Watch you circle the drain.

[mr_chekov]

WHO: Pasha Chekov and OPEN.
WHAT: Moping about.
WHERE: CGM or rarely around town.
WHEN: All this week
NOTES: Tell me when and where and I'll accommodate you.
WARNINGS:

She had called in sick for the week, stating 'personal problems'. They would think her a freak if they actually knew she'd come back from the dead, there was still a  stubborn little part

Comments

thursday, late afternoon, if you please ^_^

[talentd_tongue]

Uhura had been checking up on Pasha every day since she'd found her covered in garbage and convinced she was still dead. Not in an annoying way, she hoped. She didn't hover. She just made sure that she at least caught sight of the head of curls and the dazed expression. She'd see her on her way out, she'd see her on her way in. Sometimes she tried to feed her. Occasionally it worked

[mr_chekov]

Shchenok was seated on the young woman's lap, curled more like a cat than a puppy, having his ear scratched behind his ear. His owner had been immensely glad when she'd been able to hold him and hadn't let him out of her sight ever since. She had to make up for being so horrible to him unintentionally after all. The dog perked up, it was Lady again! Lady who had fed him when Mistress was ignoring him. His tail started wagging manically.

Pasha hardly looked away from the window, where she was watching trees barely moving in the breeze before silently nodding, talking required thought and Pasha didn't want to think if it wasn't necessary. Her brain was the enemy at the moment, with it's constant reminders of what had happened to her, fixating on it, making her progressively more paranoid and terrified. If she didn't think then her brain could make her focus on anything. Which was perfect about now.

[talentd_tongue]

Uhura sat in the chair and sighed, smoothing the short skirt of her uniform reflexively to make sure she maintained the requisite modesty it so often tried to rob her of. It felt good to sit. She'd been walking all day. Lots to do, after all, before Monday. "I am exhausted." The girl didn't seem to be picking up on the Russian or the accent, so it was possible that it was just being lost entirely, but Uhura kept it up anyway. It couldn't possibly hurt things. "Have you been sitting here all day?" Uhura pulled her bag up onto her lap and began looking through it, her hands passing over things and dismissing them because of texture so that her eyes could remain on Pasha. She didn't look well. Had McCoy seen to her yet today?

[mr_chekov]

It had been a long time since Pasha had worn her actual uniform, if she remembered correctly it had been used to try and get Nolan out of a hole by making a rope and throwing it down to him, at any rate, she was covered almost head to toe with a high necked jumper and ankle length skirt. Pasha was modest normally, but it was unusual for her to cover herself up to this extent.

"Not all day." The navigator finally spoke quietly in reply. No, she'd had to feed Shchenok and let him out and then go get him, but otherwise, yes, she'd been sat right here, wanting to go and do something. Anything in fact, but she couldn't force herself out of the threshold of the mansion. There were too many unknown factors and variables out there for guarantee her own safety.

[talentd_tongue]

"That's good. Because it's really a lovely day." Uhura's fingers touched the smooth and slippery texture of the crinkly cellophane bag, and she smiled and pulled it out. "I got something for you." They were Russian lollipops. The tailor Uhura had found was a lovely old Russian woman who'd apparently been the seamstress for a czar at some point before her arrival to the city. There was no way to verify her story, of course, but her work was amazing, and Uhura was not willing to show up to her first day at the Tower in a suit that gave any hint of not being made to fit her body exactly

[mr_chekov]

Oh. She knew what those were. A memory came back to her, a pleasant one this time, sitting in her grandmother's dining room at the table, doing her homework at double pace while she sucked on a lollipop, focus utterly on her work. The sight of them snapped the young woman out of her reprieve that she'd been stuck into, looking away from the window and cocking her head ever so slightly to the left in curiosity

[talentd_tongue]

Result! Uhura took a pop for herself and then set the rest of the bag on the small table near the window for Pasha to have later. "It's a nice place. I walked by a restaurant on my way back here, the food smelled amazing."

She took the wrapper from her candy and popped it into her mouth. Yep. Soap. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, just... soapy. There was no other way to describe it. "You should come with me when I go back to pick up my clothes. We could have lunch. I love pierogis and those... what do you call them? They're like little pancakes... and you put sour cream on them?" Uhura was talking about blini. She knew exactly what they were, and even theoretically how to make them, but she wanted to engage Pasha in something. Taste had worked so far.

[mr_chekov]

A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the taste. Smiling still felt weird in retrospect when she thought seriously of what had happened to her, but then again, she figured she needed to take all the opportunities to smile that she could. It was familiar and it also tugged at her heartstrings that Uhura had gone out of her way to bring her something. She'd also been the one to find her, more than her own crewmate had done for her. Or any of her friends. Nobody had even noticed she was gone.

"Blinis." She answered, pulling the treat away from her mouth so she could talk unobstructed, lips a sticky red. "I hawe not had those for a good few years." Her brother, Alexander had always made the best blinis for the whole family.

Food was most definitely the way to the small navigator's heart.

[talentd_tongue]

"Blinis," Uhura repeated with a snap of her fingers. "Yes. That's it. I love those. I would have stopped for some, but I wanted to get back here and tell you about my day." Also, she wasn't all that hungry. The soap candy had filled her up. Food seemed to be the way to get her talking, so maybe if she bled food into other areas of the conversation, she could widen what Pasha responded to. "It's nice to see you smile. You look like Pavel when you smile. Prettier, of course. I bet you have his metabolism." She put a trace of envy in her voice when she said this. "I've never seen anyone eat so much and stay so skinny."

[mr_chekov]

"Pavel." So that was his name, she finally had confirmation. Pasha looked up, cocking her head, some of her old self returning for a few moments. "His name will be Pavel...Andreievich Chekov? Keptain Jim, he told me about his Chekov but he only called him Chekov." Her counterpart being male was becoming worryingly frequent. She didn't like the thought that there were two other male Chekovs out there to her one female Chekov. Surely being a girl made much more sense.

"I ran often." Pasha replied by the wayside. "Run, rather." She added as an afterthought. Running was going to be put of for a little while for just now, and she had mentally put in a curfew for herself.

[talentd_tongue]

"I call him Chekov, too," Uhura admitted. When they spoke. It hadn't been often, but she'd thought there would be time. There would be time. She'd just have to get through this little bump in the road, first.

So, Pasha ran. She'd never seen Pavel run, but they lived on a very large ship, and rarely crossed paths when they weren't both on shift. Well... she'd never seen him run recreationally. She'd seen everyone run. "We should go running when you feel up to it. It's nicer to have a partner." Not to mention safer.

[mr_chekov]

"Ewerybody calls me Chekov on the ship. Other than Hikaru. He and me use first names." She quietly admitted, feeling a pang of nausea when she thought of her best friend back on the Enterprise. It was a good thing he wasn't here, he would have freaked out beyond belief if he knew what had happened to her. But at the same time, he would have probably known she'd gone missing for such a number of days. It had always been in his nature to be protective. They both were, they watched each other's backs.

"I hawe not been running in a while." She confessed, not since the incident with Nikita, even then, whenever she did she went out with her phaser strapped to her leg for close reach. Danger was around every corner it seemed.

[talentd_tongue]

"Well then we'll have to go when you're feeling up to it." Decision made. Uhura hoped that if she just made the plans rather than asked, Pasha would start thinking about them as definite things in her future and not just possibilities.

Hikaru Sulu. Uhura knew it wasn't a gender neutral first name. She added one more tick in her mind regarding their second alternate versions. Then, because she couldn't not wonder, and she hadn't yet asked... "Is Commander Spock male or female where you come from?" It was conversation. Perfectly legitimate conversation. She was taking the girl's mind off the here and now. Nothing more.

[mr_chekov]

The Russian nodded her head inchingly to indicate her agreement. Running together would be safer than running by herself and it might be nice to have somebody to run with. She'd always ran by herself previously.

"Male." She answered. "But the person here did not recognise myself or Doctor McCoy, my uniwerse's Doctor McCoy that is not the male one. So I assume there is another uniwerse out there that has a male Pavel Chekov and Commander Spock in it. I am doing some research on it in my spare time."

[talentd_tongue]

"My universe," Uhura said. "This Spock is my Spock. He knows me." Probably not the best possible phrasing, but that was all right. She wasn't sure why it should matter, that somewhere out there an Uhura she did not know wasn't with Spock. No, that wasn't it... wasn't able to be there for Spock. Who did he turn to, then, when he needed someone to tell him it was all right to feel? Maybe they were friends. She and Spock had been just friends for a long time. Maybe that was easier, in some ways. More equal. "There's probably even a universe where everyone is switched. If every variation that can exist does exist, then there has to be."

[mr_chekov]

"That is certainly one of the theories that I am presuming. It makes me wonder which the branching out point was for all of the uniwerses to begin splitting and the differences between them." Pasha answered. She knew if she went into it properly that she would begin to ramble and her voice was already a little raspy from her continued silences. A lecture to Uhura on things she probably already knew wouldn't help either of them.

"Does that mean Hikaru is a woman where you are from?" She asked, quietly amused.