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Personal Log #6...4th Wall
[Spock was.... rather curious at the unexpected influx of individuals without wings...
In his mind, the Vulcan was making theories that included black holes, transporters, ion storms...It was frustrating that the nature of this world made it impossible to pin down any one theory.
Spock can be found traveling to the Dome in the morning, and working there for the rest of the day.
In the evening the Vulcan's curiosity gets the better of him and he stops by Seventh Heaven to see who all is there.]
In his mind, the Vulcan was making theories that included black holes, transporters, ion storms...It was frustrating that the nature of this world made it impossible to pin down any one theory.
Spock can be found traveling to the Dome in the morning, and working there for the rest of the day.
In the evening the Vulcan's curiosity gets the better of him and he stops by Seventh Heaven to see who all is there.]
O_o...? Vyc?
Curious.]
You are correct. I am Spock... who are you?
At your service! (Guess who had a busy weekend and is trying to catch up. :D;; )
[Having spent most of his life around Cardassians and Bajorans--and given Spock isn't likely to be on any wanted lists that Odo is going to see--the name isn't ringing any bells for him. It's probably for the best.]
Tell me, Mr. Spock, what do you think the stardate is right now?
[It would of course be too much to hope for that they were from the same period of time.]
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2258 in my own universe... as for the current year of Luceti.... no one knows. [That was rather frustrating to a Vulcan...]
What manner of species are you?
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As for that question--it's kind of a sore spot. As Spock will probably be able to tell, since his tone switches from gruff to, well, short.]
I don't know. As far as anyone can tell, I'm the only one of my kind. [And, moving on now....]
What do you mean, no one knows the year here?
[He should really stop being surprised at the general ignorance about this place, but surely someone has to know something.]
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The residents appear here from various universes and are pulled in by no apparent selection by this world. We are essentially trapped until 'it' decides to send us home.
There is not enough technology to tell how long its existence has been... and though there are seasons and a calender... there is no year.
[Spock let the 'species' subject drop...]
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[He spends only a brief moment turning out over. He can see plenty of places that need to be picked apart in the explanation, and so he chooses the most manageable.]
What do you mean, there isn't enough technology? Are there no engineers here, no mechanics? Or are there no parts?
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We are 'trapped' here, by this world and experimented on by a race called the Malnosso. If we do 'missions' for them and gather enough 'points' then we may collected various parts... but if anything is made with questionable purpose, it is not granted.
[The Vulcan's voice was dangerously close to frustration.] The situation leaves much to be desired... It is a very elaborate cage though. When the shifts are not affecting the residents emotionally or physically, then it could be considered to be rather peaceful here.
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There were a number of angles he could take at this point. He selects one.]
Have there been any rebellions in the past against these "Malnosso"? Any form of passive resistance?
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It is very difficult when they hold all the technology... however, they are also prisoners of this world, unable to leave.
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