Pavel Chekov (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} candothat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova,@ 2016-12-05 21:11:00 |
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[action | closed to Kitty]
[As it happens, waking up three years older than you were when you went to sleep is mildly disorienting. Waking up in bed next to someone who wasn't present in any of those three years compounds the effect. Chekov--newly twenty-four and, as far as he can remember, fresh from yet another near-death experience--sits up with a start. This is definitely not his room at Yorktown Starbase. This is...
MarinaNova. He's in bed with Kitty. He has been here for one-hundred twelve days.
Chekov lowers his head to his hands and groans. There are two different yesterdays in his mind, both equally vivid and real, and it's way too early to deal with that.]
[action | open]
[Chekov, three years older than he was yesterday and considerably more dazed than usual, does a circuit of the dome. Everything has a not-quite-rightness to it that he can't put his finger on and he feels oddly out of place. He isn't, of course. He was here yesterday, and he remembers that yesterday like it was... yesterday, which it was. But he also remembers a yesterday where he was a universe away and waiting for the Enterprise to be rebuilt. In that universe, he was on year three of a five-year mission.
He's looking for Kirk, specifically. It would be easiest to call him up, but Chekov would much rather talk in person.]