Sixty-Fourth Theory [Action/Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

((First part is backdated to yesterday, November 10.))

[Would it really be so difficult for John's droids to just bring Don home?]

[Apparently, because they instead leave him in a side room of the barracks. On their way out, they drop his journal on the floor, just beyond his reach.]

[He can't feel his legs.]

[He woke up this way on John's table, and while part of his brain tried to assess the situation rationally and offer the mitigating factors that it's just for a week, thank goodness he didn't get this as his death loss, the rest of his brain was screaming too loudly to notice or care.]

[And now he's back in the village, half-paralyzed, still uncertain of his speech, and completely alone.]

[It takes a while, but he pulls himself together, drags himself a few feet across the floor, and painstakingly constructs a filter in the journal.]

Voice to Beast | Unhackable

Help. The barracks. Please...

[He closes the book when he's done. Beast won't get any reply from him through the journals, but will find him prone on the floor of the barracks, just wanting to go home.]



Voice for Everyone, November 11

[By the next day, Don has rediscovered his voice, and wants everyone else to hear it too. Being couchbound, he has nothing better to do than broadcast his every thought over the journal system.]

EVERYONE. Citizens, denizens, residents and inmates of our village of Luceti. Those of you who have just arrived, please find adequate shelter, because this is miserable weather to be out in. You're fortunate, though, to have missed our recent tornado. Also an infestation of ghosts and some messy business involving zombie viruses. Never a dull moment. I advise reading the guide, which can be found in your journal.

Those of you who are already jaded by such events, please entertain yourselves on this dreary day by suggesting a topic of interest: a fascinating subject, an intriguing project, or a hypothetical occurrence that you would find truly surprising. Jokes and stories are also welcome.

[He'll stop there. Finding words is still difficult and tiring, and like exercising any other faculty that hasn't been used in a while, he should take it slowly. Full recovery will come from patient practice, not from exhausting himself all at once.]


((Initial action is locked to Beast. Friends of Don are welcome to handwave hearing of his return and come visit, yesterday afternoon or any time during the week. Today's voice post is open to all.))

Comments

[i_speak_softly]

[Usually he would break news like this more gently, but he has no filter today.]

You're on a TV show where I'm from. One of my favorites. Some other people here are from worlds where I'm on a TV show, only it's not exactly like my real life, so maybe Star Trek isn't exactly like your real life either.

[spohkh]

Ah yes... I have been informed of this television series. Most intriguing... And from what I have been able to gather, it has several similarities but many differences.
Would you be amenable if I switched to video?

[i_speak_softly]

Ah -- sure.

[Congratulations, you have nearly rendered him speechless. VIDEO CHATTING WITH SPOCK.]



[Okay, maybe not as cool as mind-melding with Luke Skywalker, but still pretty freaking cool.]

fascinating, and here I thought 'mind-meld' was a trademark for Vulcans. XD Spock can do better. ^_^

[spohkh]

[The video feed turns on, and Spock observes the face of his companion for a moment....fascinating.]

May I inquire as to what manner of species are you?

I don't know what Jedis call it, I am a bad sci-fi fan ;_;

[i_speak_softly]

I'm a Turtle.

[Clearly not the whole truth, but Don has just enough inhibition to think that maybe he shouldn't spill his entire origin story over an unfiltered journal connection.]

I don't know what Star Wars calls it either. XDD

[spohkh]

[Spock raises an eyebrow....]
Fascinating... It is well to make your acquaintance Mister Donatello.

[i_speak_softly]

L- Likewise, Mr. Spock. [He feels like such a dork when he says that, and at the same time SO COOL.]

[spohkh]

[Spock cannot help but be curious about this being...]

Are there more like you here in Luceti?

[i_speak_softly]

[Did you really have to bring that up?]

Not right now.

[spohkh]

[Spock can obviously see that he has upset Donatello...]

My apologies Mister Donatello, I was merely curious and did not mean to upset you. Perhaps you would be amenable to meeting in person?

[i_speak_softly]

[Would he be amenable to meeting in person. Ffff.]

I can't walk right now, but you're welcome to come over.

[spohkh]

Very well, if you inform me of your location, I can be there momentarily.

[Spock is actually eager to meet Donatello in person...]

[i_speak_softly]

House 55. It's south of the village.

You can tell your housemate to get involved if you want. XD haha

[spohkh]

Very well, I will be there momentarily.

[The screen goes blank...

Donatello does not have to wait long before there is a polite sounding knock on the door.]

He will be delighted

[i_speak_softly]

[Some muted shouting:]

Anata, can you get that?

[The door should be opened momentarily.]

Indubitably!

[semper_cogitans]

[Sorry about the delay, Spock.

The door opens, to the tune of one very nervous-looking man.]

Erm...

... S-Salutations... [He dips his head respectfully once and ushers Spock inside, to where Don is sitting on the couch. The Turtle is probably visible from the doorway.]

~sorry about the late reply folks!

[spohkh]

[Spock bows his head in politeness and steps inside.]

Greetings, I am Spock. [He looks at Donatello then back at the man who let him in... ]

May I inquire as to your name?

[Spock looks to Donatello again...] Why are you not able to stand?

Ami says I should reply first |D;

[semper_cogitans]

[At least he's nice and formal. This sets Robert at ease, if only slightly.]

My name is... P-Professor Robert Alexander Hastings...

[... He realizes just how long it's been since he's said that. It almost feels surreal, even though it seems as practised as ever.]

It is... g-good to meet you...

[As for the rest, he'll let Don answer for himself.]

XD

[spohkh]

[Spock bows his head..]

It is well to make your acquaintance Professor Hastings. I am Spock.

[i_speak_softly]

[As for the other question:] Side effect. Should be temporary.

[spohkh]

That is most unfortunate Mister Donatello. [Spock steps closer to the turtle on the couch.]

I must admit that I have never met one such as yourself before. It is well to see you in person.

[Spock turns to the Professor again...]

May I inquire as to what you are professor of?

[semper_cogitans]

[Safe topic. A good topic, really.]

Ah... I am, or, er, w-was, formally employed as... an a-astrobiologist.

[He's honestly not sure if he should define the term yet, mostly because he doesn't want to be presumptuous, but it's hard to make out Spock's expressions. In fact, he doesn't seem to have much visible body language at all... not that Robert is particularly good at reading it in the first place, but Spock's expression is very noticeably... blank.]

[spohkh]

Indeed? This is most fortuitous. I am quite familiar with that area of study. [Spock won't get into all the degrees and doctorates he has...] I serve on board a space-faring vessel for an organization called Starfleet.
[Spock glances at Donatello who seems to be grinning quite broadly....] You have not familiarized him with the show?

[i_speak_softly]

I've tried. He's from 2332 and can't get past the historical inaccuracies.

[semper_cogitans]

[He's just going to look sheepish now.]

... I... did n-not expect to, er, s-speak to you so soon... [In retrospect, though, he probably should've expected it.]