Alora DeVeau Posted July 29 Posted July 29 Sometimes, things don't go as we expect. We wind up in a situation in the story and we're uncertain what to do. Meri/Alix found herself in that position, but what does she do? Write an excellent sim based upon the context of what's happening and gets herself back into the game. I also love the creativity in this. IC: ((Maintenance Crawlspace, Deck 9B3/4, USS Eagle)) Owa slipped forward in the lead with Doc close behind him phaser drawn. As they came around the corner, Doc's mind was slammed full of intrusive and jumbled thoughts, none of them pleasant, save for the kittens, that was odd but not exactly comforting considering. The cacophony in her mind brought her to her knees and Owa, seemingly unphased, positioned his body to shield hers while she attempted to regain composure. Before she could get a word out in response to their plan, Alix's mind was suddenly flooded with a bombardment of imagery, none of it pleasant and the pressure building inside her skull caused her ears to ring a loud high screeching sound that brought her to her knees. Hands cradling her head, she grasped for conscious thought, any stream of her own voice, just some thread to hold onto. “Alix”: oO medical..... kit..... Oo Yes that's right, she was a doctor. She clawed at her kit fumbling for the drugs, any drugs, that would help her control her mind. A soft hum floated up from somewhere back in the distant reaches of her consciousness. She almost swore she saw a hatch opening or being opened nearby but everything peripheral was just the other side of tangible so instead she focused on digging through the hyposprays splayed before her. Then suddenly all Alix heard was the humming, or was it singing? The imagery flooding her mind swirled in a disorienting kaleidoscope of color and suddenly went black. Only the humming remained. The walls of the Eagle, her team, her med kit, nothing was left to anchor her. She heard a soft lilting melody coming from behind her and stood to go and find it. Doc did not find composure, shielded by the half Bajoran man she barely knew. Instead her mind raced, thoughts slipping through her fingers like sand, and fell forward into an all consuming blackness. The only sensation left to her was a gentle melody from somewhere that should have been distant, but felt all too close and all too real. Pushing to her feet she stumbled in the dark to find the comforting song her mother used to sing. After rooting around in the darkness for minutes, minutes that were almost imperceptible to her confused mind, Alix Harford found herself stumbling into the familiar rustic kitchen of her childhood home. Expecting to see her mother there singing and baking, she stood staring across the kitchen at herself humming the melody. The Alix that stared back at her looked harder, felt harder. “Doc” Alt Harford: You're not- how do you know that tune? “Doc” Alt Harford: ::simultaneously:: My mother sang it to us. “Alix” Real Harford:: simultaneously:: My mother sang it to us. “Alix” Real Harford: Are you- Are we- me? “Doc” Alt Harford: ::snorting:: I'm me. You're obviously some figment of my imagination. A repressed memory. “Alix” Real Harford: This is a trick from the telepath. You’re not real. “Doc” Alt Harford: Well, we can't both be figments. The two Harfords stared at each other in hostile, stunned silence for a long moment. “Alix” Real Harford: Alright, logic will explain this. Logic explains everything. I know that I was pulled into an alternate dimension and I know that another me, an alternate me, was identified. How do we ascertain whether we are each real or one of us is a projection of telepathy? “Doc” Alt Harford: Ask me something only we would know. And we both answer at once. “Alix” Real Harford: That assumes we have the same past, doesn’t it? There’s more than a small flaw in your plan. “Doc” Alt Harford: There's no need to be so pedantic. It's a trust exercise. “Alix” Real Harford: I guess if there’s not a better hypothesis… Who’s your favorite sister? “Doc” Alt Harford::simultaneously:: Allison “Alix” Real Harford::simultaneously:: Allison A moment of cautious recognition passed between them before the real Alix waved a hand out in a gesture that indicated her doppelganger should take the next question. The harder version of herself nodded back and pondered a moment. “Doc” Alt Harford: What did your mother give you to calm your nerves? “Alix” Real Harford::simultaneously:: spearmint tea “Doc” Alt Harford::simultaneously:: spearmint tea “Alix” Real Harford: Alright, I’d like to interject and say that I’m not entirely okay with whatever this is. “Doc” Alt Harford: It appears that this meeting of the minds doesn’t care whether you’re okay with it or not. “Alix” Real Harford: Let’s just finish this so we can figure out why we’re here. What happened on Stardate 238906.04? “Doc” Alt Harford::simultaneously:: A shuttle accident. ::pause:: My father died. “Alix” Real Harford::simultaneously:: A shuttle accident… what? Dad didn’t die… dad died? Grief for a father she never lost flooded through Alix. Tears welled to her eyes as she grappled with the realization that somewhere out there she still had a father. They hadn’t spoken in more than four years, but he was alive. Pity pushed the tears down her cheeks as she looked at this harder version of herself. “Alix” Real Harford: I’m so sorry. How did? What? ::long pause:: I’m sorry. “Doc” Alt Harford::snapping:: You are most certainly not me. Why are you crying? He wasn’t your father. You didn’t lose your father. “Alix” Real Harford: Wouldn’t you be devastated to learn that any version of him, of anyone you loved… “Doc” Alt Harford::cold:: No. ::biting:: Why would I be here with you, you’re clearly weak? You wear a uniform. You even look soft. Clearly defensive, Doc turned on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen. Wiping tears from her face and tamping down the sting of the harsh words that were slung her way, Alix followed. The moment they stepped out of the kitchen the kaleidoscope of imagery forced into their minds returned with a heavy weight to it and their ears rang with a shrill, hollow sound. Both women dropped to their knees moving in unison to clutch at their now splitting heads. “Doc”: oO That worthless Betazoid. Oo “Alix”: oO What Betazoid?Oo “Doc”: oO I suppose it’s not surprising you can hear my thoughts. Karen, the Betazoid with the boarding party. She’s doing this. Oo “Alix”: oO So how do we get out of this? Oo “Doc”: oO Well I can’t shoot her. Maybe someone else will.Oo “Alix”: oO We can’t just wait for the problem to go away. I’m an officer. I’m a doctor. I have a duty to my team. They need me.Oo Racking her brain, Alix did her best to focus on the before. What had she been doing before? The answer to their problem lingered right outside her mind’s grasp. “Alix”: oO medical..... kit..... Oo “Doc”: oOYes, that’s right. You’re a doctor. We’re a doctor. Get us out of this mess. Oo “Alix”: oOHow. We’re trapped here. This is our worst nightmare. Oo “Doc”: oOYou’ve got to fight. Fight to get out of this. Fight to help your people.Oo “Alix”: oOI can’t. It’s too much. I can’t.Oo The will to fight, to push through this, was escaping Alix. She wasn’t tough. She wasn’t a fighter. She was a doctor, a scientist, who’d strayed too far from her lab for the last time. This is where she was going to end; lost in space, lost in her mind, arguing with herself. From in front of her she felt a cool hand grab hold of hers, then slender calloused fingers wrapped around her other soft hand. “Doc”: oO Fight, Alix. Fight for them. Fight to get home. Oo Doc visualized pressing her will into the other woman as they knelt facing each other, her hands which had seen hard work entangled with her counterparts' smoother palms. Mentally she pushed the other woman, trying to think her into a clearer space, trying to take all of the pain into her own mind and allow Alix a reprieve and hopefully an opportunity to break free. She felt her connection to the other woman’s mind weakening and prayed it was a good sign. Slowly, like a gentle sunrise, Alix felt the cacophony lifting from her mind. She fought. She grasped for reality reaching with her mind for the Eagle and where she knew she was meant to be. Kendrick. Kettick. Zevash. The Eagle. Her team needed her. She has a duty. With a final push she felt her hands slide into her medkit and she scrambled to grab a Lexorin hypospray. When he fingers wrapped around it she stuck it to her neck and injected the neurotransmitter inhibitor without hesitation. Almost immediately the terrifying pull at her mind fell away and she could think clearly. Out of nowhere, Doc’s mind raced back in on itself. She blinked, looking up at the half Bajoran who was now pressed against her, pinning her to the ground like dead weight. She shoved Owa off of her and he rolled, lifeless, to the ground, blood seeping from his back. Alix looked around her at evidence of an explosion, injuries, a half blasted door that had apparently shielded her from the worst of it, and Kettick… Doctor Harford immediately got to work. Kendrick/ Kettick / Zevash/ Peri/ Stendhal: Response TAG/TBC ---------- ● ---------- Alix "Doc" Harford Slave serving as Doctor & Comms BDS Kai Ircash, Shai Bel Defense Forces Bajoran Hegenomy AND Ensign Alix Harford Medical Officer Denali Station D240104AH2 4 Quote
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