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Day 55: Intercom, Evening
Snow doubled in number as the day transitioned into the evening hours. Unfortunately, none of the patients were allowed the time to enjoy the weather changes. They were instead greeted by the telltale jingle of the intercom, signaling their cue to return indoors.
Once again, they heard the voice of a familiar female. She sounded unchanged from her previous announcements, her intonation as clear and as flat as ever.
"Attention all subjects and personnel. All subjects are to return to their assigned rooms for their evening meal. Lights Out will commence shortly after."
The woman paused, seemingly for effect.
"All personnel: you are to report to your stations. Thank you."
The intercom clicked off.
[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. ANY NEWLY ACCEPTED CHARACTERS MAY POST TO THIS SHIFT (but are not obligated to if you would like to wait for Nightshift or Dayshift); please refer to the new room assignments before posting. Thank you! ]
Once again, they heard the voice of a familiar female. She sounded unchanged from her previous announcements, her intonation as clear and as flat as ever.
"Attention all subjects and personnel. All subjects are to return to their assigned rooms for their evening meal. Lights Out will commence shortly after."
The woman paused, seemingly for effect.
"All personnel: you are to report to your stations. Thank you."
The intercom clicked off.
[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. ANY NEWLY ACCEPTED CHARACTERS MAY POST TO THIS SHIFT (but are not obligated to if you would like to wait for Nightshift or Dayshift); please refer to the new room assignments before posting. Thank you! ]
M66
Well, perhaps his roommate would indulge him, if he was still here. Kirk had lasted longer than his previous roommates, which was heartening, although he couldn't let himself get too used to the idea of him being there. People came and went constantly without warning here... he couldn't trust someone to always be there.
But hopefully he'd be there tonight. ZEX sat down and picked at his food, going over the events of the day in his mind. Very strange...
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No grandstanding, no vague threats about what they were in for? Yeah, it was refreshing in a way, but Kirk could've used the distraction from his brief exchange on the bulletin. The medical wing. Observation. What the hell was that supposed to mean? On the way to dinner, the soldiers rebuffed any attempt to grill them about it, which left Kirk with a powerless fury he immediately expressed by tearing the beret off his head and chucking it into the room. It hit his chair soundlessly and crumpled into a formless black shape on the floor, not even having the decency to break or scatter something to make him feel better.
Goddammit. He had to calm down. Think clearly. The exploration party could cope with having one less person with them tonight — that part didn't worry him. And out of the entire crew present here right now, Spock was probably the one who could handle himself the best, so whatever it was they planned with him...
Kirk dragged one hand through his hair and looked over at ZEX, who was prodding absently at his food as usual... if you could call it food. Even from here by the door, he could tell pink gruel was on the menu for dinner too. Awesome. One more reason to feel good about tonight. "Sorry," he muttered, and walked over to his desk.
He should eat to keep his strength up, but his hands ignored the bowl and spoon, and immediately started rifling through the desk drawers to find his captain's logs — before remembering that he'd handed that off to Uhura. Kirk shut his eyes for a second. Get a grip, Jim. When he opened them again, he noticed the metal box sitting on his bed. That hadn't been there this morning. Huh.
"Not exactly appetizing, is it?" Kirk said to ZEX, forcing some levity into his voice. He figured the chances of being put into a good mood by whatever was in that box were about the same as being cheered up by gruel, but that was no reason for him to throw tantrums. He touched the smooth metal lid of the box to find the same serial as his dog tags. 36221701M. "I still haven't figured out what the gruel's made of. Usually on Earth, we use some kind of grain, but I don't know any which would give it that colour."
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ZEX jerked sharply at the sound of the beret hitting the chair - his peripheral vision was awful, and the instinctual swiveling of his neck quickly brought on a wave of nausea. It still felt like it should be broken after doing that.
He adjusted himself quickly enough though to give Kirk his attention. He seemed upset about something, but at least he was still here.
"It's alright." ZEX didn't think there was anything particularly objectionable about throwing a hat across the room, but maybe humans had a different sense of etiquette. He looked down at his food. "Ah... I suppose. I don't think I'm the best judge. All your human food is... very strange to me. I'm not sure what it is you find appetizing."
Although most of the time, it sadly was not ZEX himself. No matter. "Is this color not common for human food? I assume I've only seen a small cross-section of it while being imprisoned here..."
Speaking of which. "I don't suppose you know what's going on? I woke up this morning and things seem... notably different. I don't recall... most of the last few days. Was any explanation ever given?"
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Everything appeared to be here except his baseball bat, which another glance around told him had been set against his bed. Normally these things — supplies he'd gathered over the last two weeks, of varying useless — stayed where he'd stashed them in his desk and dresser, but for some reason, the military had taken the time to put his stuff in a box, and give it back to him during dinner.
It didn't make much guessing to figure out why they'd bother. The oft-repeated line about privileges came back to him: did the lower ranks not get to keep their things? Could this "privilege" be taken away? Had they done something their possessions, or were they just keeping an inventory? All were possible, but if they meant to do something to his captain's uniform, they'd had plenty of opportunities before now. Either way, it'd be a relief to get out of his current outfit. Kirk started unbuttoning his shirt.
"You have been quiet lately," he said, frowning slightly at ZEX. It wasn't unusual in itself — they'd spent plenty of dinners before now in companionable silence, but the fact worried him anyway. If he lost him, like Chekov lost his roommate... "Martin Landel was ousted from his position yesterday — I saw it when soldiers escorted off the premises. He's been replaced by one General Aguilar, although I haven't seen him or heard his voice on the intercom yet. As best as I can guess, whoever's in charge has been displeased with Landel's progress, so the military was brought in to turn things around."
Once his shirt was off, Kirk leaned down to undo his boots. The chill of the snowfall could be felt even in here, and he wondered what else they could try tonight if the weather was going to stay this bad.
"Hence the new uniforms this morning... and the pointless physical labour... and the gruel... and the change in unhelpful staff drones. I'm not sure what else is different, but one thing's certain: we're all still stuck here."
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Kirk still seemed to have his belongings, and ZEX was quite happy to watch him change with an unconscious smile on his face. After all, why would it bother him? ZEX couldn't think of a reason. Naked humans aside, at least that meant that it was likely that ZEX also had kept his few belongings, as well as his precious uniform, his one solid piece of evidence of his former life. Losing that would be such a terrible blow.
Interesting that the one in charge of this place had been deposed. Considering that ZEX had spent so much time here for, as far as he could discern, no readily apparent reason, he couldn't say he was that surprised. This place had to take a good amount of RU to run, and with such things usually came some kind of intended purpose. Perhaps someone was finally tired of his frivolity, although that did not bode well for him. If they'd ever wanted to use him for his military expertise (and really, why else would he have been kidnapped?), now would be the time for them to take him in.
"Is that normally how the human military behaves?" ZEX said, still staring at him all too intently. "I'm familiar with my own of course, but I had little chance to learn much about yours." Since most of his interactions with humans had been during the War after all, and had been primarily been limited to "slicing them in half with a massive laser".
"I wonder why it is they want us." More thoughtfully, and somewhat to himself.
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"If you mean 'kidnapping hundreds of people from their homes and experimenting on them', then no, that's not how a human military behaves." If Kirk's voice sounded flippant, it was with rather more vehemence than was necessary that he shucked off his left boot, letting it hit the dresser with an audible thud. Okay, fine, from what he knew of his people's history, that wasn't strictly true. Humanity had proven itself more than capable of atrocities committed under the guidance of helpful institutions like hospitals or militaries — but not on the Earth he knew, as it was in the twenty-third century. Not by any tenet held by the Federation. Jim might have spent the better part of his life scoffing at overeager Starfleet recruiters, but it wasn't because he disliked the ideals it aspired to.
The Federation didn't exist in this reality. He'd wondered to Spock earlier: what had happened here to force these men to resort to such extreme measures? If this was Earth, if these people were human... Where in their history did they go wrong?
Kirk looked up to see ZEX staring intently on him, and smiled wryly, plucking his gold shirt from the box again. "Where I'm from, this is the uniform of a Starfleet captain — that's the peacekeeping and humanitarian armada for the United Federation of Planets. Some people think of us as a military, some prefer... researchers and explorers." He shrugged, not quite sure why he was trying to explain this distinction. His talents lay in fighting and surviving — there wasn't much of a question what he was, as far as Starfleet was concerned, and no reason to be ashamed of it. That aggressive, leap-without-looking approach had saved Earth.
It had mattered to Pike. Peacekeeping and humanitarian armada — those were his words. "It's different, where— when I come from. This world seems more like late twentieth century Earth, or maybe early twenty-first century. We wouldn't discover the existence of aliens for another fifty years, while obviously here they're somehow able to break into other 'altverses'. They're more regulated than the military I'm used to, more aggressive... more desperate." Kirk set his shirt aside, and moved to swap his pressed trousers for the more rugged pants supplied by Starfleet. "I think something catastrophic happened here, and somehow... all this... is supposed to help them save their Earth."