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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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I assume that would be truth for us all.

It would have been better to not have added in that last part. Nobody believes the story we're told and they know it.

No one believes, or no one remembers?

Both, but would you believe something that contradicts everything you know?

What proof do I have that everything I know is true?

What proof do you have that says otherwise?

I was supplied with a picture. I presume you were as well.

I was not. It was a voice recording.

And both would act as proof.

It's not much proof.

Better than none.

It's not enough.

...I would like to continue this discussion in person. If you're willing to, that is.

[ABORT ABORT well at least be careful.] Where?

[Oh if only she knew.] My quarters. It would be safer there than somewhere more public.

I'd prefer to meet somewhere public, first.

Then I believe we're not to meet until much later. I cannot leave my room for a few days due to an injury that occurred after my awakening.

What manner of injury?

A broken limb. It's quite annoying, to be honest.

Broken limbs tend to be.

[And after a short pause:] Where are your quarters?

[Insert directions here.] Shall I take this to mean you're willing to meet with me?

For the moment, yes. Is not a good time?

Now is as good a time as any.

I'll be there shortly. [And regret that decision immediately. :v]

I will be waiting. [Lies, you'll never regret it.]

[And she'll just be following those directions. She's going to take a few minutes to check the place out, though. Make sure she doesn't see anything fishy. But she can't get a good look inside, so eventually, she'll knock.]

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