third translation // action/voice

[lt_linguist]

[Uhura is attempting to make her way to the library. This... might prove difficult, today.]

Busy day today.

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[fifth-soong.livejournal.com]

[ And even more difficult with an Android standing in the way. ]

Greetings.

:D!!!

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Someone in a Starfleet uniform, but no wings. Huh. Okay.]

Hello. I don't believe we've met.

:)

[fifth-soong.livejournal.com]

You are correct. I have been here for approximately eight hours, two minutes and fifty four seconds, but I had yet to encounter a member of Starfleet until now.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She nods slightly. Spock does that kind of thing all the time.]

Now you have. Lieutenant Uhura. And you are?

[fifth-soong.livejournal.com]

[ Not with his infuriating precision hopefully! ]

Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, Communications Officer of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701. I recognized your face from my memory banks; I am Lieutenant Commander Data.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Spock has slightly more vocal inflection. Slightly.

And Uhura is getting sick of all this temporal shifting crap.]

What's your stardate?

[rocks4breakfast.livejournal.com]

[A portal pops out of nowhere and deposits one crazy breakdancing Goron. This doesn't seem to alarm him in the slightest.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[What. Backing away slowly.]

[rocks4breakfast.livejournal.com]

[He keeps on dancing. He's got the fever!]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's certainly... interesting to watch.]

Is there a name for that... dance?

[rocks4breakfast.livejournal.com]

[He just keeps dancing!]

HUH!

[preferablynot.livejournal.com]

[ and rather awkward, given this man's sudden appearance. he can't really explain it either, but at this point he's stopped questioning things. ]

So it would seem.

you just made my day.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[It's like deja vu all over again...]

Do I... know you?

i'm glad! warning: this voice is very rusty, so i apologize for any fail.

[preferablynot.livejournal.com]

In a way, yes.

no way can this be fail, at all.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

I don't - Oh.

[Awk-ward.]

So you're here now, too. But you don't have wings. Nor do any of these others.

[Annnnd she's thinking aloud, much as she would with her Spock.]

Has there been a break in the barrier?

[tokenrussian.livejournal.com]

[Have a grumpy Russian.]

You are kidding me! All of you are the same age as me!

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

What?

...Chekov?

[tokenrussian.livejournal.com]

Yes. You are Uhura, correct?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[A short pause.]

I don't appreciate the sudden feeling of being the only one in a large group of people with a pair of crazy wings.

[tokenrussian.livejournal.com]

I vas vondering about those. Vhat are they?

[tradebacks.livejournal.com]

You're always busy, Nyota.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She's used to this by now.]

It keeps me out of trouble.

[tradebacks.livejournal.com]

Hey, trouble can be fun.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be friends with you if I didn't occasionally agree with that.

[oldtreeherder.livejournal.com]

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