Turtles: the final frontier

[starcharter]

Characters: Chekov and YOU
Date: Today-ish
Location: Absolutely everywhere
Situation: Chekov has been snatched from the Enterprise and dropped shoeless and confused into a city on the back of a turtle. Clearly the solution is to look around and go shopping.
Warnings/Rating: None


At first, he'd thought it was a very, very strange dream. Of course, that theory was debunked about two minutes in when he pinched himself. Then he was carted from a grand palace to a reasonably large city. He couldn't identify this particular race of aliens, but it's clear that their technology lags far behind the Federation's. So he stays quiet. So do they, actually. The few questions he asked-- generic questions-- he'd gotten little scraps of information and a lot of 'that's the Emperor's business.' A monarchy. That explains the palace, he supposes.

Once they show him his suite (it was pretty nice) and dropped some money into his hands (money? How outdated), Chekov decides to set off. He needs to change out of his uniform, just to be safe. The Prime Directive is that one rule you don't want to break in Starfleet. Even hinting at the fact that he was from a world more advanced than this one is a bad idea. He needs to blend in as much as he can.

A little hard to do when you're standing shoeless in the middle of Metal Sector.

Alright. He focuses: clothes, food, crew, answers. Without any kind of Starfleet communication device, he's going to have to hoof it around the city. Just as well: not having a mental map of this place bothers him; he might as well start making one now.

Comments

[urbanmagic]

"Not one I've met before, but you'd be surprised anyway." Main traffic issue go, so are the vendors. That's good. She usually didn't like it when they got overenthusiastic.

"So that confirms it. You're new here?" And she extends a hand in greeting, handshake and all. "The name's Traci. What's yours?"

[starcharter]

He reciprocates, shaking her hand.

"Pavel Chekov. Nice to meet you. And, yes, I have only been here a few hours. Still in culture shock."

And every other kind of shock out there.

[urbanmagic]

"You get used to it after a while. There's a lot of culture to shock you here. Not used to being brought to a new dimension and seeing such a colorful race, are you?"

Quite literal on the colorful part, given the kedan came in all colors and sizes. Poor guy though, not everyone just stares at the weirdness, wonder why this keeps happening, then move on to happier times.

[starcharter]

"Ah, no the kedans do not surprise me."

He grew up around aliens of every color of the rainbow.

"It is little things. Money is rarely used where I am from, for instance. Our technology is much more advanced as well."

Manual doors and carts. This is practically the middle ages for him.

[urbanmagic]

Huuuuh. "Any chance you're related to Jim in any way? I remember he mentioned something like that too." That and clothes. They're not the same color, but the design isn't easy to overlook.

[starcharter]

"Yes, yes we are! Well, not related, no, but he is my superior."

He always speaks fondly and respectfully about his Captain. He can't help it.

[urbanmagic]

"Oh! Well, that's interesting." Yep, indeed. She knew he was some possibly bigshot guy, wasn't quite sure until it just got confirmed.

"I've met him. Should actually be around here somewhere, but I don't know if he's in this particular city. Can I ask what happened to your shoes?"

[starcharter]

"I am sure I will find him soon. I seem to be making an impression."

He wiggles his toes.

"Ah, I had taken them off before I went to sleep. Very lucky that I am only missing shoes."

[urbanmagic]

"They took you in your sleep?" Well, that makes sense. "Guess that does count as lucky. I imagine some people got abducted in less clothing.

Anyway, do you need to remedy that, or are you okay with a shoeless existence?"

[starcharter]

"How do most people arrive? Are they usually awake?"

He looks down at his bare feet and shrugs.

"I'm fine without them, for now. The kedans gave me money, so I will buy some later. My lack of shoes seems to be a good way to start conversations, it seems."