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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: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?

[fifth-soong.livejournal.com]

50893.5.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[You'd think she'd stop being surprised at anything by this point.]

I'm not sure what it says about my current situation that I'm finding the fact that you don't have wings more strange than anything else.

[fifth-soong.livejournal.com]

It is indeed intriguing how those who have been drawn here have not been altered as such. I suppose I feel... jealous that I do not possess a pair of wings of my own. A curious emotion.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]

They make sleeping difficult.