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SD241805.16 || PLOT LOG || "WHAT THE--"

Posted on Thu May 17th, 2018 @ 12:32am by Captain Brynhild Kleim

Mission: Comedy of Errors

Brynna sat on the edge of her bed, her long hair loose and over her shoulder so she could braid it before she climbed into bed after another long day.

On the upside, the ship's repairs were pretty much complete. The engineers from Earth Spacedock had practically swarmed and multiplied upon the decks like Tribbles, but they had been swift and efficient. The Artemis was just about back to full function, and so they would be setting back out on patrol very soon. Hopefully this time, they would find something much more banal than an entire planet in the midst of a civil war who thought kidnapping was a good recruitment strategy.

She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and then slipped under the blanket.

"Computer," she ordered around a yawn. "Lights off."

* * *

"Hey! Hey!" Someone was shaking her, and none-too-gently. "You can't sleep here, lady!"

"What do you mean, I can't sleep here," she mumbled angrily before opening her eyes. "These are my q--" Now she opened her eyes, and stopped speaking. What had started as slits now became oh-what-the-fuck wide open eyes. These were not her quarters. In fact, she had no idea at all where she was. Looking down, she saw she was still in her tank top and loose pants pajamas, but that was about the only thing that was familiar.

"Are you okay, lady?"

"Captain Kleim," she replied automatically, then winced. "Brynna. Just... Where am I?"

The man kneeling in front of her looked...young, a little unkempt but no more than the average over-sleeping ensign. He had glasses though, and that was weird. A t-shirt read "Live Long and Prosper" and there was a plastic card of some sort hanging from his neck, on a loop of fabric that had...Starfleet emblems on it? What in the world was going on?!

"Look, I'm sorry. Have you hit your head?" he asked. His concern seemed to be genuine. "This is the panel room, though, and we gotta get prepped for the first panel. Maybe you should see a doctor?"

"Maybe I should..." she said uncertainly, looking around. "Could you just tell me where I am?"

"Lady, you're at the Fourth Annual Boston Trekkies Convention."

=/\= End Log =/\=

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Captain Brynhild Kleim
Commanding Officer, USS Artemis
"In the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever..."

 

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