Set Phasers to stun

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

[ Perhaps by a teleportation gone wrong, Captain Marluxia of the Starship Oblivion has ended up pacing through the blank white walls of a huge void filled with falling snow. Every so often an earthquake comes along and shakes up the snow and captain all over again]

"NAMINE, BEAM ME UP." No reply comes back from the communicator. "OFFICER NAMINE?"

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Brb, lollin' XD

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

[Have a Demyx staring at you.]

...Marluxia?

...XD

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

"Demyx? PRIVATE! Have you any idea how to get off of this strange planet? The communicators are not functioning for some reason..."

=D?

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

...Sorry, mistook you for someone I knew.

But, how do you know about transporter beams then?

yus

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

Why wouldn't I know about the transporter beams? They are commonly used in the ships in our fleet. The...Commander had them installed in all motherboard and major scouting ships.

Huzzah!

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

And which Commander would that be?

Re: Huzzah!

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

Xemnas. The oh so brilliant man who doesn't believe in exploration simply for the sake of doing so; he is looking for colony sites and planets to use up the natural resources from for his own gains. He is even more heartless than, well, me.

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

Well then that settles it. You're from a universe similar to mine, but not quite the same. See, in my universe he's Captain Xemnas Janeway of the ship Voyager.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

And the Commander is the same entity in both verses?

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

Well as far as I know. I mean, you look exactly like the Marluxia from my universe, but he's not a captain of anything.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

Oh, really now? And there are...more copies aboard that one as well, correct?

[Maybe they were cloned at birth...]

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

Of you? No. Of heaps of other people around here? Sure.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

...Just what kind of a planet is this?

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

Well it's... not exactly a planet. More like an alternate dimension. That brings in people from other alternate dimensions.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

Oh, so now were going into dimensions now, is it? And I'm supposed to believe that, oh, there is another me who is a mentally challenged flower-child and loves men? PSH.

(Naminewhyhaven'tyoucontactedmeyet?)

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

...That's entirely possible. As it is, most of the others of us around here are something called Nobodies.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

As in, a being with no emotions? What could possibly give them that idea?

[ensign-dem.livejournal.com]

Well apparently they don't have hearts. And before you say that's impossible, well, try telling them that.

Oh, u.

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[impressed and slightly disturbed by the capslock. and the uniform.]

Excuse me, sir, but...Officer Namine?

Oh, me?

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

"...Dr. Vexen? What are YOU doing here? Not only are you SUPPOSED to be on the ship, but if you do recall, Larxene needed medical attention for her...accident."

Yes, you (stole the cookies from the cookie jar).

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[Doctor? Well, this could be interesting. twitches slightly at the name.]

Not only are you in no position to criticize me--[justamoment. anagram, anagram]--Marluxia, given the state of your little two-way radio, but if you recall, Larxene is on the ship. We are not.

(PREposterous.)

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

But you really ought to be there. Wait... what happened to your hair?

[doubletake]

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[drat.]

Ah. Erm. Stress.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

...Stress doesn't re-grow hair. Especially after it was cut close enough that we needed to import another doctor to sew the ear back on.

[edging towards phaser now...]

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[notices an unpleasant-looking something holstered on Marluxia's hip. steps back a bit.]

Modern science is a wonder. Why, if you tweak the genes just right, apply the right conditions--well, nearly anything is within the realm of possibility, eh Marluxia?

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

[Phaser brandishing time]

DON'T TOUCH ME. I SWEAR THAT I WILL SHOOT. I'VE ALREADY GONE THRUGH THAT WITH THE THE DOCTOR, THANK YOU. I DO NOT NEED AN IMPOSTER DOING THE SAME THING, IS THAT CLEAR, ALTERNATE LIFE FORM?

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[ohsnap backs up against the nearest wall]

Oh, yes, perfectly clear! Clear as crystal, polished lenses, distilled water. I-I wasn't planning to lay a hand on you. I can promise you that. PromiseswearcrossmyheartsohelpmeNow. Kindly put the weapon down, sir. I believe my brain cells would be far more useful to you if kept intact, not strewn across the wall or somesuch.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

THAT IS GOOD. JUST-STAY. Stay over there. Away from me. My leg is my own, and you have no permission to touch or be within three feet of my personal space at all times. Also, I'm taking the phaser off of 'stun'...

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

I am...going to assume that's a bad thing.

[starshipm.livejournal.com]

Stunistheleastdeadlylevel.