First Entrance!

[and_she_waited]

When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend. And when I grew up, he came back. He's called the Doctor, he comes from somewhere else; he's got a box called the TARDIS that's bigger on the inside and can travel anywhere in time and space. I ran away with him, and this is the story of how he changed my life...

You know that lovely sound a TARDIS makes? It's sort of a whoosh, or a hum, or a whoom-WHEEEM, rwhooom-REEEM? Some would say it's the loveliest sound in the universe, because it means something wonderful is coming.

Only this time, there is no sound. Just a step, and a little stumble, and a brand new room.

Amy blinks, freezing in the middle of Ten Forward.

"Doctor?" she calls, glancing about. "Rory? Doctor! Rory!"

Oh, what has he done now? If this is a joke, she's not going to laugh. Frankly, his sense of humour is abysmal. "Where am I?"

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[fallaces_sunt]

"The USS Enterprise," says the (apparently) American redhead to Amy's left. She's wearing an office-appropriate blouse under a loose cardigan-looking garment, loose slacks, and the tops of some fingerless leather gloves can be seen.

"A bunch of us got pulled in."

[and_she_waited]

Amy whirls.

"Who are you?" she demands, giving the other redhead a once-over. "...And why does that sound familiar?"

The last half is partly to herself.

[fallaces_sunt]

"Natasha."

Pause.

"Which part sounds familiar?"

[and_she_waited]

Natasha, oi. Even her name makes her sound mysterious.

"Amy," she offers, taking a few wary steps closer. "The part about the ship. Enterprise? What part of the universe is this?"

icon is strictly for Natasha's inner feelings

[fallaces_sunt]

We're in Star Trek, she doesn't say. Maybe this girl's world doesn't have it, as horrible that sounds.

Star Trek.

"A long way from Earth. And potentially in a completely different universe from yours in the first place."

lol, poor Natasha

[and_she_waited]

"I'm used to that," she says, with the air of a woman who doesn't need to be pandered to. "Where's the Doctor? And my husband."

[fallaces_sunt]

...yep, Amy, you have the sci-fi geek peering at you a little sharper now. Just a little.

"Back where you were, probably. As I said, a bunch of us got pulled here."

[morphitudinous]

"Hey, are you all right?" a young teen asks her some time later. He's at a table nursing what appears to be a completely ordinary coffee, and he's looking up from behind his glasses with concerned eyes.

"I'm guessing the forces that be aren't done with kidnapping people from across time and space," he muses, perhaps alarmingly.

[and_she_waited]

She doesn't scare easily, though he is going to get a rather hard look for his trouble.

"Who's that, then?" she asks, picking the worthier question.

She's fine, if a little annoyed.

[morphitudinous]

"That we're not entirely sure of yet," he admitted, awkwardly glancing at his feet. "Just that we were told there's a powerful force behind the disruption. The crew of this ship isn't telling us more than they strictly need to."

He's not happy about that, but he understands. He guesses.

[and_she_waited]

Huh, well that just won't do. Amy frowns, taking another gander about, and moves in closer.

"What's your name? Are you part of the crew?" she asks. "How long 'ave you been here?"

[morphitudinous]

"My name's Billy, and no I'm not," he explains, gesturing to some crew members idling around the bar. "Generally the crew wears uniforms like those. And I keep losing track of time, but I guess I've been here a little over a week?"

Maybe two? He's usually quite good at tracking things, but in boredom he tends to lose count.

[and_she_waited]

"A week?" she cries. "So some random alien with a god complex starts movin' people around the universe, and nobody's done anything to stop it?"

Oh, if the Doctor were here, he would... no, Amy would ask him why they haven't been by to help yet. It's deplorable.

[i_candozat]

"Do you need ze doctor?" asks a young man in a Starfleet uniform--or at least most of it, he's taken the gold overshirt off--with a concerned expression. Or, that is, until she voices her second question, because injured people rarely have the presence of mind to ask where they are.

"You are aboard ze USS Enterprise-D."

[and_she_waited]

Amy stares at the man in his odd uniform with his odd accent on this frankly odd ship, not sure whether to trust him.

"Yes. I do. Where is he?" she retaliates, each sentence short and clipped. "How did I get here? Why am I here?"

[i_candozat]

Well. She could distrust Pavel, and that might be standard for her--but the seventeen-year-old Russian is not, we should note, the least bit threatening-looking.

"She is likely in sickbay," he replies, though he's trying to be helpful in the face of getting such short responses. "Doctor McCoy may be with her, I do not know. But as to how and vhy...zat is harder to explain," he says with the smallest of shrugs, as if he's apologizing for being that unhelpful. Even if it is the best he ca do. "Zere vas an...unknown anomaly zat gathered many of us here, where ve do not belong. Zat is all ve know, so far."

[and_she_waited]

That is precisely why she doesn't trust him.

"She?" Amy asks, thinking for a moment that something's really happened. "Oh, no. Not just any doctor, the Doctor. Tall, scarecrow, Raggedy Man, likes to wear bow ties."

Anything ringing a bell? "And who is 'we'?"

[i_candozat]

"She, da," he replies. "Doctor Bewerly Crusher. Ze--apparently, ze Chief Medical Officer aboard. There is also Doctor McCoy, but no one like zis person you describe, or not zat I hawe seen," he says.

In answer to who the aforementioned 'we' is, Pavel simply turns and gestures to the lounge at large. "Anyone who is here? Ve are not all from zis ship, not ewen zis time. You see the ones in ze uniforms? They are Starfleet. Ze rest...are not."

It's somewhat confusing, we understand. Pavel is just waiting for a solution. Because without him, who knows what Sulu is getting up to with Kirk having no McCoy to temper him either. And Pavel likes his pilot. He really likes his pilot in one piece, which almost did not happen the last time Kirk was unsupervised.

[and_she_waited]

Good lord, has he ever been introduced to the letter 'V' in his life? Amy's not that bad with accents, but she has to pay closer attention than normal just to keep up.

"Starfleet? What, like, future military in space?" she asks, having a look over their uniforms. "Why do I think I've heard that name before? What is this, some kind of battle cruiser?"

[decideformyself]

While in the course of gathering information on the case of the mass kidnapping, Philip has been observing and gathering data on new arrivals. As far as he can tell, the majority of people seem to appear in the lounge, Ten Forward, so that's where he's been hanging out for the most part.

When Amy appears, he's in the middle of reading up on something. The flash of light catches his interest and he glances up, closes his book, and approaches her.

"How do you feel?" he asks simply. "Are you experiencing any disorientation?"

[and_she_waited]

What the bloody hell? She isn't a science project!

"Annoyed," she answers. "And, quite frankly, steamed. The only disorientation I'm feelin' is from being in a strange room. What's the idea?"

Obviously this is his fault.

[decideformyself]

"I see... Yes, that fits with my previous data." Philip taps his chin and turns aside in thought. "That's nothing new. When and where were you just before this?"

[and_she_waited]

"Are you mad?" she asks.

She's genuinely curious. She asked you a question, bub!

"I was in the TARDIS. The 'when' doesn't matter, it gets – wibbly. Oi, I asked you what I'm doing here, you know. Who are you?"

[decideformyself]

"Hm?" He glances back to her. That's an interesting statement. "That is the problem I'm attempting to solve right now. By comparing and contrasting each of our points of origin, I hypothesize that some pattern may emerge. But yours is an answer I haven't heard before -- what do you mean by 'wibbly'?" He moves his hand as he speaks, and leans in close as he says that final word.

[and_she_waited]

All right, maybe he isn't behind this then. Maybe. She's still going to eye him up like he's got two heads, though.

"You know. Wobbly," she says.

She can't believe she's doing this.

"...Timey-wimey, look, it's complicated. All right? Why are you doing that?"

She leans back almost the instant he leans in.