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Who: Nero, Baby, Rayne, maybe more.
When: Back-dated to port, just after his trip out with Ian.
Where: NYC, near Santa.
What: One very confused Romulan meeting and greeting fellow Barge-mates while bewildered by 21st-century New York City.
Warnings: Definitely language, possibly violence.
Nero still wasn't used to the Barge. His stay in Level 0 had not improved his temper, but it had given him time to think, and since then he'd not done anything worthy of getting stuck back there. He'd heard of 'port', and assumed it had to be little different than shore leave on an ordinary ship--and, as he wanted to get off the thing, he needed to ensure he’d get Ian’s permission to do it.
The idea of escape had idly occurred to him, but once he was actually off the ship he realized that trying to escape here would be incredibly, incredibly stupid. He'd never been to Earth before, and this was an Earth unlike anything he'd seen even in pictures--a dirty, crowded, polluted city, full of life and undeniably primitive technology. He'd hadn't been out five minutes before he realized that this had to be pre-First Contact; these people could never have seen an alien before, though fortunately for him he looked human enough that nobody seemed too suspicious. Given some of the people he saw wandering around, even his eyebrows and his ears weren’t overly noteworthy--he’d seen a young couple with faces so full of piercings they looked half like androids, men and women with wild, multi-colored hair and facial tattoos that made his look positively subtle.
He’d behaved himself while out with his Warden, Ian Malcom--for a given value of ‘behave’, anyway; he refrained from attacking anyone, but his temper was his temper and he couldn’t often keep it to himself. As Pike had learned aboard the Narada, Nero was actually capable of being somewhat polite; it just didn’t tend to last long. He’d mostly behaved, though, and had watched carefully how Ian navigated the city and its inhabitants--it was all information he himself would probably need to know. It was with Ian he got more clothing, strange and unfamiliar Terran garments, though at least there was plenty of black to be had. It was also his first experience with truly Terran food, though he wasn’t surprised to find it wasn’t actually bad--not so spicy as most Romulan food, but hardly bland.
He now found himself near some fat Terran dressed in red, with long white facial hair and what to Nero seemed an intolerable amount of cheer. Were he not so set on surveillance, he would have broken the man's neck, but as it was he had too much to learn about Earth to attract that kind of attention just yet.
When: Back-dated to port, just after his trip out with Ian.
Where: NYC, near Santa.
What: One very confused Romulan meeting and greeting fellow Barge-mates while bewildered by 21st-century New York City.
Warnings: Definitely language, possibly violence.
Nero still wasn't used to the Barge. His stay in Level 0 had not improved his temper, but it had given him time to think, and since then he'd not done anything worthy of getting stuck back there. He'd heard of 'port', and assumed it had to be little different than shore leave on an ordinary ship--and, as he wanted to get off the thing, he needed to ensure he’d get Ian’s permission to do it.
The idea of escape had idly occurred to him, but once he was actually off the ship he realized that trying to escape here would be incredibly, incredibly stupid. He'd never been to Earth before, and this was an Earth unlike anything he'd seen even in pictures--a dirty, crowded, polluted city, full of life and undeniably primitive technology. He'd hadn't been out five minutes before he realized that this had to be pre-First Contact; these people could never have seen an alien before, though fortunately for him he looked human enough that nobody seemed too suspicious. Given some of the people he saw wandering around, even his eyebrows and his ears weren’t overly noteworthy--he’d seen a young couple with faces so full of piercings they looked half like androids, men and women with wild, multi-colored hair and facial tattoos that made his look positively subtle.
He’d behaved himself while out with his Warden, Ian Malcom--for a given value of ‘behave’, anyway; he refrained from attacking anyone, but his temper was his temper and he couldn’t often keep it to himself. As Pike had learned aboard the Narada, Nero was actually capable of being somewhat polite; it just didn’t tend to last long. He’d mostly behaved, though, and had watched carefully how Ian navigated the city and its inhabitants--it was all information he himself would probably need to know. It was with Ian he got more clothing, strange and unfamiliar Terran garments, though at least there was plenty of black to be had. It was also his first experience with truly Terran food, though he wasn’t surprised to find it wasn’t actually bad--not so spicy as most Romulan food, but hardly bland.
He now found himself near some fat Terran dressed in red, with long white facial hair and what to Nero seemed an intolerable amount of cheer. Were he not so set on surveillance, he would have broken the man's neck, but as it was he had too much to learn about Earth to attract that kind of attention just yet.