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A tall, black haired man with pointed ears and a military uniform steps through the door, and freezes. This is not the bridge. He silently surveys the strange room for a moment, his calm expression not flickering despite the shock and alarm that courses through him until he manages to surpress the automatic emotional response. A hotel, Terran

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Witt is on his way in from the beach when he comes across the new arrival. He stops to greet him, then pauses a little. Well, his mama always said that it's not polite to stare, so he just puts on a bit of a crooked smile.

"You don't even know the half of it."

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Spock isn't unused to staring, there aren't exactly a lot of other Vulcans in Starfleet. He doesn't smile in return, just looks back impassively. "Then perhaps you could enlighten me."

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"I ain't ever been too good at enlightening. And truth be told, I can't do too well at explaining this. Most I can tell you is we've found ourselves in some hotel."

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"That did appear to be the case," Spock says, with what in a human would probably have been dry humor. "Can you tell me where this hotel is?"

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Witt shrugs, running a hand through his hair and giving a bit of a chuckle.

"Afraid not. No place I've ever been, no place anyone else's ever been either."

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"I see." It's especially concerning, considering he'd been in the middle of a ship in deep space.