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Ambassador Spock ([personal profile] primelogic) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2017-06-16 06:58 pm

On Second Chances

A world without time.

Worlds upon worlds, eras intermingling. Species crossing who would never otherwise cross paths. Never ending, infinitely possible. All coalesced into one shared space where the impossible is not only probable, but for certain exists around every corner.


The young may come and go through this place with the purpose and rush that that they so often have, but for the particularly old Vulcan who has ended up here there hardly seems to be a hurry. He patiently strolls up and down the streets of the plaza, through the shopping districts, and round to more open areas with parks full of lush grasses of varying colors.

The summer weather is favorable for one used to a more arid and warm climate. Ambassador Spock finds a quiet sunny bench to take a seat at and relaxes against the worn wooden frame with the peeling paint. Ah, but that's right. There are requirements here for those who seek answers.

"If one found themselves in an opportunity to meet their past self, what words of wisdom would you feel obligated to impart?"
h_hollister: (WTF)

[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-17 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Yannow, it's not every day that Hippolyta Hollister is starstruck and speechless. Congratulations, Ambassador Spock. You've achieved what was previously thought impossible.

"...Erm. Well. Mainly get better taste in men, to be quite honest. Erm. I'm sorry, sir, but would you terribly mind if I could, erm. Buy you a drink? Which I know is absolutely hilarious in light of the first part of my answer, but it's not like that, I swear it."

Ah, there's the motor mouth.
h_hollister: (Grinning)

[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-17 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmmm-maybe?" she hedges. "It's the Nexus, you might be shocked what you can dig up here. If not, I'm pretty sure you'd like a chai latte."

She's actually blushing a little. Or at least there are high spots of color on her cheeks. Hell, this is the same woman who jumped at the opportunity to shag Jim Kirk the second she clapped eyes on him. Of course she's a fan.

"Ah, Hollister. Hippolyta! Erm, Hippolyta Hollister, hi. Sorry. Hold that thought, gonna go see if we've got some Vulcan tea for you."

And off she runs, smacking her own forehead as she goes.
h_hollister: (Sarcasm)

[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-17 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
High energy. That's one way of putting it, sure.

Five minutes later, she returns with two steaming paper cups in hand. Venti, just for the record.

"I knew it. It's the Nexus, we've got everything under every sun. Here you go. One Vulcan spiced tea, as ordered. Had to PINpoint myself to the outer reaches, but it's there. Nice gal named Saavik sold it to me. Careful, it's smegging...erm. It's really hot."

She sits herself down nearby, a respectful but talkative distance, and sips her own beverage. The name on the side of the cup is HIPS. The name on the side of Spock's cup is also HIPS.
h_hollister: (Grinning)

[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-17 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
She laughs. She throws her head back and honestly laughs, utterly delighted.

"Sir, if you call me Miss Hips, I can go to my grave satisfied. Miss Hips is just fine."

He might be warming himself up in his robes, but she's in her usual jeans and t-shirt and Doc Marten boots, and who gives a toss for the weather? It's different on another world, so be prepared. Although she does wallow in the sunshine like Spock does. Apparently she's not used to getting sunshine where she's from.

"So. What do you think of the Nexus?"
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[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Hah. That's one way of putting it. I'm most certainly not of your time. And yet, I sort of am. I was born on November 11th, 2277, Detroit, Michigan, Earth. I got on an interstellar ship at the age of 16, signing on to the Jupiter Mining Corporation deep space vessel Red Dwarf. The reason I joined the JMC was because when I was a young girl, I watched a television show. Called Star Trek."

Her smile is tempered now, somewhat tempered with the knowledge of what the multiverse means. A slightly sad smile.

"I watched the adventures of a young crew on a ship the USS Enterprise. And a slightly older crew on the USS Enterprise in another series. And I watched another crew on the deck of the Deep Space 9. And another on the lost voyages of the USS Voyager. I watched the Federation of Planets fight Klingons and Ferengi and Romulans and Q. And I loved every single second. So. I really do hope when you declared this place 'fascinating' that you already understood what it meant, otherwise I just destroyed the mind of one of my heroes and that'd be awful."
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[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-19 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm. Not exactly."

She grimaces, and then shrugs.

"Where I'm from, you and your crewmates were a television show. A television show I watched every episode of. Welcome to the Nexus, Admiral. We're all fictional here."
h_hollister: (Grinning)

[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-20 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
When he says 'fascinating' her grin gets even bigger, and she's even giggling a little. Quietly. With dignity. Honest.

"It was. It really was. And if you ever get a chance to watch a show called Red Dwarf, you'll see what I mean. It's a heck of a thing, to find out you're fictional. But then again? It's pretty liberating, too. As an old friend of mine used to say, there's just a man at a typewriter..."
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[personal profile] h_hollister 2017-06-22 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Heh. Similiar."

Miss Hips shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

"The lesson from my television show? Is don't be Arnold Rimmer."
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[personal profile] kohtoya 2017-06-17 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Plo's age is not so immediately obvious as a Vulcan's (indeed, he can remember a time when much younger men whispered and made bets among themselves about just how old 'the general' really was, and he'd quietly had his fun with that) but in his manner there is an unhurried dignity, that something ancient, that tells as much of the truth as what lines are visible on his lined, leathery face.

"It is tempting to compose a litany of warnings. Do not go here, but there. Be certain that you stand in that spot, in place of your friend. Here is the truth that will otherwise be found too late. Stop these people; they go to their deaths." He says these things quietly, but easily enough. Most of the wounds aren't fresh, and he has made his peace with them.

They will shoot you in the back, and you will bear the scars of it for the rest of your days. That one is newer than most, and he does not say it.

"But I cannot tell myself that is wisdom, and I am not certain it would be right. So I suppose if I were to say only one thing, it would be 'for every dear thing the universe takes away, it truly will give two more in time.' I was taught that sort of thing in my youth, but, well." The lines around his hidden eyes betray a smile. "Sometimes learning comes before understanding."
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[personal profile] kohtoya 2017-06-21 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
He bows his hairless head slightly in gratitude and takes the offered seat - a bit slowly, a bit carefully. His body has never been quite the same since Cato Neimoidia.

"Indeed. It would be a terrible responsibility, and one I would not hope for. I am only one man, and not wise enough to bear it." These words, like the others, are without bitterness, for he has also made his peace with them. He is a Jedi; who, indeed, is he to say that he knows better than the Force how all things should have happened?

But even so. Plo sighs into his mask. "And yet the universe does not stop to ask us what responsibilities we are ready to bear, does it?"

How many decades had he spent shying away from his own? I do not think I am suited, Master Tyvokka. That's all.

"So I suppose that I might meet him, if he is there to be met, whether I hope for it or not. And perhaps the best thing to say would be nothing, though that too would be a terrible responsibility. It is an odd thing to contemplate."
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[personal profile] kohtoya 2017-06-25 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)

He hums in thought, a deep rumbling hrrrmh. "It is difficult to say. My beliefs have always been as they are now, for all that I was once much younger and had only a younger man's understanding. I like to think that if he knew me for what I am, he would know why I shunned him."

And a younger Plo Koon would know him, of this he is fairly certain, no matter how surreal it is to consider this question as an actual scenario. The flesh and the bones may change, but the Force never does. Oh, a presence may age along with one's heart, like certain leaves turning their colors with the seasons - but in the Force, once familiar, one always knows.

"But those beliefs also demand working against suffering, where one may do so wisely, and so on some level I could not hold him at fault if, knowing me for what I am, he were to ask. But I hope that I would not answer, and that he would forgive me." It would be hard. It would be unspeakably hard. To be a Jedi is hard; that is simply the nature of it.

"Yet those are only my people's beliefs. I do not hold others to them. And you? What would you say?"
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[personal profile] kohtoya 2017-07-10 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Past tense. Both eyebrows go up; the topic has evolved from a figure of speech to a serious hypothetical to, now, a plain fact after all. If the man is to be believed, of course, but it does not seem that he is knowingly deceitful, at least without prying excessively. Plo has never heard of such a thing - and yet, why not? Once upon a time he had never heard of other realities either, other physical realities behind doors long kept secret.

But other worlds are in their way wonderful. This? A terrible responsibility, yes, and an ever more terrible thing to contemplate.

"So it actually came to pass...?" he says, quiet. "I do not envy you the experience."

A second sigh. "I wish that I had something reassuring to say. It is all...rather enormous to think about." And to say well if the damage was already done is taboo, even if said to one who is not a Jedi. "I hope very much that all things turn out as they were meant to, in the end."
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[personal profile] kohtoya 2017-07-24 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Our nearly extinct people. It saddens him greatly even as it brushes painfully close against the sort of thoughts and awful possibilities he has resolutely not dwelt upon for...what seems like so long, now. You cannot know what else has happened, whispers a voice in Plo's thoughts that is at once his own and Tyvokka's, and Yoda's, and others with them. Not yet. And you cannot do anything about it now. So mind what is in front of you, and the Force.

What else can he do, but that?

"I mourn to hear of your people's struggles, and your own," he says, quietly. "My own people place great value on life; that is a most worthy dedication."
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[personal profile] attackpatternbattista 2017-06-17 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
He'll recognize her species pretty much immediately. The deep green skin of an Orion woman, she certainly recognizes the fact that he's a Vulcan. Delia's certainly seen enough people from their reality here and there--a few Ferengi merchants in the underbelly, a Klingon Restaurant here, a Bajoran cake shop there.

"Ungh. Time Travel always complicates things in an ugly fashion that's always a pain to deal with." Delia folded her arms low, shifting her weight slightly.

Whether she recognizes Spock, she manages to give no sign at the moment.

"As for meeting my past self, I probably could warn her of some things and not... damage the timestream too much. Avoid a few people here, an incident there. And maybe confrontation or two that went badly."
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[personal profile] attackpatternbattista 2017-06-17 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Long odds or no, Delia's never one who wants to actually hear the odds until after the fact. Simply to know how absolutely ridiculous something is once she's actually done it.

To say she's... unconventional is putting it mildly.

Still, she's relaxed. Calm. Casually dressed in loose pants and lightly made, flowing top.

"A little bit of experience, yes," She made a face, "More of an accident with the warp drive than anything else. Fortunately we didn't really do any damage to the timeline as far as I can tell, and managed to avoid showing up on anyone's sensors or raising too many questions before managing to return home."

Still, though, she had to submit a report on it. And writing reports is always a fantastically annoying task.

"But I've read and heard about other incidents, and I'll be damned if I get swept up into some kind of temporal paradox or some other mess."

She said, while standing in the Nexus. The paradox of paradoxes to ever paradox.
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[personal profile] attackpatternbattista 2017-06-17 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It helps, of course, when you work for the Klingons and you have a sophisticated cloaking device that older sensors can't penetrate with their narrower scanning bands. Delia doesn't come out and say it, however, as her relationship with the Klingons is...


Still, Delia's eyebrows raise at the Vulcan's admission that he's interacted directly with his past self, and the universe didn't implode or anything.

Damn it. She owes Strix fifty latinum. Figures her theory was right.

It makes her think, though, for a minute, about what he's said. "If the timeline's already changed, from.. what very little I understand about the theory when my Engineer goes on-and-on," and on is the implication, "About it, it kind of ripples outwards like dropping a stone in water. Information you have might be helpful, but it might also not be relevant due to alterations both ways."

Especially in Spock's case, where his timeline already involves time travel to begin with. Which is already headache inducing to think about when she's starting to realize who he is.


Stupid time travel.
Edited (phrasing, typo) 2017-06-17 15:10 (UTC)
attackpatternbattista: (Casual - Did I leave the oven on?)

[personal profile] attackpatternbattista 2017-06-26 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Admittedly, seeing how things play out differently, with the same people, but circumstances changed, is something of an interesting thing to bear witness to." Delia admits after some thought, tapping her chin with her forefinger in thought.

"All the same players, but a different game, and altered rules to boot."
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[personal profile] pathfromdarknesstogray 2017-06-17 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman in the black robes is an interesting contradiction. Spock's time among humans has probably taught him more than a few things about their body language and how they carry themselves. To say nothing of the constant thunderstorm of their emotional states. Changing from A to B to C all without missing a beat.

But here, we have a human woman who is clearly full of passion, but possesses a nearly Vulcan like control of her emotions. While her stance is relaxed, it's still closer to a parade rest-esque stance with her arms behind her back, one wrist clasped by the other hand.

She also stands out for another reason: The gray, hooded robe she's wearing, although the hood is down for the moment, simply for the fact that it's too warm for her to wear full-on black, or anything too heavy (Not that she's complaining, mind you, Dia's always preferred warmer months to colder). There's a long handled weapon strapped to her belt, as well.

"Frankly, I'm not sure my past self would believe me." Her accent is closest to British-English, "I'd more likely be attacked by her because she'd believe it some sort of trick by my former Masters."
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[personal profile] pathfromdarknesstogrey 2017-06-17 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed. Life among the Sith would have a lot in common in living with Romulans. As the Romulans themselves would make extraordinarily good candidates for them, if one universe bled into another, leading to them being Force sensitive.

But that's a theory for another day.

Still, she tempers her passions with her own sort of logic. Trained heavily in the art of compartmentalizing and using her emotions, it's the sort of teaching that doesn't go away, even after being away from her former Masters as long as she has been (which, comparatively to Spock's age, isn't long, but Humans did always do things at faster rates "hold my space beer and WATCH THIS.").

"Something of... a former," frown, eyebrows furrowing. How do you describe the Sith in a way that the uninitiated would understand immediately? Spock's clearly not from her universe, as she doesn't recognize his species (although to be fair, as big as her Galaxy is, she certainly wouldn't recognize every species either), "...Militarized cult, I believe would be the closest way to try and describe it. Paranoia runs rampant among them, as does control, and use of fear. I embraced it, until a few years back, when they inevitably betrayed me and left me to bloody die. As such, my past self wouldn't take kindly to my attempts at interactions. Nor would she particularly be inclined to believe me, given how much my path has changed since then."

Although nowadays, she'd probably be able to kick her past self's butt into gear.
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[personal profile] pathfromdarknesstogrey 2017-06-19 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"They do at that, and it's not an experience I recommend living first or even second-hand, since you'll inevitably get yanked into the middle of a complicated mess." Dia made a bit of a face at the memory, but she took a slow breath and let it pass.

Dia has, for her part, seen far too much for her liking. A council that struggled against itself. An Empire with no real control, held in place by a stalemate with the Republic.

"You seem the sort that would understand that sort of bloody weirdness, whereas my past self wasn't nearly as... accommodating to it as I've been recently."
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[personal profile] theresistancemustgoon 2017-06-18 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah, I heard meeting myself in the past would screw up the whole timeline. Comes with running the Resistance."

Derek took a deep breath on the cigarette in his hand.
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[personal profile] theresistancemustgoon 2017-06-30 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek put out the cigarette as it slowly fizzled out "Sorry about that, stranger."

"Right. You never know these days back home with Skynet crafting a whole different problem in different timelines all the time."
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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2017-06-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Of all the questions to resonate with a person who tells themselves that they regret nothing they've done, this is certainly one that challenges it. Amelia tries to ignore it as she hears it, to keep her head down as she walks past with her bag full of books and her hands held firmly at her sides. But as she tries to walk away, her feet find a return path and land her straight in front of the newcomer instead. She looks up from the ground to meet Spock's gaze for a moment before crossing her arms in front of her chest, almost as if bracing herself for the cold gust of wind her fully covered frame is surely expecting.

"I'd tell that child to stop pretending to be an adult and let things happen as they will. And when she doesn't listen, I'd tell her to be ready for the day she gets what she wants and to understand that it's enough and she doesn't need to do anymore than that."

Somewhere in her mind she knows that her teenage self would never listen to this kind of advice. But if she could somehow manage it? Could prevent herself from ending up in the Nexus so she could finish all those things she didn't realize she'd started on her world? It would be worth the try.
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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2017-06-24 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I regret nothing I've done." A very contradictory statement, considering what advice she'd give herself. "I simply don't think anyone should have to live through the same things I have. Even if I would end up a different person than who I am now, I wouldn't wish those hardships on myself - or anyone, for that matter."

Is it selfish to want something better for yourself, even if you're too scared to try for it? Amelia's not certain, but if she could keep someone from having to experience all those same things she did? She would, even if it only affected her, personally.

"A lack of certain actions only opens the door to others that one might never have considered. Giving myself options I never dreamed of would allow the girl I was to become more than who and what I am now." She could be the lady her father always wanted, or at least give in and start a family of her own to carry on their business. It's not what Amelia ever thought she could have, and so she convinced herself that she didn't want it. To be allowed to do those things without fear of losing her footing in the world? It's a pleasant daydream.

Her head tilts to one side and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she regards Spock. "Is it strange to want something like that?"
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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2017-07-02 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The smile she had falters as she considers that. Would she have met those few friends she had back home if she hadn't become a rogue in the way she did? And if she had, would they still have had the same relationships? It seems unlikely, and while that doesn't bother her for most of them, the idea of never having met or befriending Nathan hurts her.

...but would it really have been so bad to not break her own heart over someone she never would've been allowed to be with back home? She could've fought for him, sure, but he never would've accepted her like that. No one accepts her like that and the best she could've hoped for was friendship so it doesn't matter ...right?

Dreams this hurts her head. And she hasn't even tried to think of all of those people a different version of herself would miss out on by not coming to the Nexus.

She takes a deep breath and shrugs her shoulders a little, shifting her weight from one foot to the other to give herself a few extra seconds to think before speaking. "It's the same for them as it is with the other experiences. If that girl missed meeting some people I know now, she would meet others I've never thought or dreamed of. There's a possibility for more joy in a life that doesn't lead her to being me." Joy that, as a sinner, she couldn't know even if she'd stayed home. "She deserves a fresh start, even if I don't."