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[After finding her clothes and things, Christine is tiptoeing through the ship, expecting an enemy around every corner. But when she comes to the hatch that leads out, she feels a rush of relief. Slipping outside, she takes in her surroundings, and then tries the communicator in her hand -- one that looks so much like one from the Enterprise that she assumes she can reach her ship.]

Chapel to Enterprise. I'm at an unknown location. I was captured and placed in some sort of stasis pod. Requesting you beam me up immediately.

[She waits, and nothing happens. Nor is there any response from the transporter team. Uh oh.]

Enterprise, come in?

[More silence. Sighing, she begins to move away from the crashed ship, wondering if there's something about it that's blocking her signal. She looks curiously at the domed city in the distance, and the landscape surrounding her. Then she speaks to herself.]

Where am I?

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[It takes a moment for Bones to process that voice, and then he's grabbing for his own communicator and slapping it in place above his workspace. Thus, it doesn't take long at all for the image of one Dr. Leonard McCoy to form up, against a backdrop of rather primitive lab equipment and with one eyebrow arched to an angle that would make Spock proud.]

I really wish they'd stop yanking people back every time someone new from the ship wakes up, but I'll take it over nobody at all.

You're on a planet called Verdana, Nurse Chapel. No sign of the Enterprise, and we're not sure we're even in the same galaxy as Earth at this point. There's some shenanigans involving time and cross-dimensional travel that the engineering types are obsessing over, but I've been stuck dealing with bioengineered plagues and now trying to restart the immune system of someone who hasn't got one.

Good to see you. Now get down to the hospital here and help me out.

[The "enterprise" bit sounds vaguely familiar, though Lyall couldn't guess from where. Still, he's awake, working on paperwork he had missed out on while recovering from the full moon. Some of it, to his mild amusement, even has his own name on it.

So since he's awake and catches the attempted communication and all, he replies.]

Your pardon, miss. But I'm afraid you quite likely very far from home. This planet is called Verdana, and no one yet who's arrived has heard of it. Are you all right?

Chapel, I'm afraid your Enterprise can't hear you.

But you're safe here, among friends. [Well....'safe' might be an overstatement.]

[Well hello to you too. Christine stares at the screen, finally realizing that this can't be a Starfleet communicator, and trying to digest all he's saying.]

So time shenanigans mean you've been here for awhile, I'm guessing? And where is this hospital, sir? Is it under that dome?

Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just-- I woke up in a pod, and that... concerned me a little.

I'm starting to realize that.

[Coming to terms with it though? That might take a little longer.]

Right. Sure. Uh, can you tell me why I woke up in a pod in a crashed space vessel?

I'm sorry. It's a bit disorienting, or it was for me.

We were brought here, we've been told, to be weapons in a war. But the war ended before they could use us and we were forgotten.

Well that's-- ["A load of crap" comes to mind, but she rewords it in her head.] -- inconvenient. Couldn't we just inform the people who brought us here so we can be sent back to where we belong?

A bit troubling, I know. When I came out of mine, I didn't have the faintest idea what it was, or what anything around me was. That structure you came from is a crashed space vessel of some sort, and there are people waking up on it fairly often. You ought to head down the mountain into that ruined city you see down there. Most of us are near the center, where the electricity and plumbing still function.

[He pauses, tilts his head at her with a little smile, and adds,]

The name is Randolph Lyall, by the way. How do you do.

I honestly can't recommend that. They've already attacked us, and the Old City hospital, just for trying to exist peacefully.

No, the dome is full of trigger-happy paranoid maniacs and the oppressed citizens of their regime. I'd recommend giving it a pass.

[Bones' expression grows abstract, and enlarged, as he pulls his communicator (disguised as a PADD) from its place and accesses its onboard stores. It's the work of a moment to send along a rough copy of a local map, with the hospital and a few other locations annotated.]

There. And I'd give it a couple months now. Being a doctor, not a theoretical physicist, I'm stranded until someone else figures out how to put us all back where we belong. Fortunately, there's one of those running around... and we used to have Jim, but the pods on board the ship are tricky. Sometimes people get pulled back into stasis, and he was one of them.

[She nods, starting towards the city.]

I'm Christine Chapel, and I've been better.

[But still, this is better than being the only person here, besides those still in those pods.]

Thank you, though. Do you happen to know how long I might have been in that pod?

[She makes a shocked noise, looking on the dome with suspicion now.]

So they brought us here, but they don't want us here anymore?

[She just woke up! It's not like she wants to be here either.]

Anywhere from roughly a century to... longer. That's just the estimate for how long that ship has been crashed on the planet.

[His voice is a little apologetic, but he does have some (possible) good news.]

But considering we all come from vastly different places and times, and even universes, it's quite possible we will be returned to where and when we were taken from.

Pretty far from your Enterprise, I'm afraid.

[He's still getting used to this planet, but confused newcomers are, well, nothing new.]

That's about the size of it, as your kind would say.

But we can work together, and accomplish, well, something worthwhile.

[The communicator makes a ding sound and alerts her to the incoming file. A moment later she has it open and -- on a whim -- she pinches the screen with her fingers to see if she can zoom in and out. It works, and she sees the path towards the hospital. Then she closes it so she can see her boss's face again.]

And he'd be out by now if there was any way for us to open them from the outside? That or it'll kill him if we try to open it, I'm guessing.

[She makes her way down towards the old city like the map showed her.]

Is there a local population in this city, or is everyone there from the pods too?

[She stops walking and presses the heel of her hand to her forehead for a moment. Hold on, she's trying to process this.]

I see. How do we go about getting returned?

Yeah. I caught on.

[By now she's walking down towards the city, but she spares a look back at the alien ship lying there. What she wouldn't give to hear Mr. Scott get in touch with her right about now, or see a shuttle from her ship coming down to pick her up.]

Are you a pod-person too?

[She thinks there has to be more to it than that, but there's a lot going through her mind right now, so she doesn't press on the topic of the dome-people.]

What'd you have in mind? And what's your name?

I suppose that's one word for it. Now that I think of it, I haven't heard any of the locals communicate over these.

We get that crashed vessel functional again. There are quite a few people working on the problem, between doing work needed around the city, though it isn't likely to occur very soon, I'm afraid.

[He remembers now where he's heard of the Enterprise.]

You do not happen to know a Doctor Leonard McCoy, do you?

[He's trying to keep it simple. He'd dropped the presence of dinosaurs on the starship pilot and that had gone...marginally.]

We can help the people here, those outside the dome, in the Old City. In many ways our technology exceeds theirs.

And we can work together to find a way home.

Oh, Chapel. I'm sorry. My name is Wing.

That was gonna be my next question, if you said you came from the pods too. So what are the locals here like? Friendly, hostile, somewhere in between?

[It's unlikely she can be of help with the ship, but she can at least help in the city.]

I do.

[And now she actually smiles.]

I'm the one who's really in charge of his medbay back home, but don't you go telling him I said that.

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