Captain's Log; Star Date 2258.87 [Voice]
[Captain's Log/Private/Unhackable]Captain's Log, Star Date 2258.87. Personal. Commander Spock, Lieutenant Uhura, and Ensign Chekov have all left the City, leaving only myself, Dr. McCoy, and Chief Engineer Scott here. I can only assume that they have gone back to the Enterprise, although I have no reason to believe they haven't.
I'm not doing enough here. My father didn't sacrifice his life so I could sit in some City between dimensions bouncing bars. I need to keep looking for a way out and find a way to do something productive here in the City.[/Private]
I have to respect the creativity of whoever generates these curses. Sure, they repeat a few every now and then, but for the most part they keep things different. That can't be easy. They're still bastards for messing with us, but they're creative bastards.
Blair, I never thanked you for putting up with me during the curse where I thought I was a regional manager. I think I owe you a real dinner for that. I also owe you a bike ride.
[Private to Dr. McCoy/Unahackable]
Bones, can I ask you a question?
[/Private]
I'm not doing enough here. My father didn't sacrifice his life so I could sit in some City between dimensions bouncing bars. I need to keep looking for a way out and find a way to do something productive here in the City.[/Private]
I have to respect the creativity of whoever generates these curses. Sure, they repeat a few every now and then, but for the most part they keep things different. That can't be easy. They're still bastards for messing with us, but they're creative bastards.
Blair, I never thanked you for putting up with me during the curse where I thought I was a regional manager. I think I owe you a real dinner for that. I also owe you a bike ride.
[Private to Dr. McCoy/Unahackable]
Bones, can I ask you a question?
[/Private]