trans_9 | Meet N' Greet

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I'll never be hungry enough to eat it." Wyn says, giving the glop on the tray a very skeptical look. "It sort of looks like Jello mixed with glue, and that is not a combination that I want to try anytime soon."

"I do not vant anything zhat looks like it came from Klingon space." Raising his head a little the younger man gave Wyn a wry little smile. "Food is not supposed to look like zhat."

Sure he'd heard of the Captain trying various things in the kitchens on the ship, but that was Kirk. He was a strange man but a good leader- Pavel could put up with his little personality quirks.

At the last statement about what the food looked to be made of, Chekov couldn't help but laugh a little. "Jello mixed vith glue? I... can see zhat." Offering her his hand, the youth tried not to blush. "I am Ensign Pavel Chekov, zhough you can call Chekov if you vish."

"I don't know what Klingon space is, but if it looks like that I'm not sure I want to." Wyn says, grimacing slightly.

"Wyn Callahan. Nice to meet you, Chekov!" Wyn says, taking the offered hand and smiling. His name sounded familiar, but she ~~was always more of a Star Wars girl~~ couldn't quite place it.

Chuckling slightly Chekov gave a little shake of his head. "You vould not vant to meet one. I do not vant to meet one, but, eh, if zee Kaptin says ve must then ve must."

If she didn't know what a Klingon was then either she lived under a rock or was from some other world. Most wouldn't have even thought about that but with the past few months? It was very possible. "It is wery nice to meet you, Vyn."

"Okay, so... from the future? I have to ask at this point." Wyn says, shrugging apologetically.

"Do you mix up your v's and w's often?" Wyn asks, trying very hard not to twitch. "And seriously, if it'd be easier you can call me Gwydion." She hates that name with a fiery burning passion, but she's not sure being called 'Vyn' is much better. "Or maybe if you try to say it 'Vyn' and then it'll come out 'Wyn'."

Raising his hand the younger man rubbed a hand over his face clearly saying something in Russian before looking back to the short haired girl. "My English is only so good," he explained, frowning. "I have only been in America for zhree years." His words were heavily accented but better than what it had been. "It is not zee only time I have problems saying zhem.." pausing he seemed to almost to struggle but managed to pull out a "Wyn."

"It is zee year 2258. You, ah, are not from zhen, da?"

"Nope, 2009... although everyone I've met is from the future so far." Surprisingly, this isn't actually an exaggeration.

Aw, now Wyn feels bad. "Um. No, no, it's okay, you can just say it how you were. Your English is much better than mine was when I'd been learning for three years." She picked it up fairly quickly after that, though. Being teased by vindictive English kids is a good motivator, it turns out.

"Ah! Zhen you are not native speaking of English zhen!" Beaming a bright smile at Wyn he nudged the tray out of the way and leaned forward totally forgetting the bashful state he was in a few moments ago. "I hope you do not mind me asking vhere you are from? Your English is quite good!"

When she mentioned it was okay he shook his head waving a hand in the air trying to dismiss it. "нет, нет- I vill try to say it correct zhough it may take a vhile."

"I'm Irish, actually." Wyn says, smiling back. "Yeah, so it turns out being mocked endlessly is a pretty good motivator to learn faster, especially when you're little. What about you?" She can guess that it's somewhere Eastern European, but not much beyond that.

"I left Russian vhen I was fourteen for Starfleet Academy," Pavel explains, shyly in a way. "I do get zee mocking some. A lot from other cadets, but no so much now ve are on zee ship."

Sulu still chuckled every time he had to make an announcement from the bridge and it urked him.

"You haven't got an older brother on the ship, have you?" Wyn asks, laughing slightly. "Because that was my solution. I mean, let's face it, I'm not intimidating at all." This is... mostly a joke.

"Ah.. no.." Ducking his head a little the young man seemed to be on the verge of blushing, "I do no zhink zhat you are intimidating at all." Chekov shifted once in his chair chuckling slightly as he did so. "I am an only child as vell."

Studying Wyn carefully he cracked a wry smile the color finally bubbling to his cheeks. "You do not seemed as.. ah..vhat is the vord. Disturbed? By zee ship unlike some of zee others here."

"No, I'm definitely freaking out. My clothes are alive, the ship talks in your head, and believe me that's a very fast way to start thinking you're crazy, everything's all squishy and the food is-- well, you've seen the food." Wyn says, her voice faster than normal (which is saying a lot, because normal is mile-a-minute for her).

"Panicking won't help, though, and I've never been in space before, so that's kind of exciting." she continues, smiling. She's always been one of those people who looks on the bright side, and being in space is a pretty big bright side.

Her words are almost to fast to keep up with and by the expression that crosses Pavel's face he is having to piece them together after she finishes saying them. Fast words he could get but she was talking at Warp Speed 3! Slightly, at least.

"Vell.. it could be much vorse, yes? I do no zhink zhat ve are in zee hands of Romulans or Klingons vhich is good. Ah.. zhough if zhey are of a race zhat zee Federation has not contacted yet.." With a roll of his shoulders he tried to ignore the living suit that was given to him in placement of his usual uniform. "Ve have encountered alternate realities vhere I am from. As strange as zhis place is.. it does rank up zhere."

Wyn seemed to have quite a level head upon her shoulders which was good. To get out of a situation like this it required someone with senses like that. Even his own training was being slightly strained by the sudden being somewhere else other than Federation space. "I am sure zhat someone vill have answers soon."

Hearing the word 'Klingon' gets Chekov a slightly incredulous look. She might not be a ~~Trekkie~~ Trekker Star Trek fan, but she's definitely heard of Klingons. "Wait, is this more weird or less weird than the alternate universes?" she asks finally. "Was it one of the ones where alternate-you is evil and has a goatee?"

"Sure, it could be worse. My friends could be here." Wyn says, resting her chin in one hand. "Oh God, that came out wrong. I meant it as in I don't want them to be trapped on a flying meat-bucket like I am, not that they'd make things worse. ... well, Ryan would make things worse."

"I hope we get more helpful answers, anyway. Stacy answered some of my questions, but they were things like 'you are here' and 'you have been Chosen' and I could practically hear the capital C on Chosen." Wyn says hopefully.

Pavel blinked more than just a few times, brow arching slightly. "Ah.. ewil me? Has a vhat?" With a shake of his head the younger version of himself let out a little sigh. "No. No zee alternate reality had to do vith Romulans. Rogue Romulans."

At the mention of her friends not being here, then how it was good, then was quickly corrected, Chekov chuckled. "Ah.. I understand. Zhat is like vith my Kaptin. He is.. a good man. Brash, zhough. Unpredictable. Commander Spock, I zhink, does not like him much still." Then with a pause the navigator grined. "Vhat is zee vord to describe him... ah. I vill zhink of it later."

Processing her words compared to his own experience with the AI of the ship caused Pavel to frown. "She seemed quite closed minded, yes. Clipped answers. Wery Wulcan." Carefully he leaned forward. "If I could find a computer, I could see if I could access any starmaps she may have. See vhere ve are."

"That was a joke, Chekov." Wyn points out, slightly awkwardly.

"Does your Captain declare himself in charge of things, do the exact opposite of what would make sense given the situation, not understand why everyone wants to throttle him, and then look very innocent when everyone gets in trouble because his stupid, stupid plan backfires?" Wyn asks irritably, sighing heavily. Clearly this has happened before, and often. "We love him anyway, but Ryan doesn't have the sense God gave a rock."

"I think there's a library of some kind, but I don't know where. I haven't really had a chance to explore yet." Wyn says, biting her lip.

The expression that managed its way across Pavel's face as slightly 'oh' before the red started to bubble up again at the tips of his ears and cheeks. "I... did not know it vas a joke. My apologies."

Ducking his head he went back to poking at the giggling food on his tray. "Yes. Zhat sounds wery much like my Kaptin! Vell.. yes. I vould say that his plans do not backfire much but zhat is yet to be determined. He has reputation after all."

"Ah! A library! Zhen ve should look for it and see if ve are anyvhere near familiar space!"

"I probably should have been clearer, sorry." Wyn says apologetically.

"Ryan has a reputation as well, which is why we put his sister in charge of planning things now." Wyn says with a tiny snort. "That was also a joke." she continues, her expression (hopefully) making it clear that she's just teasing him now.

"Are you done?" Wyn asks, pointing to the half-eaten tray of sludge. "Because I can totally wait for you to eat your unflavored-Jello-and-glue before we go exploring." This? Also a joke. Sarcasm and Wyn are very well acquainted.

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