. She certainly wouldn't use it, and she doubted anyone who was assigned to room with her would willingly stay if given the option of finding another room with a more... orthodox roommate.

The rest of the room, however, looked completely different. Three large, flat-screened monitors were hanging from three of the four walls and offered a panoramic view. There were no less than four separate computers that were all connected together and housed in a metallic cabinet beside a large, conference-sized table that was positioned in the center of the room. The smaller monitors that had come with the computers were positioned at precise angles upon the table in order to guarantee she had a view of the progress of whatever she was working on, regardless of where she stood at her workspace.

Lights surged to life as they entered, the motion sensors easily picking up on her smooth, fluid strides into the center of the room. The only thing that was missing, that she'd yet to find a way to truly duplicate in an effective manner, was the 'voice' of the computer. She also hadn't gotten all of the voice prompt commands sorted through, but had decided to make that her next project once she'd finished with the one she was working on.

There was a chair - another source of uncertainty on Seven's part as she had no intention of sitting while conducting any scans. It had seemed fitting, however, to have at least one present in case someone else wished to do so. An unusual gesture of hospitality from the former drone, to be certain, yet something she felt Captain Janeway would find pleasing if she were present.

"I have been conducting scans of the stars in an effort to ascertain our precise location both physically as well as temporally," she stated as she stepped up to the table where the computers were placed, glancing at Jim before touching one of the touch-screen monitors which brought up a visual on the large flatscreens that surrounded them. Her own gaze slid upward to the image as she continued to speak. "According to my data, the alignment of the stars should appear as such provided the information regarding the date and assumed location is accurate."

Her fingers moved swiftly across the keys, her gaze still on the larger-than-life images in front of her as she transposed the way the stars should look over the way they did. "They are misaligned," she summarized simply.

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-11 11:37 pm UTC (link)
If Jim was impressed before, he was blown away now. All thought about his dead father's presence in Colligo faded as he took in the sight of the room before him. To him, it seemed like some unique blend of a bridge, conference room, and astrometrics laboratory that fit together like the pieces of a puzzle that were meant to form this sort of anomalous image. There was a certain sort of comfort that came with seeing something that was, although somewhat beyond the level of technology he was familiar with, so strikingly Starfleet that made him feel more at ease than any bar in this godforsaken place could.

"Astronomy's one of the oldest sciences known to Humans," Jim mused, following her to the table. "Always found it a bit amusing that one of the first things civilized man decided to study was the stars and it took us some five thousand years to actually reach them. It says a lot about the archaeoastronomics of Earth when even after seeing a star up close and knowing that its mostly just a big, bright ball of burning hydrogen that things like the Pyramids at Giza, Stonehenge, the calendars of Mesopotamia and the Aztecs, and the star charts of Copernicus, Kepler, and the great Galileo Galilei himself still have the power to captivate the mind in ways that nothing else can."

He gave her a small smile and crossed his arms over his chest. "And just what are the stars telling you?"

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-12 12:07 am UTC (link)
"Impressive," Seven replied, casting him a sideways glance. "It has been my experience that many from Starfleet are unaware of the impact astronomy made upon early Earth civilization." She meant it, too. Most by her time were so used to traveling the stars that they often forgot their humble roots. The fact that someone like James T. Kirk clearly had not was a pleasant surprise for the normally jaded young woman.

Her attention returned to her data at his question. "Despite what the architecture might depict, we are most assuredly not on Earth," she surmised. "I would wager that we are likely nowhere near the Terran system and the stars are little more than a projection."

Her fingers danced across one of the keypads while her attention remained on the data on the large viewscreen in front of them. Another image appeared, this one a mere snapshot of the skies as seen from the day. "Further analysis shows that the pollution which should be present on the planet is also lacking."

Pausing, she thought for a moment before turning her head to look fully at Jim. There was an almost uncertainty in her gaze, and her tone was troubled as she added, "We have been brought to a location which resembles Earth during a specific period in time yet clearly that is not the case. I am... uncertain as to the reason behind the deception. The fact that whoever is responsible is capable of keeping us here in the first place should make their desire to comfort us with falsehoods irrelevant."

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-12 11:22 pm UTC (link)
Jim frowned. He'd seen nothing from Seven, thus far, that wasn't confidence. All her movements were precise and done with purpose--one that Seven well understood. She wasn't the type to do something without reason or without thinking it was the, dare he say, logical course of action. Jim wasn't an idiot, he paid attention to people. He knew that when Sulu started tapping his feet that he was getting antsy, when Pike started to make that huffing noise that he was holding back from ripping your head off, and when Frank started twisting his hands together that you had five seconds to run for your life or your ass was going to bleed for a week.

Seeing the clear uncertainty in the look she gave him didn't sit well. If Seven was having this sort of reaction...

He swallowed.

"Are you suggesting that someone deliberately recreated a Terran City? Is this holographic technology? An illusion?"

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-13 12:24 am UTC (link)
"Such a determination is impossible to make based solely on the data provided," Seven replied in her typical, perfunctory manner. After studying the images on the flatscreen for a few seconds longer, she admitted, "However were I to, as Lieutenant Paris phrases it, 'take a guess'..." Drawing in a breath, she turned to face him.

"Yes. This location appears to be a deliberate recreation of a late twentieth to early twenty-first Terran Metropolis. Whether it is a holographic representation or is simply a homage to the era and has been physically constructed as such, remains to be seen." Finished speaking, Seven looked back to the available data with a small frown.

"If it is holographic in nature, it is unlike any form of technology I am aware exists," she continued. "Unusual and unlikely, given my extensive knowledge of technology in multiple forms, but not unheard of."

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-13 01:40 am UTC (link)
Jim rested an elbow on the edge of the table, dropping his chin into that palm while the fingers of his other hand drummed on the surface. He noted the fact that she made a guess, as well as the mention of someone whom her holographic doctor had already confirmed was a fan of his. Jim stopped drumming his fingers and raised that hand to scrub at his eyes. Last thing he needed was another fan. At first he thought it was neat, having a show based on their lives, but now it was driving him insane. Either people didn't believe he was really James T. Kirk, thought he was this William Shatner guy who looks nothing like him, or decided to worship him like he was the patron saint of sci-fi.

"A holographic setting would easily explain how the rooms changed over night," he mused, "and if whoever or whatever's doing this has access to that level of holographic technology, then it's not that far of a leap to say that they've also got their hands on temporal devices."

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-15 09:03 pm UTC (link)
"It would not, however, explain how the Doctor is capable of functioning within the confines of the clinic but not elsewhere within the city," Seven pointed out evenly, her blue-eyed gaze sliding back to Jim's and staying there for a moment. "However, your hypothesis regarding a temporal device is sound. It would feasibly explain how such a large number of beings from varying points in time have converged upon one specific location."

If she were anyone else, Seven may have sighed at this point. Instead she simply turned her attention back to the makeshift viewscreen in front of them. "Little else can be determined with the available information. Further analysis is required," she stated flatly, already setting the computer to do precisely that.

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-17 02:17 pm UTC (link)
Jim scrubbed at his eyes again, looking up and over at the former drone just in time to meet her own blue-eyed gaze. Her eyes were a lighter, brighter shade than his own, which had often times been compared to that old 20th Century singer, Frank Sinatra's. Jim wondered momentarily if his father had the same shade or if Jim had ended up with a different hue, but shrugged it off.

"Maybe there's some sort of dampening field up--disruptors or force fields that prevent your doctor's programming from moving outside of a certain set of parameters?"

He moved from where he had been leaning on the table to stand next to her. Jim put a hand on her shoulder and smiled gently. "We'll figure it out. There's a solution for everything. Just takes some time to find it, is all."

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[info]nolongerborg
2009-06-17 08:45 pm UTC (link)
"Perhaps," Seven responded, her gaze once more back on the makeshift viewscreen. The data flew by at a rapid pace, her eyes scanning it quickly and committing it to memory for later analysis. She could sense him approaching her but didn't look away. That is, until he placed his hand on her shoulder.

The information on the viewscreen paused as Seven's head turned, her gaze once more landing on the man now standing beside her. She peered at his hand briefly before meeting his gaze. The eyebrow that was covered by her Borg implant arched toward her hairline.

"You are attempting to... comfort me," she stated as a matter of observation. "A trait it would appear Captain Janeway and you both share. Commander Chakotay says it indicates she is a good leader. I would imagine the same carries to you, as well." Her gaze flickered back to the viewscreen then, the data once more streaming across the screen at a nearly blurred pace. "Your attempts are appreciated but unnecessary. I am irritated the solution is not presenting itself. Nothing more."

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[info]buckleup
2009-06-19 04:45 am UTC (link)
There was something about the way Seven peered at him just then that made Jim's ever wandering attention span stop being distracted by all the other little sights and sounds in the room and focus on her, just her, for that moment in which their gazes locked. Absentmindedly, Jim brushed his thumb against the skin at her neck.

"Sounds like you've got a good set of commanding officers. They're lucky to have you."

He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before removing his hand. "We're all irritated, but we'll figure it out. I don't believe in no-win scenarios."

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