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[video] yet another pretend-this-is-several-hours-post-jump post

[Hello, ship. Have a Scotsman. A Scotsman who is no longer covered in goo, has had plenty of time getting more familiar than he'd like with the ship's towels, and is feeling marginally better for having had a shower and getting dressed.

Anyone with an ounce of common sense would be wary of using an unknown communications device to contact an unknown group of people who may or may not be responsible for the waking-up-in-goo fiasco, but Scotty's never exactly been known for his common sense.]

I don't suppose anyone'd be interested in tellin' me what's goin' on. [Do you see this angry pout? Do you?] An' if you're no' interested in tellin' me what's goin' on, would you mind directin' me t'the nearest source of a good stiff drink? [Because demanding alcohol from your captors is sure to work, Scotty.]

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[He's pretty chill like that.]

2258. I've never heard o' time travel on such a massive scale. Theoretically it's possible, but the amount o' energy it'd consume... Ships are one thing, but a crew full o' people, an' from that wide a time gap? It ought t'be impossible.

Hey, science is wicked sharp. Fuck it, it could happen. Maybe they're from five hundreds years ahead of you.

[She is weirdly cheerful about the idea.]

'M Libby.

Scotty. [Have a momentary pause as an idea hits him.] Any idea where I might be able t'find ship schematics? Readouts for the engine, blueprints, that sort o' thing.

No official map. I'm working on one, though. [She transmits it--decks 250-270, parts of Engineering. Only places she's personally been.]

Join the Engineering crew. It's wicked rad.

With the evil bastard of a Chief Engineer? [He quirks a bit of a smile, though, because it's not a bad idea.] Are you in the engineerin' crew, then?

Not yet. Applying. They'd be fucked not to let me in, I'm brilliant.

[Usually, this is a brag. Now and here, it's Libby stating a fact.]

Fuck that bitch, whatev. We can take it apart from the bottom up.

I'm Chief Engineer, on my ship. I imagine they could use an extra pair o' hands or two, on a ship this size. [He takes a moment to look over the schematics for the engineering decks, and... Alright, it's impressive. And getting into engineering would mean finding out more about where he is, at least.] Done much in the way o' engineerin' work before?

Nah. Used to be homeless. Before that--a toy, but whatev. I can get this. I'll be wicked rad, I'm a fucking genius.

[Libby knows how awesome the ship is--she made the map, after all. So she is incredibly eager to work on it. Science!!!]

This ship is the best.

She's no' bad. No' a match for the Enterprise, but no' bad.

[And he's no stranger to young genius. Wet behind the ears doesn't have to mean incapable.] Got a couple tech journals from back home, if you want t'brush up before applyin'. [They were in his locker, which was a nice surprise, even if he's still put out about being here in the first place. And by a few he means enough to keep Libby busy for a year at least. And most of them are digital copies, and thus easily transferred.]

Yes!

[Maybe overeager, but whatever, he offered. And she wants them, instantly, and so bad.]

I--yeah, I want them. Please. Scotty.

[Beaming, it is happening.]

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[He's probably breaking about a thousand time directives just by offering, but he rather enjoys that enthusiasm for engineering, and far be it from him to discourage it.]

Hang on a mo', then. [Time to start transferring files from his PADD to the comms device. Might take a few minutes.] Whoever it was brought me here was at least kind enough t'provide plenty o' readin' material. [Aaaand... Wait for it...] There. Should be headed your way.

[Enthusiasm may even be an understatement. Libby loves engineering, when she loves nothing else--putting things together, taking them apart, that's the only thing in the world that really matters to her. What Scotty is giving her, in data packets she eagerly accepts, is priceless.]

I'll--I'll pay you back, however you want. I fuck wicked rad, people say. [She's already happily scrolling through the introduction to a text.] Or hacking. 'M wicked sharp there.

Oh--oh--this is fucking--

[Libby laughs, loud and bright and eager.]

This is fucking amazing.

[Scotty's pretty much the same way about engineering. Always has been, always will be. Though the offer of a shag in exchange for something freely given... Well, to say that it takes him by surprise would be an understatement. If she were Orion it wouldn't be quite so surprising, but. Well. She's not. So he's torn between enjoying her enjoyment of the texts, and being a bit flustered because he is a gentleman okay Libby.]

Put them t'good use. That's all I need in return.

[It speaks hideously about Libby's life that all these grown men rejecting her offers of sex seem strange.

But Libby, herself, doesn't care--in fact, she relishes what she perceives as strangeness. She hates sex, anyway, and Scotty (specifically) is giving her information. Put it to use? Libby will fucking own it.]

Your time is fucking rad. [She--giggles, she is a weird creature.] I will own this. Fucking Smiley is done.

[Scotty doesn't hate sex, he just has to be a ~gentleman~ about it. Or at least get a bit of flirting in before the subject's brought up.

But once again, more important things to worry about.]

Smiley...?

Oh, yeah.

[Libby is distracted by PROGRAMMING!!! And SCIENCE!!! Hence, her tone is very off hand.]

Some fucking weirdo who keeps haunting the ship. A ghost, whatev? Probably behind people screaming behind jumps.

[Smugly. I'll figure him, though. Or her. Or xe. Who cares, going down.

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Now the ship's haunted too? [Oy. Scotty, unfortunately, is the superstitious sort. And having been raised on dark and grim Scottish fairy tales definitely doesn't help.]

No' sure I like the sound o' that.

Haunted or--no one knows WTF.

[Internet acronyms IRL. You are the worst, Libby. The worst.]

It's fucked. But we'll totes bust it! Fuck whoever Smiley is, total ass. We'll wreck his shit.

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[Yeah, Scotty doesn't understand internet acronyms. He's from the future where such things are a bit archaic. (There are sandwiches there, however.)]

Just how long has everyone else been here?

It goes back eight months, apparently. Every month the ship jumps and--fuck do I want to play with that engine.

[You are going to kill everyone, Libby.]

Like--a jump through space. Star Wars hyperspace shit. You know Star Wars? It's fucking great. Old as fuck but I love it.

Sorry, no' familiar with it, no. [He frowns though, muttering to himself a moment as he jots a few things down. Jump. Hyperspace. It sounds like a less elegant version of going to warp.] What's the story behind the goo, then?

'Kay, you have to be in the goo during a jump or--[Libby makes an explosion sound, with hand gestures to match.]

You're fucked sideways, in essence. No idea why, but--goo! Important for not dying.

If I can get Star Wars here I'm sending it to you. It may be the best.

Then the ship's no' got any shieldin' t'keep the crew safe durin' a jump?

Nope. Also it's full of screaming.

[...at least try to sound scared, girl.]

Serious design flaw. But maybe it's unavoidable. The couches do keep us intact, so--yeah, maybe it's unavoidable.

That's got t'be why it's so easy t'transport people aboard durin' a jump... It's why transwarp beamin' is so tricky, y'know. Because no' only are you tryin' t'send the signal t'a ship movin' faster'n the speed o' light - or out o' it, o' course - but you've got t'match the signal frequency t'the frequency o' the warp bubble generated by the nacelles. [Oh hi impromptu technobabble. Get used to it, he does it a lot.]

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