[video] 1st Transmission Star date 44131.5

[multispacialklingon]

[B'Elanna can be seen standing in a hallway of the ship. She looks confused, because this is not where she imagined she would be when she went to sleep last night. She was on the Delta Flyer. She checked her left hand quickly, as she relaxed as the ring that Tom placed on her finger was still there. He hand when to her comm]

This is Lt. B'Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer of the Federation Starship Voyager. I seem to have misplaced my husband. If anyone could tell me where the Bridge or Engineering are. I would be.... grateful.

Ten Forward - Mardi Gras (Peggy Carter & Alec Lightwood)

[therightpartner]

Peggy Carter

Valentine's day hadn't gone quite the way Peggy anticipated. Which shouldn't surprise her, really. Nothing had gone the way that she had expected since she'd appeared aboard the shiop. But that was something she refused to linger over. The Enterprise was a blessing that Peggy had never thought she'd see and she was going to experience every new situation presented to her.

So instead of being embarrassed when she stepped into the lounge and her pantsuit turned to the sort of outfit a showgirl would be proud to wear, she didn't even fumble a step, adjusting to the change with aplomb. Actually, it was rather pretty even if it covered less than Peggy preferred. There was nothing wrong with looking more like a fan dancer than an agent. It was Mardi Gras and she had never had a chance to celebrate the holiday. Moving to the bar, she ordered a drink, watching the festivities while trying to decide which of the delicacies she should try first.

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Alec Lightwood

There was a sharp pang of homesickness when Alec saw the party in Ten Forward. For a moment, he half expected to see Magnus there, wearing some blinding combination of colors and his hair spiked with gold glitter, catlike eyes lighting up with happiness when he caught sight of Alec. But no... Magnus wasn't here even if he would love a party.

Somehow the loneliness seemed to lessen when he moved toward his usual table and his clothes shifted into something new. A black suit similar to what he'd worn to Jocylyn's wedding with a gold vest and something obscuring his vision slightly. Reaching up, he ran his fingers lightly over the edge of a mask that felt like it was a cat design. Touching his hair, he chuckled softly when he noticed blue glitter coating his fingertips. There was probably matching eyeliner to go with it. He'd have to get a picture later to include with his stories since Magnus would demand one once he got home.

So not Kansas | Open!

[tryit]

You can't grow up on an Avengers world without strange occurrences being a part of your life every now again, least growing up in New York City. Superheroes flying around in metal suits or wielding god-like powers or turning into giant green hulks are just par course. No biggie, not really. Maybe a frustration to some people, but Kate Bishop had always seen them as an inspiration. Just like the time she spent in soup kitchens as a kid, these were people doing their own part to make the world a better place.

Yeah, there was a big cost sometimes. A painful cost. Superheroes put their lives at risk every fight. Some of them die. Others just make stupid ass mistakes that ought to make them grateful to have the plucky partner more than willing to save them from themselves.

Which is why, after a good night's sleep in her own bed in her own apartment for the first time in months, the very first thing Kate thinks of doing when she wakes up the next morning isn't to check in with her dad or sister. It's to check in with that other Hawkeye. You know, the one not nearly as cool or suave and who always manages to find some sort of excuse to turn bandages into this year's fashion statement.

(If he ever even noticed that she was gone for the past couple of weeks. Because that's all it's been, hasn't it? A couple of weeks despite the fact that it had seemed much more like months. Time and dimension hopping: fun for everyone determined to keep to a linear timeline.)

Still, strange things happen in New York City. Often. Which is why, rather than freaking out, she only blinks when Clint's lobby disappears and is instead replaced with a completely unfamiliar setting. She places her hand on her hip and looks around. And smirks.

"I know I was gone for a few months saving the world and everything," Kate begins as she walks further in the room, not necessarily addressing anyone in particular but the room at large, "but c'mon, Clint. It wasn't that long. Definitely not long enough to build a bar in your building's lobby."

She hadn't even made it up to his apartment yet. Yeah, maybe she should have called before coming over and actually checked to see if he was home or patrolling. But surprise had sounded more fun at the time. Besides, after all that time travelling on Noh-Varr's ship, it felt good to be back on the back of her bike, weaving in and out of the New York traffic en route to Bed-Stuy.

Motorbike helmet tucked under one arm, Kate rests her bow on the ground as she takes in the room. Her purple leather jacket covers half of her normal spandex. Superhero or not, she's only human. And New York Decembers are chilly. Her bow and quiver rest across her back but she doesn't make any movement to grab either. So far, no sign of hostility from the natives. No reason to be hostile in return.

"Okay. Anyone want to fill me in on where I really am? Cause, Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore."

Pavel Chekov Intro, before the Mardia Gras Event | Open

[9_5victor_victor_2]

Chekov was furious. He didn't like the fact he was being forced to stay in a restricted area. Nor, did he like the fact that they were treating him like a child and didn't seem to believe that he was acting Chief Engineer of the Enterprise. They had laughed at him. That only made it worse. He knew his own voice was getting louder as he argued with the security.

It took every ounce of control he had to not start a fight there. Even if here were three of them and they were all taller then he... It didn't mean anything. He could have handled them just fine. But it wouldn't give him the answers as to why he was here in the first place. This was the main reason that held him from starting a fight as he turned around to find an empty table instead.

Swearing softly in Russian, Chekov sat down and tossed his goggles he had yanked off to the side. He knew his own face was a bright shade of red from anger and humiliation. He knew he probably looked awful too, his curly hair a mess, his face smudged with smoke residue and dirt, and his red shirt also covered in burn marks and stains. He also was quite exhausted. None of this was important though. Not right now. He just knew that this wasn't his Enterprise. It was a very updated Enterprise and, Chekov was quite keen on wanting to explore her. Only again he wasn't allowed.

He also just wanted to know what had happened. Why was he here? The last thing he remembered the ship was falling apart and he was rapidly trying to keep her together in Scotty's absence. Then Captain Kirk had managed to save her. The last thing he had been fretting over was if Bones would be able to save Captain Kirk. So much had happened...and now he was in this strange ship with no one wanting to cooperate and give him answers.

Fine since no one was going to be helpful, Chekov pulled out his PADD. Maybe he could find answers this way.