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[the text stays read for a little while because ahaha holy shit. he's been here for like a day and shatner almost killed him with nimoy coming in to finish the job. it's too late to shut his big mouth, though, so-- here he goes, facing the music.]
soooo I guess you had a chat with kirk recently
soooo I guess you had a chat with kirk recently
[No comment on that one 'cause Spock is probably already mad at him, but wow. All those chicks drawing hunky Spocks in the 70s were super right.
Travis texts over an address; it's a little park a short walk from the block of government housing most of them have been assigned. Spock'll find him there on a bench, idly scrolling through the network as he waits. He waves him down as he approaches.]
If it makes you feel any better, I don't know that much.
Travis texts over an address; it's a little park a short walk from the block of government housing most of them have been assigned. Spock'll find him there on a bench, idly scrolling through the network as he waits. He waves him down as he approaches.]
If it makes you feel any better, I don't know that much.
[ Travis Touchdown we need to have a conversation about how you respond to people critiquing or insulting you because I'm worried. ]
It does not. [ The arrival of this lanky, 6'1" alien man is heralded by zero fanfare, his approach quiet with hands folded dutifully behind his back. ]
You must be Travis Touchdown. I am Commander Spock. [ He makes no moves to sit or get comfortable. ] We will greet each other as civilized men before we proceed.
It does not. [ The arrival of this lanky, 6'1" alien man is heralded by zero fanfare, his approach quiet with hands folded dutifully behind his back. ]
You must be Travis Touchdown. I am Commander Spock. [ He makes no moves to sit or get comfortable. ] We will greet each other as civilized men before we proceed.
[OKAY BUT LIKE, look on the bright side: Kirk already told him not to do the salute if he couldn't do it properly, so he will NOT be committing alien racism today at the VERY least?!??!?!
But... sure, civilized. Travis was really hoping Kirk would've smoothed the news over somewhat-- diplomat and all. No such luck, he supposes. Travis meets Spock's gaze and stiffly gets to his feet.]
It's, uh. Nice to meet you...?
[Is he expecting a handshake? God help him, he doesn't do formal, but he's already pissed them off bad enough for a single day, so he'd better at least attempt. He awkwardly sticks out a hand.]
But... sure, civilized. Travis was really hoping Kirk would've smoothed the news over somewhat-- diplomat and all. No such luck, he supposes. Travis meets Spock's gaze and stiffly gets to his feet.]
It's, uh. Nice to meet you...?
[Is he expecting a handshake? God help him, he doesn't do formal, but he's already pissed them off bad enough for a single day, so he'd better at least attempt. He awkwardly sticks out a hand.]
[ No ta'al is formed to greet Travis, not when he makes the only partially correct assumption that he will not appreciate its significance. This man does, after all, know at least something about their culture or the nature of their mission, even if the method of that transfer of knowledge is still dubious to Spock at best.
His gaze lowers to a vulgar splaying of naked fingers before he looks away again, eyes locked on his, standing up straighter. Shunned. ]
That is acceptable. We may now proceed. [ Standing up, staring at each other, as uncomfortably as possible. ]
I would ask what knowledge you possess of me and my crew. [ you weird deviant ]
His gaze lowers to a vulgar splaying of naked fingers before he looks away again, eyes locked on his, standing up straighter. Shunned. ]
That is acceptable. We may now proceed. [ Standing up, staring at each other, as uncomfortably as possible. ]
I would ask what knowledge you possess of me and my crew. [ you weird deviant ]
[Well, damn. Travis' hand goes limp in the air, his expression visibly confused, before it falls right back down to his side. At least he doesn't have to endure job interview-level pleasantries any longer.]
Everything I told Captain Kirk is everything I know. [His brows knit together: for you, Spock, he'll try to take this seriously.] In my world, it's the year 2019-- there was a popular TV show about your mission on the Enterprise that originally ran in the 1960s. It's really well known. Most people are familiar with your crew's names and faces, at least. I've seen a little bit of the show, but it's been a long time, so I don't remember all that many details. I thought the tribble thing was pretty funny when I was like, 10.
[That's a lot to take in, so Travis pauses.]
I swear I don't know your credit card numbers or classified Starfleet secrets or whatever... Scout's honor. [He was never a scout but STILL.]
Everything I told Captain Kirk is everything I know. [His brows knit together: for you, Spock, he'll try to take this seriously.] In my world, it's the year 2019-- there was a popular TV show about your mission on the Enterprise that originally ran in the 1960s. It's really well known. Most people are familiar with your crew's names and faces, at least. I've seen a little bit of the show, but it's been a long time, so I don't remember all that many details. I thought the tribble thing was pretty funny when I was like, 10.
[That's a lot to take in, so Travis pauses.]
I swear I don't know your credit card numbers or classified Starfleet secrets or whatever... Scout's honor. [He was never a scout but STILL.]
[ Ah yes. The tribble debacle.
It lends credence to a story that would stand out in its absurdity if the Vulcan subjected to it didn't lead such an absurd life. After all, the explanation could be relatively simple.
An alien presence could've observed the events of their mission, traveled back in time, created or manipulated beings to match their images, and mind-controlled them into scripting, acting out, and producing the show to which Travis refers. Relatively elementary in execution, if complex in potential motive. ]
I see, and I do believe you. I assume it is from Earth that you hail? I would be most interested to hear how this television show influenced your world, if at all.
[ Better to take this shit in stride than to panic. More logical... but still, the thought that an alien has been watching them is a little problematic. Is it still watching them? He hasn't ruled out the possibility that all of this is some grand illusion, either, but that's not much more appealing. ]
It lends credence to a story that would stand out in its absurdity if the Vulcan subjected to it didn't lead such an absurd life. After all, the explanation could be relatively simple.
An alien presence could've observed the events of their mission, traveled back in time, created or manipulated beings to match their images, and mind-controlled them into scripting, acting out, and producing the show to which Travis refers. Relatively elementary in execution, if complex in potential motive. ]
I see, and I do believe you. I assume it is from Earth that you hail? I would be most interested to hear how this television show influenced your world, if at all.
[ Better to take this shit in stride than to panic. More logical... but still, the thought that an alien has been watching them is a little problematic. Is it still watching them? He hasn't ruled out the possibility that all of this is some grand illusion, either, but that's not much more appealing. ]
[What's sad is that by Travis' world's standards, that IS still a pretty reasonable explanation. 
But that was... a pretty easy sell. Easier than he thought, even. Spock's supposed to be the logical one, right? Travis was expecting to have to pull out way more proof for that one. It's much less work since he believed him, though, so he won't complain about it.]
Yeah, exactly right. As for the influence... [He scratches his head a little. Don't make him think about history!] I dunno how much you know about American history, but the Civil Rights Movement was happening around the same time your show came out. If I'm remembering it right, it was a big thing that your crew was really diverse, and that the writers tackled a lot of tough topics-- especially during the 1960s.
But I haven't taken a history class in like, 20 years, so I can't give you that much more'n that.
But that was... a pretty easy sell. Easier than he thought, even. Spock's supposed to be the logical one, right? Travis was expecting to have to pull out way more proof for that one. It's much less work since he believed him, though, so he won't complain about it.]
Yeah, exactly right. As for the influence... [He scratches his head a little. Don't make him think about history!] I dunno how much you know about American history, but the Civil Rights Movement was happening around the same time your show came out. If I'm remembering it right, it was a big thing that your crew was really diverse, and that the writers tackled a lot of tough topics-- especially during the 1960s.
But I haven't taken a history class in like, 20 years, so I can't give you that much more'n that.
[ Why are our canons so fucking cursed.
He continues to watch Travis impassively, saying nothing as he attempts to teach his new Vulcan compatriot about the Civil Rights Movement. Fascinating. ]
Your President Eisenhower in fact signed the Civil Rights Act into law in 1957, though the desegregation of your public school systems followed the Brown vs Board of Education case in 1954. However, if I remember correctly there were many similar landmark events and protests which indeed led into the 1960s and beyond them.
Humans have long since moved past such prejudices as are based upon race. We may entertain the possibility that a more evolved society is what was meant to be shown to the humanity of that distant era. [ In stark violation, however, to the Prime Directive. Exceedingly troubling. ]
I must ask: is this information that you intend to spread freely?
He continues to watch Travis impassively, saying nothing as he attempts to teach his new Vulcan compatriot about the Civil Rights Movement. Fascinating. ]
Your President Eisenhower in fact signed the Civil Rights Act into law in 1957, though the desegregation of your public school systems followed the Brown vs Board of Education case in 1954. However, if I remember correctly there were many similar landmark events and protests which indeed led into the 1960s and beyond them.
Humans have long since moved past such prejudices as are based upon race. We may entertain the possibility that a more evolved society is what was meant to be shown to the humanity of that distant era. [ In stark violation, however, to the Prime Directive. Exceedingly troubling. ]
I must ask: is this information that you intend to spread freely?
[FINE, so maybe he fell asleep in junior year history one too many times, whatever. He got close enough. Travis listens, looking somewhat miffed, until Spock comes to a stop on that last question.]
No, 'course not. I'm not gonna go spilling all your secrets on the network or--
[Wait, wait, back up. Travis frowns, wracking his brain over one last thing:]
Hold up. Are you saying somebody put Star Trek on the air when they did so we'd stop being racist? And, uh, whatever other -ists?
No, 'course not. I'm not gonna go spilling all your secrets on the network or--
[Wait, wait, back up. Travis frowns, wracking his brain over one last thing:]
Hold up. Are you saying somebody put Star Trek on the air when they did so we'd stop being racist? And, uh, whatever other -ists?
Honestly, Mr. Touchdown, the reason I'm asking is that I thought you might recognize it. I first saw it on the wall at your address, so the creatures may frequent the location. I've since tracked it a few blocks down the street.
Does it look poisonous to you?
Does it look poisonous to you?
Well, if the appendages are for mating, as you suggested, it could've scented a female in your area. It rotated above your door for several minutes, then flew off.
(those free five minutes kirk's given are spent slowly, silently stripping his uniform's outer shirt off, long sleeves tied back to make a rudimentary net. its held up, ready for deployment, but his prey is spooked by the phone vibrating in his pants pocket. the bug scoots away, weighed down by its massive dicks, to rest beneath the next streetlight over.)
But yes, Mr. Touchdown, apparently that'd be safer to say considering the fact that following it is all I'm managing to do. This thing is giving me a run for my money.
(those free five minutes kirk's given are spent slowly, silently stripping his uniform's outer shirt off, long sleeves tied back to make a rudimentary net. its held up, ready for deployment, but his prey is spooked by the phone vibrating in his pants pocket. the bug scoots away, weighed down by its massive dicks, to rest beneath the next streetlight over.)
But yes, Mr. Touchdown, apparently that'd be safer to say considering the fact that following it is all I'm managing to do. This thing is giving me a run for my money.
[if this BUG FROM HELL is outside his apartment, mere moments from cockslapping Kirk to death, he's got no choice but to... go outside and join the hunt, or something.]
Are you fucking serious.
[it only takes a couple minutes for Travis to catch up with him once he's stepped outside, and he's armed, too: beam katana held out in front of him like a giant bug zapper and everything. don't mind the fuzzy tiger ears on his head, it's that time of the month.]
D'you think it's really poisonous? What if I have to get an exterminator?
[he squints in the dark, cat ears lying flat.]
Are you fucking serious.
[it only takes a couple minutes for Travis to catch up with him once he's stepped outside, and he's armed, too: beam katana held out in front of him like a giant bug zapper and everything. don't mind the fuzzy tiger ears on his head, it's that time of the month.]
D'you think it's really poisonous? What if I have to get an exterminator?
[he squints in the dark, cat ears lying flat.]
(kirk wonders how ridiculous he must look squatting on a deserted street corner, flapping his shirt at a forearm-length insect like he's bull fighting. fortunately he feels better about it the moment he turns his head to take a good, long look at travis, ignoring the tentacles palpitating in his peripheral vision.
raises his hand, a silent order for travis to stay put for the moment.)
...
(then, as soberly as he's able:) Did you do something different with your hair?
raises his hand, a silent order for travis to stay put for the moment.)
...
(then, as soberly as he's able:) Did you do something different with your hair?
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