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[talentd_tongue]

Lieutenant Uhura to Bridge. I--

[Scuffling, followed by the sound of several empty wooden crates falling from a considerable height and breaking on a concrete floor, and then a surprised/frightened gasp.]

Shit!

[A moment if silence and a clearing of the throat, and we're just going to pretend that didn't happen, all right?]I was following the

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[inferable]

[Just taking a moment here first.]

Lieutenant Uhura.

[audio forever, cause all she's got is an earpiece]

[talentd_tongue]

[Oh, the relief is so palpable it's not even funny.]

Commander Spock.

[Another fumble and the sound of something else hitting the floor after a considerable fall.]

I think I'd like to get down now.

[inferable]

Remain exactly where you are.

[He takes a few moments to start working on his PADD to track the signal back to her. Walking may not be a strength of his right now, but Uhura's one person he's willing to push himself for.]

It may take me some time to reach you.

[talentd_tongue]

Yes, Commander.

[So there's a pause and some creaking, though nothing that quite sounds like a catwalk crashing to the floor just yet. Clearly something not so great is going on, and now that shock is settling, she's processing that. She's pretty sure she doesn't want to know the answer, but still she asks the question.]

Commander... There's something wrong, isn't there?

[inferable]

[In the background, there's the sounds of him slowly making his way outside, a message already sent to request a cab. It'd be far quicker that way.]

Correct. We have been brought to the core of a nexus of realities. There are those here from similar realities to our own. But so too are there those whose worlds differ entirely. Time is also a factor. There are those from both the past and the future, and as of yet, there has been little progress made in finding a way to return.

[talentd_tongue]

...Oh.

I-- I don't...

[She's never known him to be subtle or to treat her with kid gloves, so logically there's no reason for him to start now, but it's still an awful lot to take in... especially the last bit.]

[There are a few metallic thuds, footsteps on a metal grid floor, then a thump, a grating/scratching sound, and after a moment the crash of quite a lot of debris hitting the floor. Then silence, and the creepy creaking of the catwalk swaying slightly. She totally just backed into a big pile of crap and knocked it over. Way to go, kiddo.]

[inferable]

[That has him stopping short, even as the cab rolls up the street toward him. He's too busy trying to focus on just what's going on.]

Lieutenant? What just happened?

[talentd_tongue]

[A little narration for the benefit of those who can't see what's going on would probably be a good thing.]

I'm fine. I knocked over some-- I'm fine.

[First a creak while she sits down carefully, so that doesn't happen again. Then a slow breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. Her eyes are adjusting to the dark and the reality of her situation is hitting her. Later, when she is someplace safe and private, she will flip her shit. Right now she just needs to keep it together.]

Just hurry.

[inferable]

I'll be there in approximately twelve minutes.

[Hopefully. At least he's not left walking the entire way. His voice is quieter when he continues; softer, even.]

...be careful, Nyota.

[And then he's disconnecting to instead focus on the task of actually getting there.]

[talentd_tongue]

[She can almost hear the silence on the other side of the line now. Probably just nerves. Still...]

Spock?

[All right. Twelve minutes. She can make it twelve minutes.]

[talentd_tongue]

[OOC: Also, I should put up a log? y/n?]

[inferable]

ooc; Can do! Though I'm being v.distracted by Comic Relief tonight so I may be pretty slow.

[talentd_tongue]

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