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[maytakecenturies]

[When she turns on the feed, the misgivings aren't clear in her expression, but she most certainly feels them. Out of sight, her hands are clenched into fists, white knuckled as she concentrates on control. She keeps it simple.]

This is Lieutenant Commander T'Pol, formerly of the ISS Enterprise, SA-013-8294-VR.

[She's considering leaving at at that - well that and her really intense stare - but she only pauses for a moment before continuing.]

Who rules the Terran Empire?

[She needs to know if the plan worked. She needs to know if the Defiant was destroyed. Needs it in ways she can't describe, because if she died for nothing - if she is trapped here and Archer has taken command of an entire Empire--

No 'then' follows. She knows the logical end, and cannot stomach it.]

( ooc: fourth wall! yay! everyone is welcome, but I'll sell a kidney to anyone bringing mirror!Trek muses! )

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[itstopped]

...T'Pol.

[Seriously? He glances at something offscreen, then back again. Then offscreen, then back again. It's hard to tell where he is, but the decor is definitely of a time with hers, if not the place.]

[maytakecenturies]

[The full intensity of her stare settles on Felix, and for a moment she's still, calculating. She doesn't just take in his face, she takes in every detail she can see around him. It's familiar in a way nothing here is, but he isn't. Her eyes narrow fractionally.]

Who are you?

[itstopped]

Felix Gaeta. I know...

[It's like a facetwins situation, or maybe like his Dean and the other Dean, but something about this is different in a way he can't quite put his finger on.]

Have you always worn your hair like that?

[skateonmirrors]

Hey.

[He can put together clues better than most, and he's seen that episode. Sam doesn't expect that T'Pol will remember him, and he has no intention of talking to her about TV shows - if she's who he thinks she might be, she's already not likely to be friendly without making himself sound batshit as well.

But he sees her face on his smartphone and he can't not.]

That's a bit after my time, I'm afraid. You're on the Barge?

[maytakecenturies]

[She knows his face.

His face isn't contorted in fear or pain, but she still recognizes him. It furrows her brow, and she almost doesn't notice it because the memory of pain makes her leg ache, her shoulder burn. She was - she dreamed she was ripped apart by a dog only she could see, while he screamed.

It's alarming. She tries to fight it down, but she can taste the anxiety in the back of her throat.]

Sammy.

[skateonmirrors]

Um. Yeah, but no one but Dean calls me that.

[He did not expect to be recognised, and his own brow furrows in confusion.]

...this Dean you have here? Did he...?

[Surely not.]

[itstopped]

She knows you but not me?

[text/private]

[skateonmirrors]

mirror universe episode

not our T'Pol

idk how the hell she knows me

[maytakecenturies]

[Vulcan huff imminent]

Why should I know you?

[mirror_that]

You've got to be kidding me.

[maytakecenturies]

Excuse me?

[Hi have the flattest voice and the barest inch of grudging respect, Captain Asshole.]

[contrivertible]

A better question would be who do you think rules the Terran Empire. ...also a better question for the good doctor, but I'm not entirely sure he should be disturbed at the moment if you have any mind to keep any bits in particular.

[maytakecenturies]

[She is all too familiar with sadistic doctors. It's almost enough to make one homesick except..............no, no, not at all.]

Emperor John Paxton. [She really....really hopes that is still the case. She's practically holding her breath.]

Are you incapable of answering?

[ Warden!Dean ]

[surfaceshine]

Wait, wait, hold on, I know this one.

Elton John.

[Will never not enjoy fucking with Vulcans, swear to god.]

[maytakecenturies]

[God damn it Dean this is why all Vulcans think about punching you in the face at least once.

Also what the fuck why this smile. Why this in general. She stares at him a moment before deciding to just proceed with caution.]

I'm not familiar with him.

[fridgetothefire]

There are probably multiple polities by that name.

Then again, these network spasms tend to be fraught with coincidence.

[maytakecenturies]

Do you suggest exploiting this glitch is pointless?

[crazyasslife]

[ Nick lets out a good-hearted laugh, with a great big grin on his face. ]

Okay, the guy with the stick so clearly rammed up his ass he's probably choking on it was a treat. But now this. Was this Gina's idea?

[maytakecenturies]

[A grin like that is almost unsettling. She doesn't really trust smiles on Humans: they rarely mean anything good.]

I don't know a Gina.

[dear_vera]

I can't say I've heard of that particular empire. Where is it?

[maytakecenturies]

Earth.

[She stares at him, taking in the clothes. I reminds her of a dream she'd rather forget.]

[aunaturale]

Never heard of it, but I was never all that good at trivia in the first place.

[maytakecenturies]

There are too many disparate worlds to choose from; or at least, too many eras.

[tactical_alert]

Why, feeling a bit out of touch with reality? That isn't like a Vulcan.

[maytakecenturies]

[reed alert, reed alert]

I am currently on an interdimensional ship.

[And she is leery about giving him even that much information. Her brow creases; she is struggling with too many emotions, there are too many balls in the air, and he amps up her paranoia to about a hundred.]

Are you on the Defiant, Major?