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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - P Otono-Tachibana Makie Pavel Chekov Peter Parker Pidge Gunderson Prompto Argentum Psycho Mantis

Q - S Randolph Lyall Remy LeBeau Sandalio "Biffy" de Rabiffano Sanza Stark Shin-Ah Sorey Steve Rogers

T - V Taako Thor Tim Drake Tyrion Lannister Ulaz Vash the Stampede Victor Frankenstein The Vision

W - Z Wanda Maximoff Zaveid

(last updated: 1/25/19)

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Pavel Chekov // Star Trek AOS

[candothat]

[In the waking world, this room would be considered odd.

It is shifting and inconsistent. The walls change from a warm beige to a sterile white, and occasionally fade away entirely. There are no windows and no visible ceiling. A low, mechanical hum reverberates throughout and, even though all is still, there is a pervasive sense of busy-ness. 

Its most prominent feature is a sleek console that faces a massive, empty viewscreen. The lefthand side of the console appears to be powered off. On the right, numbers and blocky letters scroll across a small screen; the larger display shows a starmap rendered on a three-dimensional coordinate system.

To the right of the console is a large bookshelf. The contents of the shelf are an odd mix of traditional paper books and thin, transparent rectangles with spines that glow a faint blue.

To the left is a narrow, neatly-made bed with white sheets and a white, blue, and red blanket spread across the foot. A PADD, a communicator, and an insignia badge sit on the pillow in a tidy group.

And, of course, Pavel Chekov is there. The Russian is dressed in civilian attire and standing in front of a glowing, gently-curved bank of screens. He looks up from the tablet-like device in his hands, apparently surprised to find that company has arrived.]

Ah, this again.

[axi]

[Sup, Pavs? Kaname's new to this, but she is relieved to see a familiar face.]

Pavel, you've done this before?

[candothat]

[He smiles, not at all bothered by... anything, really. This is all fine and normal.]

Maybe not this specifically, but there have been a number of occasions when I was in someone else's dreams or they were in mine.

[axi]

Oh. [What else can she say to that? Nothing, really.

So she goes over to the console, looking at who knows what until her eyes land on the star map.]

Now here's something that's familiar.

[oratorical]

[The console is what catches Leia's attention first and foremost, and she reaches out to touch it, but doesn't quite get there before Chekov's remark catches her attention. Oops.

She turns, perhaps slightly self-conscious that her intrusion here hasn't gone unnoticed.]

"Again"?

[candothat]

[The stars on the map grow brighter as Leia approaches.]

Yes. All of these prisons seem to have a version of this--a way for us to see things that, perhaps, no one wants to share.

[He doesn't seem terribly bothered by the involuntary sharing.]

You can touch it, if you like. If you don't, then I have no idea how long you will be here.

[oratorical]

[That whole concept isn't one Leia likes, but it makes sense. It's easier to share things that you don't want to share if the room doesn't leave you much choice.]

That's a bit too intrusive, if you ask me.

[But there's nothing she can do about this, and naturally Atroma didn't ask her or anyone.]

You truly don't mind if I touch it?

[winscenario]

[ A lot in this room is recognizable to Jim, and having already visited Kirk's bridge, he quickly connects the dots and knows who this all belongs to. Finding Chekov there helps too, of course, though he wouldn't need to see him to know.

He also understands why the walls keep changing, vanishing and reappearing at will. Nothing constant, nothing steady or permanent. The realization makes his heart sink in his chest.

Though Chekov is there, he doesn't immediately approach him. Instead he makes his way to the shelves, running his hands along the items, and pulling out one of the paper books, he opens it and runs his fingers through the pages. ]

Used to visitors, already?

[candothat]

[It should come as no surprise that most of the book titles--when any title appears at all--are in Russian. If Kirk focuses on the lines of Cyrillic print in the book that he's holding, they'll translate themselves:

"If ever you should have need of my life, come and take it."

"My thoughts about human happiness, for some peculiar reason, had always been tinged with a certain sadness."

"One hundred years from now, the people who come after us, for whom our lives are showing the way--will they think of us kindly? Will they remember us with a kind word?"]

Used to, no. More resigned to the fact that, periodically, things like this happen.

[winscenario]

[ Jim doesn't really know much Russian, and he certainly can't read it, but when he focuses on the printed letters, he notices the way they shift and change on the page. He smiles as he recognizes at least two of the quotes, not at all surprised to find them here, in Chekov's space.

He takes the book with him as he approaches Chekov, closing it for the moment so he can focus his attention on the man. ]

Did these... dreams happen before? To you? How periodically?

[cajunspice]

[Remy is just going to take a moment to stand there, to take in those shifting surroundings, to look over the console, and to try and let that hum merge more into the background until he can ignore it.

Once he feels more comfortable in his place here, more willing to look and move around, he glanced over towards the room's owner.] Bonjour mon ami, keepin' yaself busy it seems.

[candothat]

Aye, always.

[He smiles and tucks the tablet under one arm. It's only polite to fully engage with company.]

I would invite you to make yourself comfortable, but this is not the most comfortable of places.

[cajunspice]

Well, I was bein' polite 'nd not pointin' that out, but ya could do with a few more things. A couch, maybe some plants, a paintin', really liven up the place. [This was delivered with a smile, telling Chekov to not take the teasing too seriously.]

Does look like a good set up for ya though. [Enough stuff to keep him busy and entertained, but certainly a space for one with that single bed and nothing else around.]

[this_loser]

Yep. This again.

[He makes a slow circle, taking in the area, but especially the console and viewscreen.]

Wow. Super techy.

[candothat]

[That description gets a smile.]

Techy? Maybe a little.

You remember the last time?

[this_loser]

We've got nothing this advanced back home. It looks nicer than the fleet, too.

[He nods.]

Yep. It sucked then as much as it sucks now.

[scanninggaydis]

[....Huh.

Felix takes in the...fluidity of the room for a few long seconds before Pavel notices him and speaks up.]

...Hey. Seems like it.

[....Is that a starmap....He's very curious and starts sort of gravitating towards it, even while he's got his attention on Pavel.]

Is there anything I shouldn't be touching?

[candothat]

[It is a starmap, and a beautifully-rendered one at that! The entire Alpha Quadrant is displayed on the screen.]

Thank you for asking, but I'm not certain what is where. [He glances at the wall of screens.] For the most part, I mean.

[Anyway. He moves over to the console and gives it a fond pat.] This was my place on the bridge.

[scanninggaydis]

I'm pretty sure I'm still jealous about your ship in general.

[He'd seen the rest of the bridge in Kirk's head last time this whole dance was performed.

...Also Felix definitely notices the way that Pavel glances at one particular spot. He's not going to prod, though.

Getting closer to the map, his gaze flickers across it's surface....looking to see specifically if Earth is there.]

[passingthrough]

That's quite a greeting. Normally I get confetti and bugle players. [But she understands the sentiment. This again indeed. This isn't the fleet as she knows it, nor is it some regular dream. If she hadn't been doing these night after night already she'd be slower to respond, but she gets it. She knows what this is and to some extent she knows what's expected of her. Still, she doesn't go around picking things up just yet. She's curious how he responds.]

[candothat]

[As tired Pavel is of people traipsing into his mind (and vice versa), Kitty's quip does get a smile.]

If you would like to leave and then walk back in, I'll see what I can do.

[He is, for all intents and purposes, very much himself here. Perhaps that will change, but for the moment, Kitty's stuck with a relatively normal Chekov. A relatively normal Chekov who isn't terribly surprised to see her.]

[passingthrough]

I have a feeling I can't actually do that. [But she is intrigued because he does seem remarkably like himself here.] I could give it a try though. Burn some time before I end up playing the game?

[goldenglasses]

[The sleek console. How could anyone not touch it? Which is exactly what Vash does. Gently running his hand across it's seek surface, but careful to not actually press any of the buttons.]

[candothat]

[It is a lovely console, all polished to a shine and cool to the touch. The starmap on the larger screen glows more brightly with Vash's approach. The stars and nebulous pockets of dust and gas seem to glimmer and swirl against the deep blue background.]

That is the navigator's station.

[Pavel's tone is conversational. This is completely normal and fine.]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah? And what job do you do?