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Aug. 24th, 2013 03:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
warehousenextgenI've been here, I dunno, two and a half, three weeks now? And I still don't get it. I spend most of my days, the ones I don't spend at my computer, just wandering around, trying to figure it all out. Steve and I are flummoxed by the whole thing. Do you know how hard it is to flummox two Warehouse agents? We're used to the strange and unusual. We are fluent in freakanese. We get it.
Except for this.
I need to be caffeinated and I don't have a coffeemaker in my apartment. I don't really have anything in my apartment. Part of me is desperate to change it because Claudia Donovan does not like to live in boring, utilitarian, dare I say, institutional apartments, but the rest of me is convinced that if I stat doing that, I'm accepting this fate. I do not accept any of this, but what can I do until we find a way home?
Walking down the busy street, I'm not really paying attention to much, until something catches my eye. Walking a bit ahead of me is a fairly tall guy with an... I dunno, it's not a bad haircut, but it doesn't really seem to fit. When he turns to look at something or someone is when everything stops. And by everything I mean me. I stop cold in my tracks and the person behind me almost knocks me over. Call me crazy, but I think haircut guy has pointed ears.
I am intrigued so I follow, hoping I can get a better look. And Lady Luck, who is too stubborn to shine the light on the way home, at least gives me a better look at the guy when he turns to look at something in the window. That is when the internal freaking out begins because holy crap, is that who I think it is? It looks like Spock. Not Nimoy-Spock, but the new one. Not that it matters because HOLY CRAP SPOCK IS WALKING DOWN THE STREET. So I do what any card-carrying geek girl would do...
I FOLLOW. Dude, it's SPOCK, of course I follow.
Except for this.
I need to be caffeinated and I don't have a coffeemaker in my apartment. I don't really have anything in my apartment. Part of me is desperate to change it because Claudia Donovan does not like to live in boring, utilitarian, dare I say, institutional apartments, but the rest of me is convinced that if I stat doing that, I'm accepting this fate. I do not accept any of this, but what can I do until we find a way home?
Walking down the busy street, I'm not really paying attention to much, until something catches my eye. Walking a bit ahead of me is a fairly tall guy with an... I dunno, it's not a bad haircut, but it doesn't really seem to fit. When he turns to look at something or someone is when everything stops. And by everything I mean me. I stop cold in my tracks and the person behind me almost knocks me over. Call me crazy, but I think haircut guy has pointed ears.
I am intrigued so I follow, hoping I can get a better look. And Lady Luck, who is too stubborn to shine the light on the way home, at least gives me a better look at the guy when he turns to look at something in the window. That is when the internal freaking out begins because holy crap, is that who I think it is? It looks like Spock. Not Nimoy-Spock, but the new one. Not that it matters because HOLY CRAP SPOCK IS WALKING DOWN THE STREET. So I do what any card-carrying geek girl would do...
I FOLLOW. Dude, it's SPOCK, of course I follow.
