truth_detector: (Cautious)
[ Deanna was familiar with alien worlds, and it certainly wasn't the first time she'd mysteriously awakened in one. The fact that she'd been three hundred years in the past, before first contact, and helping to fight a battle against time-traveling Borg, however, made it easy for her to believe what she'd been told about this being the dreamworld. But given the circumstances at the time she'd lost consciousness, she was most afraid of the possibility that this strange dream was the way her mind was coping while she underwent the process of assimilation into the Borg collective. But even if this was her brain's way of compensating for the strange circumstances she'd experienced when she had passed out, she needed to awaken and get back to the business of carrying out the mission.

That much was of paramount importance.

Having easily accepted the explanation for where she was, she obtained a hotel room and settled into it before choosing to use her communicator for the first time. Her attempt to use her Starfleet combadge earlier had yielded no result, so this seemed the logical next step. ]


This is Commander Deanna Troi of the USS Enterprise. I'm searching for any other Starfleet personnel who might have arrived here. I'm also seeking information on how to awaken myself. I understand that my circumstances may make that difficult. I'd like to awaken as soon as possible, however.
unrecovered: (Default)
[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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