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Chekov was still bored out of his mind, and his observations on the Island had now filled up more space than he could really care for. He still found nothing to do with logic anywhere in those pages, and he continued to do it just because there was really nothing else to do.
Today, he had decided to attempt to entertain himself with that bookcase again, intending to find something to read rather than anything to catalogue. It seemed like, once again, there was something strange going on on the Island, and once again, Chekov had been spared. He was very grateful for this, but it did leave the whole place in even more chaos, in his opinion, than usual.
The rec room seemed as good a place to be as any, and he was perusing today's contents of the bookshelf when something caught his attention.
It was an advertisement for something - some...brand called "Victoria's Secret", which seemed kind of strange as a name, if you asked Chekov - and plastered right in the middle of the ad was...Cassie. Wearing variations of pajamas and underwear and. Cassie.
Chekov's jaw dropped and he stared. And stared some more. And stuttered out something that...well, didn't really sound like anything beyond, "Ngh." Followed shortly by an equally senseless, "Bzuh? But - but...wha-?"
Today, he had decided to attempt to entertain himself with that bookcase again, intending to find something to read rather than anything to catalogue. It seemed like, once again, there was something strange going on on the Island, and once again, Chekov had been spared. He was very grateful for this, but it did leave the whole place in even more chaos, in his opinion, than usual.
The rec room seemed as good a place to be as any, and he was perusing today's contents of the bookshelf when something caught his attention.
It was an advertisement for something - some...brand called "Victoria's Secret", which seemed kind of strange as a name, if you asked Chekov - and plastered right in the middle of the ad was...Cassie. Wearing variations of pajamas and underwear and. Cassie.
Chekov's jaw dropped and he stared. And stared some more. And stuttered out something that...well, didn't really sound like anything beyond, "Ngh." Followed shortly by an equally senseless, "Bzuh? But - but...wha-?"