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WHO: Susan Sto Helit and Hikaru Sulu
WHAT: SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER. Also an okay lunch-spot.
WHERE: SPAAAAAAAAAACE. But first Sulu's room, I guess.
WHEN: Saturday morning.
WARNINGS: mentions of doorknobs
The thought process that led Susan to Hikaru Sulu's door at 11:00 a.m. one Saturday was a complex one, and it was missing a few links. But it could roughly have been summarized as follows:
1) There are previously sane and rational individuals doing battle in the streets over a series of novels about (as far as she could gather) astronomical phenomena, things that glittered but were not, apparently, gold, and a teenaged girl with an unhealthy interest in statuary;
2) mediating between the two sides or, failing that, dousing every one of them with cold water was not at present a practical option;
3) intervening more directly would attract unwanted notice;
4) and the noise was making it impossible to concentrate on her studies.
Therefore,
5) She needed to leave the city.
6) She ought, if she was to be leaving the city, to take advantage of it and go where she could learn the most about this world.
7) Hikaru Sulu was, as best she could gather, from the future of this planet, and had some background in science.
7a) And in Jim Kirk.
8) He would probably know even more about its workings than people who were from the present of this planet.
9) He'd made his foremost concerns very clear, and there was certainly something she could offer him in return for the information.
10) It had been a long time since she had seen the stars up close, since she'd been very busy recently with the difficult business of being normal.
In front of his door, all this seemed a little less clear: they'd talked exactly twice on the network, and, it occurred to her, he might not be home at all, let alone willing to go with her on an excursion to a place where they would be quite free of surveillance. But if it came to it she could simply apologize and go to the local library, where, at least, there wouldn't be any screaming prepubescents armed with improvised weaponry and both idealistic and realistic fire.
Right.
She prepared to walk through the door. Then she remembered herself-- which is to say, she remembered the existence of doorknobs, and how they related to her-- and knocked.
WHAT: SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER. Also an okay lunch-spot.
WHERE: SPAAAAAAAAAACE. But first Sulu's room, I guess.
WHEN: Saturday morning.
WARNINGS: mentions of doorknobs
The thought process that led Susan to Hikaru Sulu's door at 11:00 a.m. one Saturday was a complex one, and it was missing a few links. But it could roughly have been summarized as follows:
1) There are previously sane and rational individuals doing battle in the streets over a series of novels about (as far as she could gather) astronomical phenomena, things that glittered but were not, apparently, gold, and a teenaged girl with an unhealthy interest in statuary;
2) mediating between the two sides or, failing that, dousing every one of them with cold water was not at present a practical option;
3) intervening more directly would attract unwanted notice;
4) and the noise was making it impossible to concentrate on her studies.
Therefore,
5) She needed to leave the city.
6) She ought, if she was to be leaving the city, to take advantage of it and go where she could learn the most about this world.
7) Hikaru Sulu was, as best she could gather, from the future of this planet, and had some background in science.
7a) And in Jim Kirk.
8) He would probably know even more about its workings than people who were from the present of this planet.
9) He'd made his foremost concerns very clear, and there was certainly something she could offer him in return for the information.
10) It had been a long time since she had seen the stars up close, since she'd been very busy recently with the difficult business of being normal.
In front of his door, all this seemed a little less clear: they'd talked exactly twice on the network, and, it occurred to her, he might not be home at all, let alone willing to go with her on an excursion to a place where they would be quite free of surveillance. But if it came to it she could simply apologize and go to the local library, where, at least, there wouldn't be any screaming prepubescents armed with improvised weaponry and both idealistic and realistic fire.
Right.
She prepared to walk through the door. Then she remembered herself-- which is to say, she remembered the existence of doorknobs, and how they related to her-- and knocked.