#☾ strange new worlds. _________ ⋆˚ *･༓ it’s good to get mad sometimes.

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❛      It is nothing against you.   I think… Maybe you pissed off that tellarite who was glaring at you, I don’t know.     ❜       Christine tutted, opening the doors to the quarters that had been assigned to their guest, making a sweeping motion for her to go on in.      ❛      Let’s just say that last time we had someone on the ship who was working on relief efforts and took us to an uncharted part of space things did not turn out well.   They are wary.     ❜      

@patternsrhyme​    •        starter call.

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The confusion which now reigns supreme seems unimportant when he leans into her.    There is no hesitation in her body, immediately embracing him, fingers sliding from his jaw into the back of his neck, smoothing down the dark blonde strands there.      

There is something about his words which bothers her.    Emotions are wearing thin, however, and she can’t fully parse now why the possessive before admiral rankles around in her brain, something there she isn’t fully seeing.    His sadness is as overwhelming as his joy, and there is only so much that her mind can focus on.    The tears she feels seeping into the fabric of her shirt appearing much more important than a strange sentence.

Another piece of the puzzle.    The back of her mind continues churning to understand, while she, at this moment, continues being driven purely by the emotions of the here and now, fully immersed in dealing with what she is seeing;    more of a nurse these days, than a scientist, unable to separate her heart from the situation at hand.

❛    Yes, it does!    Of course it does!   You are not a bad omen, not to me, and not to anyone else.   But especially not to me.      ❜       He had given her so much happiness, brought so much warmth and joy into her life, that her protestations were nothing short of vehement, even if she couldn’t move much.   The steel was carried in her tone, in the strength of her hands as she tightened her grip on him.    ❛    So you just...   what?   Pushed me away before you got the chance to screw things up with me?    I don’t know, Bal.   I’d have liked a choice in that.      ❜   

Christine knows too much to deny there are strange forces in this universe, in the off-chance that he is right, she’d still take the risk.   It was worth it.   He was worth it.    ❛    Bad things happen all the time, you’re right, so don’t take something good away from me.      ❜

ㅤIt is not your job to look after me. Balfour couldn’t look at her. Instead, his eyes fixed themselves on her shoulder, on the ends of her hair, on her throat. Anywhere but her face, but her eyes. It came on slowly. He was out of practice with crying, not having given himself the opportunity to do so for… oh, a couple of years? It certainly wasn’t healthy but, well, here was the pay-off of it all.

ㅤ“ I… ” The words were coming slowly, and Balfour had to pause briefly to cover his face with his free hand. His grip on Christine’s arm tightened, pleading, almost, for… something he didn’t know. Was he bad luck? Or just awful at his job? Things turned to shit wherever he went, the closer people got to him and the more likely they were to end up hurt. Balfour kept thinking about the time loop, about all that dying and the way it stuck on a person.

ㅤ He looked up at her, then, hand that had covered his face dropping to his side. As valiant an effort as he had made at holding back his tears, he could do so no longer.

ㅤ“ Does it matter? I – I don’t… Things keep happening. All the time, and I tell myself I can – I try and do something and – ” The right words whipped away from him like leaves caught in a gust of wind. Bad omen, bad officer. Did it matter which it was? Much without thinking, Balfour closed his eyes, shook his head, and finally leaned forward to rest his head against Christine’s shoulder. “ You are my person. And I love you. And I – ” He couldn’t say it. The words wouldn’t come. A few more moments and he straightened again, forced himself to look at her. And then he forced the words out anyway. “ I… fucked everything when it mattered. Before. I couldn’t… protect my Admiral and I couldn’t – I couldn’t… Bad things happen out here all the time. And I’m so… I’m so afraid of – of failing you like her. And I’m sorry, I’m just… sorry. You’re my best friend. And it fucking terrifies me. ”

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Clasping her friend’s hand tightly in hers, Christine shoots a quick, apologetic smile to people Lucy had been talking to before dragging her away, pretending to immediately involve her in a very important conversation.       ❛     Sorry, they had me in their clutches. ❜        they had agreed that if it dragged on for too long, they’d save each other, but neither of them counted on the fact they’d both be stuck with the most tedious people alive.        ❛     People who work in the fact they are a scientist into every sentence should not be allowed to leave their labs, my god.    ❜  

@evcryopeneye​    •        starter call.

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Peering up from the padd she was pretending to read, Christine watched as Jay fidgeted in his bed.     With his brother gone, the short peace they got before he started to act like a normal security officer and demand to be released immediately back to active duty was coming to an end.       ❛     The answer is no,     ❜     she calls out, placing the padd back in a drawer and grabbing a deck of cards.     ❛     Ever heard of an old earth game called...   patience?     ❜

@evcryopeneye​     •        starter call.

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❛    Come on, Tony.    It’s not the end of the world.     ❜      Dropping to sit next to him, Christine bumped their shoulders together, offering him a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.    Everyone else had left, artfully giving their visitor a chance to grieve this loss alone.    She, of course, stayed.    ❛    We’ll try again in a few weeks.     ❜ 

Finding a way to return to him to his original timeline had become a passion project for several members of the engineering crew.    It wasn’t just the opportunity to do something nearly impossible that drove them.    It was the chance to help a hero.     His future and present were well established in history books, his brilliance shaping the technology they still used.    He was also, in her eyes, a good and funny man with spectacular taste in music.     ❛    You’ll see.    We’ll get it next time.     ❜    

@dereiserne​      •        starter call.

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Two things can be true. When she asked the question, she was genuenly concerned that there was something wrong with him; as she said, people don't usually wander around here without a good reason. And she had been thankful for the opportunity to shift the focus away from herself. ❛ You sure? Not trying to put on a brave face or something? ❜ Gaze shifts to his body, a quick glance up and down checking him over for obvious injuries.

Thankful to find none, she feels the nerves slip back in. Christine has never been a great liar, open countenance betraying too much of what was going on inside her mind. Holding the bar closer to her body, she goes with a redacted version of the truth, raising her shoulders in a small, hopefully innocent-looking shrug.

❛ Medical supplies, I'm organizing them. That's all. ❜

the face that he wants to make is most likely not the most politically correct one. blue eyes stay trained on the bag , curious as to what a nurse could probably want to stash away for later. words break silence and brows raise , despite the eyes not leaving the bag to meet the source of the vocal disruption. her voice sounds sweet ; like soft honey , safe the way that one would expect a nurses' voice to sound. its interesting to him , that it would still sound that way even when she was doing something wrong. the man had never taken his own voice into consideration ; but he liked to think that it made sense with what he was doing , or at least pretended to.

he's not trying to start the battle , but her question confuses him. ❝ i um , i'm not hurt or nothin'. ❞ the statement is certainly a question. why she had asked it confused him , it wasn't like he had done anything. he wasn't even technically inside medbay he was ( at the door ). but she had a point , the confusion rips his eyes away from the bag for the first time as he tries to read the woman's facial expression for the first time. still confused. ❝ don't change the subject. what's in there. it's not like i'm going to tell anyone , no one would believe me. ❞ he wanted to know , especially now that she didn't want to tell him. what was it , why was it important.

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❛    A saloon,     ❜      Each time she says the word, Christine finds a different way to intonate it.    Erica’s invitation was a surprise, as that wasn’t exactly her scene.    An invitation to go to the bar, or a marathon of scary movies were more her style;   drinking wine and sharing poetry was a surprise.    ❛    Are we sure she didn’t mean a wild-west thing?     ❜  

@elencr​​​     •        starter call.  

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“    you are ridiculous, you know that?    ”    hand perched on her hip, christine srared up at the taller men, a ridiculously long sigh leaving her lips.    it was nothing less than he deserved  —   jumping out of her way when she had been calmly walking down the hallway.      sure, she knocked him on his ass last week, but that was last week and they were in the middle of an emergency, give her a break!    “     dallas, behave.    ”

smol and sweet starter call.      ☾        @tracksdown​

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Large blue eyes were brimming with fear as the man shouted, drawn together at the bridge of her nose where an honest-to-gold old revolver rested.       Words tried to form on her mouth, protests and pleads only to die at her throat, congealed by fear.    

Her usual quick-wit and bravo were gone, snatched away by the gun held at Sam’s temple.

It had been the first thing she noticed when she had been shaken awake by one of their captors.   Half-wild, adrenaline still pumping in her veins from the fight earlier, she had tried to jump up only to be grabbed by the waist by a faceless goon.    She had clawed and screamed, trying to kick him away from her, his threats and heavy-hand barely computing in her mind as she thrashed wildly, her mind focused on one goal   —        find Sam.    It was only when she finally did that the fight was knocked out of her.     In an instant, she went limp, unable to do anything but stare. 

One small movement.     An inch, and he would be gone.     Christine danced with death every single day.    It was her perpetual enemy, a shadow nipping at her heels that she did her best to outrun.    Up there on the medbay, she was working in a controlled environment, one she could influence, years of knowledge backing up every single one of her choices and movements.     It was where she was confidently brilliant.   

Down here, alone and terrified, she was unmoored.  

The man continued shouting, his attention focused on her even though he kept saying Sam Kirk.    ❛     Look!   I have no idea who you think we are and what we’re doing here   —     ❜     Nurse Chris Chapel and Lieutenant Sam Kirk, the man immediately said, but Christine carried on, pretending not to have heard,    ❛    but we are here on a humanitarian mission.    That’s all.    Please, let us go.     ❜

for @beneviolencia​

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❛    We try our best to help everyone who comes to us.    ❜ There were some things that were truly universal, this job, no matter which planet, required everything a person had to give. She had felt it in her training — her prior knowledge of biology had allowed her breeze through some classes, but it did not prepare her for the grueling aspect of dealing with people. Not ideas, not numbers on the page: real life people that required help. ❛    As I'm sure your healers do. I'm looking forward to meeting with them later.    ❜

❛    I see you, Neteyam.    ❜ her own attempt to say his name is a little more successful, though she bumps in the last syllable, the e sound not completely identical to his. ❛    In my language, we have several words for greeting. We use a lot of them to be polite, but we can usually use it to qualify if the meeting is good or not. It can be nice, it can be a pleasure, it can be lovely. In this case, it is very nice.    ❜

his  ears  twitched,  the  motion  involuntary  but  telling  all  the  same  as  he  considered  her  words  carefully.  these  were  new  people,  new  humans  that  his  father  assured  him  were  nothing  like  those  of  the  rda.  neteyam  knew  that  it  was  important  to  learn  as  much  about  them  as  he  could.  his  gaze  followed  her  line  of  sight  to  another  human,  the  doctor  then  to  her  .  .  .  nurse.

          nurse  was  a  title  he  was  familiar  with  though  it  sounded  as  if  she  may  be  the  doctor’s  apprentice,  tsakarem  to  the  other’s  tsahik.  ❝  healer,  ❞  neteyam  nodded  his  agreement,  gaze  returning  to  the  nurse  with  a  nod.  ❝  many  train,  few  become  tsakarem  or  tsahìk  .  .  .  it  is  a  hard  path.  you  and  the  doctor  have  a  hard  path,  ❞

          neteyam  seemed  to  ponder  her  name  for  several  seconds,  watching  her  mouth  closely  as  if  somehow  that  may  help  him  say  it  clearly  and  correctly,  ❝  i  see  you,  christine,  ❞  neteyam  said  formally,  though  he  still  rolled  the  hard  'r’  of  her  name  instead,  ❝  i  am  neteyam.  ❞

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Pressing a hand to the wall, Christine balanced herself on her tiptoes to look for Spock over the sea of vulcans milling about on the space-port.    Above-average human height is dwarfed on Vulcan.    The time it takes for her to find him provides ample opportunity for a few questions that had been plaguing her mind ever since she said yes to his proposition.    Spending her shore leave on Vulcan was...   unexpected.    Despite the heat, it wasn’t the sandy beaches she had been dreaming of.   

His question had also been unexpected, catching her so much by surprise that the yes had left her lips before she had a chance to think it through.    It would have been yes regardless, she found him too entertaining to say no, but she would have liked it if her heart mouth had given her a second to think it through.

A throat clears behind her, ending her search.      ❛     There you are,     ❜    she beams, warmth radiating from her smile.        ❛     Thought I was gonna have to try remember my vulcan classes.     ❜  

@illogihcal​ •        starter call.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                        @comicbookcreature​ asked:    “This is going to get worse.” said rather incredulously by michael , sitting upright on the examination table . his neck is red with inflammation and with a closer look , one would see two identical marks . teeth of whatever fauna on the planet below tried to make him their dinner . there hadn't even been any blood -- michael thought he was in the clear .

❛     We’re gonna be laughing about this next week.   ❜

If she had an inkling of what was to come, Christine would have the cliche of the ‘famous last words’, would not have assured Michael with such unwavering certainty that everything was going to be okay.     At that moment, she had complete and utter faith that they were going to be able to figure out what was wrong with Michael;    after all, being hopeful in the face of uncertainty was part of her job.   

❛     So you are a bit of a mystery, that’s...    fun.   I think it’s fun   ❜      as the other medication they had given him had barely no effect   —    seemed to disappear from his blood stream as quickly as it entered   —   she could only now dab the wound and continue cleaning it.    ❛     Come on, think about it.   If this is something really cool, you’re gonna be featured in all the journals next year.   ❜    

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“     spock?    ”    wandering out of the shuttle with uneasy steps, christine looked around for the half-vulcan, shielding her eyes from the harsh light.     after thirty-six hours awake, twenty-eight of those on a strange planet, sleep had finally claimed her into its clutches for six fidgety hours.    

the last thing she remembered was leaning against the console as she watched spock mess around with the communications array, trying to fight off sleep so she could help him;    it was a foolhardy idea.   vulcan physiology allowed them to go without sleep for longer stretches of time than her human body could comprehend.    exhaustion seems to have won the battle against stubbornness sometime in the night since she woke up in one of the beds in the back.

hearing some movement in the bushes, christine takes a few steps back, hand hovering the phaser on her hip before a familiar figure emerges.    “    morning...   i think.    ”     lips quirk, a belated sigh escaping her lips as she looks up at the sky.   

“    what did i miss?    ”

@byzcntine​    plotted starter

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“ when you said girls-trip i was kinda expecting, i don’t know, risa. or, that little purple planet with the great spas near vulcan. or just... a spa. ” standing in the middle of the australian outback, she turns and faces ellie, a shadow hanging over her still pleasant expression, ready to turn at any moment.

starter call.     ☾      @divcrse​

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“     gimme a little credit here, you think i didn’t come prepared?     ”      removing the hypo from her backpack, she passes it over to daniel.      she made the mistake once of not grabbing an extra one, and his wheezing had haunted her nightmares for a week, now she came doubly-prepared, just in case they ended up in one of their little adventures.      “     us civvies gotta stick together.      ”  

starter call.      ☾       @unascend​

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“  oh, please.   my shore leave had kind of flopped, anyway.   having some weird adventures with you, and your girlfriend was kind of the highlight of the weekend.    i should be the one apologizing, since my advice kind of triggered the whole situation;   ”   

starter call.     ☾     @vulcnlogic​​​​​​​​​