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I understand I've missed the pilgrimage. When is the next? I'm eager to return to my duties life.

[It's total bullshit but hey, T'Pol knows how to do as she's told.]

[She had dreamed twice in her entire life, but apparently that was just another lie. She said little when she was escorted to her new quarters, asking only necessary questions. There's no doubt in her mind that this is a ruse of some kind, a trick. A hostile alien must have taken over the ship, possibly even entered their minds. Her body was on Enterprise, and her consciousness must return to it.

That made more sense than this.

When she was alone, she found the picture in her room. A party, it seemed, possibly for her. But it wasn't the smile on her face that was most disconcerting: it was the ears. They were curved, round, and her face was flushed red. It was the most unsettling - and disgusting thing she'd seen in a very long time.

She would play along, though: and then she'd find a way to free herself. Leaving the room - and the picture - T'Pol slipped her key card into her pocket and began her exploration. There was much to learn, and more to observe.]

((OOC: Tooootally open for spam anywhere around the Cave! She's wandering all over.))

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[Trip had been desperate to find things to keep him busy since the pilgrimage had left with the only person he trusted in this screwed up place. The only up side was now there was only one person with that face here now, not that it was someone he wanted to see. His arm hurt just thinking about it.

And because of said arm, he had trouble doing his job. He'd been assigned to do any random maintenance around the cave but he was limited now with his entire left arm in a cast.

Unfortunately, he'd just come from the doctors again and told not to go to work. He had to agree, since he couldn't even hold a tool in his left hand but it still sucked. So he was just wandering at this point, desperate for something to do.

He turned a corner and almost literally ran into someone.]

Oh! Sorry. Wasn't lookin'....

[She knew that voice. She knew it as she neatly sidestepped to avoid a collision, knew it as she turned, the annoyance hidden from her face but present in her anyway, slow to suppress. When she faced him head on, though, she found herself doubting her conviction, if only for a moment.

She knew his voice, but she knew it to be colder, gruffer. And she knew his face, but she knew it with an ugly radiation scar along the right half of his face. For just that moment, she wondered if it was possible that it all had been a dream.

But no. She wouldn't fall into the trap yet. Whatever recognition had shown in her face when she froze was gone a blink later, and she inclined her head.]

No harm was done. [Human phrases that weren't quite right, those were the story of her life.]

[He's put out his good hand to steady the woman he'd bumped into...and did a double take.

He too knew that voice. And he knew that face. It was the hair, and a quick check at the ears, that were throwing him. Added onto already conflicted emotions from the 'dream' and the wariness brought on by familiar faces here in the cave, his voice came out rather soft and hesitant.]

T'Pol?

[Her eyes darted to the side, half expecting one of the workers to be there, ready to reenforce these rules about names, and the City, but there was no one. She was beginning to think it was safer to speak your mind here than it had ever been on the ship, but she couldn't be sure yet.

Gaze settling back on Trip's face, she eyed his right cheek for a moment, wondering if this really was a mental trick that had her seeing him like this.]

No. Delilah Bristow, here. [She would neither confirm nor deny that name, apparently.] What is your 'name?' [There was the slightest emphasis on name, though. She knows his name (Charles Tucker III, how you could forget a mouthful like that), but she doesn't know who he is here, in the context of...whatever this really was.]

[Trip was admittingly very bad about that. He'd often got half way through saying Malcolm's name before he remembered and said Gavin. Or Vincent. It was shocking that they hadn't brought him in, but perhaps they gave him a little leeway in that the two Malcolms were identical and he was on pain medicine.

He caught the gaze to his right cheek and recalled the other Malcolm doing the same thing on occasional. Huh.

But the 'here' was enough of a confirmation and he nodded in understanding.] Right. Rudolph Wright.

[She hesitated a moment, then, awkwardly, offered her hand to shake. That was what they did, when they greeted people, when they wanted to assess someone. Most likely, that was what was expected of her.]

Pleased to meet you. [She couldn't put much emotion into the words, though, and it came out pretty flat. But she did take the opportunity to step closer and lower her voice.]

How long have you been awake?

[Trip swallowed hard and hesitated as well due to the very human gesture coming from T'Pol. But he had to remind himself that she was most likely just playing along.]

Pleasure's mine. [The lack of emotion in her voice was familiar at least.

He considered for a moment, before taking her hand.] Come on. I think I can find us a better place to talk.

[He started to lead her through the city, until they were in a darker, more secluded area. Certainly no one could be watching here?]

To answer yer question, 'bout two weeks. But we got another problem. Malcolm's here too but there's two of 'em and one's crazier then a fruitcake. That one woke up the same time as me but the other, the normal one, just got booted out on the pilgrimage 'cuse he'd been here almost a month.