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[descrier]

[ Marita has spent the past few days at the library in an attempt to scourge any information she can find ― her discovery being next to none other than what she knows of her own world. She's leafed through pages upon other worlds, stopping to take an interest here and there to read lines and paragraphs that jump out at her, until the words began to blur into dark lines of letters and phrases muddled together in an unreadable mess.

It all sounded quite fictional to her.

Of course, if proper information were that easy to obtain then she wouldn't be looking for it in public facilities. Despite her not knowing where her stance lies in this world, she is fairly settled in; she's already rid herself of the white sundress and now adorns the regular comfort of her clean-cut suits and skirts. She feels in control, despite knowing she isn't. ]

It looks as if I am not the only one who has currently arrived here, considering the mass influx of others who have as well. The powers here seem to find their work unlimited to just one universe or one abduction.

Which poses the question: if not God then how powerful of a being could ever commit pulling people from multiple worlds to bring them into one singular world? Have they crossed over into our own worlds to effect the nature of it or is their power just limited to bringing us to this place alone? Is time altered in our absence?

There are more questions begged to be asked, but having diplomatic experience in a location without a city hall seems not to matter if we are here against our own will.

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[spohkh]

There are various plausible scenarios that can explain how we may have been drawn from our Universes and into this world.

[descrier]

Such as?

[spohkh]

Take for example a temporal, or spacial paradox. There are no stars in this space, we could consider a sentient black hole or the world itself that has drawn us here.

I have been exposed to instances where what we believe to be logical is disproved by a mere ion storm.

[descrier]

Are there any indications of the patterns of people brought here having any meaning or is it all selected by random? It does not seem plausible for a black hole to take very little of our worlds without complete annihilation, unless it were somehow modified.

[spohkh]

That is why I suggest a world that is sentient. As for a pattern... there is none discernible other than that of some... characteristic significance.

[descrier]

A cosmic being willing to travel through different universes with no trouble. If this being is some sort of sentient black hole, then time would be unaffected by our absence from the nature of it.

What kind of characteristic significance?

[spohkh]

It is as you say. Time, though moving at a regular pace, moves differently here. Rather, time 'outside' is unaffected.

[Spock ponders the next question for a moment...]

To borrow a human phrase, it is merely 'a hunch'... [How very unscientific of him.]

[descrier]

I see. The information here seems to be very limited, other than what I have found about different worlds, but nothing on the place itself. A hunch is sometimes all we have to go on when it comes to finding the absolute.

[spohkh]

Your logic is sound.

My I inquire as to your name?

[descrier]

[ She hesitates for a good moment, briefly wondering if the nature of her name has any meaning over public network now. Is there ever truly an escape from being snapped into the jaws of people who are much more powerful than you? ]

Marita.

And yours?

[spohkh]

Spock. It is well to make your acquaintance Miss Marita.

I have several theories regarding the nature of this place... if you are so inclined I would be amenable to discussing this subject further.

[descrier]

As it is yours, Mr. Spock. [ Although he cannot see it, she briefly furrows her eyebrows, then passes onward to more important matters. ]

I would be very interested in hearing your theories. As well as any pertinent knowledge that you know about this place. When one is abducted it is harder to find viable information, but there is bound to be something found within speculation.

[spohkh]

That is well. Perhaps it would be preferred to meet in person for such a discussion.

Though I must admit that I am curious as to your own curiosity. I have not met many who so interested in the realm of science. May I inquire as to occupation before entering Luceti?

[descrier]

If you do not mind, I would prefer we meet in a more public place to discuss these matters.

International relations and human rights.

[spohkh]

That is fine... perhaps at one of the tea shops located in the central square?


Ah yes... that would imply a government organization correct?

[descrier]

That would work well enough. How soon would you like to meet?

United Nations. More of an organization than working with the State or Government. We usually provide ambivalence and negotiation as to avoid conflict between countries, rather than attempt to meddle with their politics. Although, that too is sometimes required.

[spohkh]

I am amenable to meeting now if you are available. If not, we can arrange another time.

[Spock... has lots of questions for Miss Marita... but he will wait until they can meet.]

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[descrier]

Now is perfectly fine, I'll be there in a few minutes.

[ Marita touches up a bit on her make-up, fixes any stray hairs that may have arisen, and gives one last look in the mirror before she leaves her room. It does not take her long to discover the tea house, easily finding the way from her earlier assessment. She is not quite sure what to expect ― in both meeting Spock and conversing with someone in public who isn't in any consortium, a double agent, or anything else she has dealt with the past few years of her life.

It is a strange and terrifying thought to her that, while on the business of Luceti, this is not meant to be a conversation about the conspiracies she was used to and dabbled in. The freedom it expressed is far too false for her to find any comfort in for how much she's endured. A bird does not leave it's open cage without the contemplation of flying first.

Hesitantly, she opens the door to the teashop and takes a step inside. ]

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[spohkh]

Very well... [Spock cuts the connection and grabs his coat on the way out the door..

He is looking forward to conversing with Miss Marita... there are very few people who are interested in such things...

It does not take him long to make it to the tea shop... and looks around for someone who may be her...]

[descrier]

[ She almost does not recognize him as she waits patiently at a table close to an empty corner. The dissonance between what she recognized and what she now sees seems to be two different things, but it is a quiet wonder she will keep in her head for she's dealt with far stranger things than characters considered fictional in her world. ]

Mr. Spock... [ Her voice is smooth as she rises to greet him with her hand extended and her demeanor all business, despite the casual setting of the teashop. ] Marita Covarrubias.

I hope you don't mind that I've already ordered while waiting. [ She motions to the table where her tea sits steaming and untouched. ]

[spohkh]

[Spock makes sure to sufficiently support his mental shields... and takes her hand in a firm grasp in greeting.]

Not at all...

[Spock lets go and gestures to the clerk at the counter... who gives Spock his usual mint tea... and joins Marita at her table.]

May I inquire as to how you have been adjusting to Luceti?

[descrier]

[ Despite her legs being tucked underneath her, her back remains straight, fingers laced in her lap. For only a brief moment, she observes him as if she were reading his move like that of a chess game ― processing his words into information as she has so learned to do the past few years of her life.

She shifts a little bit. ] The wings feel strange, but since I've yet to witness any of the strange so-called experiments yet myself... the adjustment has been going well.

[spohkh]

That is well. Though I will extend a warning regarding the wings... they are rather sensitive at first. [Do not as Spock how he knows that...]

The experiments though... I am afraid I can issue no warning except to mentally prepare yourself. [Spock gives her a look that implies that 'yes, they can be tough'...

...and takes a sip of his tea.]

[descrier]

[ She gives a nod. Marita briefly looks down at her tea, but makes no move to take a sip. ]

What are the purpose of these wings? Other than to provide some kind of warning by these... so-called scientists.

[spohkh]

[Spock takes another thoughtful sip of his tea...]

Communication purposes. It would seem that the Malnosso use things wings as a means for everyone to understand each other's language. Otherwise... they seem to serve no further purpose...

[Which is rather unfortunate... Spock wouldn't have minded if he could fly.]

However, if they are damaged too severely, you die. Though you return in a week's time, there is a penalty for death. Something about you is... taken away.