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nexus_crossings2017-06-16 06:58 pm
primelogic) wrote in 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.
"Fascinating."
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?"
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.
"Fascinating."
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?"
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Curious. That would be an Earth blend of spices and pepper, would it not? It takes him rather longer than he would like to admit to recall that the latte portion of the drink would imply it contains dairy from the bovines native to Earth. He has never consumed such a beverage before, though if one were to exclude the dairy he would be most agreeable to trying it.
Miss Hippoylta Holister is a very high energy woman however and is already running off before he has a chance to say as much. Ah. He must have stayed silent for a moment too long.
"I shall await your return." She cannot hear him now but it seems polite to confirm none the less.
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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.
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The smell alone brings a fond smile to the old Vulcan's face. It has become something of a rarity back in the world which he resides in. As many cultural mainstays have with the destruction of Vulcan. A tragedy that permeates to even these small comforts and one which causes him remorse every day.
"You do me a service, Miss Hollister. I am gratified for your efforts." It may be shorts and tank top weather for most humanoids out here today but Spock will be warming his wrinkled hands with the heat of the beverage for a long few moments before he begins to sip at the drink.
"Or would you prefer Miss Hips?" It's difficult to tell he is joking with how straight faced he is, but there is a light of mischief in his eyes.
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"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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Her vivacity and easy laughter do much to elicit that same small smile from the ambassador. There is much about her mannerisms that remind him of a dear old friend of his own. One he can only see now in memory or in the face of a young man he has no rights to interfere in the life of.
"I must admit, that the basis for such a place as this is truly remarkable. It is not something I would have thought possible before experiencing such a thing first hand." His speech is slow and methodical, in no rush to ever convey one thing over another. After another sip of his tea, he lowers the paper cup to his lap and looks over at the woman who he is sharing the company of.
"I am curious how someone so young knows of me. You do not appear to be from my time, if I may say so."
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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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The ambassador wonders at how many new faces would have been able to learn from his own mistakes. Jim had been rather fastidious in keeping logs. It was one of his more responsible traits. A pang of mourning still prompts him to shut his eyes and trace in his minds eye the small box of personal affects in his quarters back on New Vulcan. Of the picture therein with the faces of those he cared most deeply for during his long life.
"The curiosity that you shared with myself and our comrades is proof of the better qualities of humanity, I must admit."
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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."
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Spock finds himself smiling around his tea and just barely chuckling as he shakes his head.
"Fascinating."
Though with enough alternate universes the possibilities are indeed endless. He could have easily been something else, someone else than who he is here
mirror verses aside..... Why shouldn't he have a different life in some other universe? To think of all the other worlds of knowledge he could obtain from other versions of himself is truly staggering."I am glad in any regard, that the ongoing mission of my companions and I were able to inspire you in your own career. I hope it has proved as fruitful for yourself as it was for me."
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"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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Assuming the stories would even be the same as the missions they tackled. Sop many what ifs.
"You have a similar experience then? How strange. At least, it can be used as an example if it's documented and broadcast..."
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Miss Hips shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.
"The lesson from my television show? Is don't be Arnold Rimmer."