[It's been quite a while since the blonde-haired Hyrulian had made herself known to the other captives of the world. A month had come and gone so effortlessly that the woman can hardly believe what all had transpired since her first arrival into the world of Genessia. When the feed first appears, the former Princess of Hyrule is in the process of taking a seat at the end of a long table. Stacks of books almost look like castle towers at either side of where she sits, framing her in a coincidental manner befitting her background. Softly, her throat clears, a single hand coming to her lips to excuse the gesture.]

I'm unsure of who this might reach, though I suppose it is safe to assume it will reach a great many of you. My name is Zelda. I want to first thank those who selflessly offered assistance and helped me to get my bearings in this strange place. Our encounters may have been brief but they were well received all the same.

I've.. [For a moment she pauses, turning and reaching an arm out to pick up a large, leather-bound book that falls upon the table top at her release.] .. been catching up on some reading. This world has a wealth of knowledge I've never seen before, and even in a month's time I've only scratched the surface of what lies beyond my home. Contraptions and technology, medicine and arts, so much of it foreign but all so alluring I'm not quite able to fathom what else might be out there.

To the few of you that I did have the pleasure of speaking with, I wonder, would I perhaps be able to inquire more of where it is you came from? Call it curiosity or an inquisition, I assure you I mean no harm in asking, but I wish to learn as much as I can to better be of use to the whole of this world. I've.. not a talent for much outside of what I was raised upon, but I do know a minor amount of medicine and potion drafting. Languages, history, I'm not sure what good those sorts of things will be but if I can help in any sort of medical task I would very much like to.

If you're still out there, Doctor McCoy, I'd be very interested in meeting with you once more, personally.

[She stands from the table, continuing to speak as she walks towards the view of the device.]

To all other parties, you'll be able to find me in the central library, I believe it is called. Once I'm able to tear myself away from the table here, I can most likely give you a better location than name alone.

[She gives a soft smile while her face is framed in the camera, lifting her free hand up to wave at the audience.]

Until then. I do hope to hear from many of you soon.

[Kidnapped. That wasn't a totally unfamiliar experience for Harold, but the method and means could not have been more different. That didn't save him from a momentary panic, when he woke somewhere other and had to struggle out of the strange, egg-like coffin he'd woken up in. It took effort, and the unexpected damp on the ends of his pantlegs when he finally freed himself, painfully, was adding insult to injury as he forced himself to calm down and take stock of his immediate situation and belongings. A pendant. A smartphone. A damp cave. His spine on fire.

[He pocketed the pendant, the smartphone, the key, the money in crisp red unfamiliar bills. The pamphlet he read over as carefully as he, after, listened to the hologram, once he found his way towards the exit. One of the numerous maps nearby also went into a pocket, folded neatly in the center, after a cursory glance. Step two was research, most of which he was able to accomplish on his cellphone, browsing through the information provided on the network. While he was there, he changed his display name to a typical alias, "Harold Wren" - he had reason to suspect no one here would have known the alias back home, so reusing it didn't bother him, and it was certainly a step up from using his real name.

[The more he read, the more clear it became that, at least for the moment, he was going to be trapped here, among strangers and apart from his work. That was.. concerning. While he understood, from his research, that time would not pass "home" while he was here, it was still an uncomfortable thought, to be stuck in this separate world that had never known the Machine, to be void of purpose for the first time in a long while. And void of friends.

[It is with these thoughts weighing heavily on his mind that he finally keys in the text feature of his new smartphone, making a short post to the network. Banking on the hope that he might be able to gain information, perhaps.]

Hello. I was wondering if someone might not be able to provide me with some information on this place, as I just arrived.

[The video clicks on and there's a quick blur of movement, of lights and counter and what might have been a mirror before the video fades to nothing but nothing.

There are some footsteps - bare skin on tile, the distant creek of a faucet being turned on and the echo of water against tile as what is pretty obviously a shower turns on.

The sound lessens and there is nothing for a minute or so until the sound of singing reverbrates through the room.

Those that know him may recognize the voice as belonging to one Leonard McCoy.

It's clear and by no means bad, if not very loud or exceptionally honed; some only slightly embarrassing song from his own time with obvious roots in country music.

If it wasn't clear before that this video was unintentional it becomes obvious after around ten minutes of the impromptu concert when the shower has stopped and McCoy has lifted the communicator to see why there's a light on the back.

His expression - once he actually sees the screen - melts quickly from almost relaxed but confused to deer-in-the-headlights.

Shirtless and hair still dripping wet though luckily nothing else on display, McCoy stares into the screen.]

Oh, hell.

Would it be possible to find something around here involving flying something? Anything, really. I might need to practice a time or two, but I can pretty much fly anything with wings.

If not, maybe something mechanical or related works, too. Those two things are what I do best, and I need something to keep me busy and earn a little on the side.

At least, that's what I'm good at that's legal. I really don't wanna slip back into the old ways at this late date. Leia shows up, she'd have my hide...

Who; Leonard McCoy and James T Kirk
What; Checking in
Where; Common Housing, Jim's Room
When; May 25, Evening
Warnings; None


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[The smart phone opens to the picture of a blonde-haired woman, dressed in a uniform of azure and royalty, looking at the screen which captures her image with a concerned and worrisome expression. Her eyes are fresh with tears, rudely awoken and confused at her new surroundings, though the video does little to explain such affairs before she speaks.]

It is almost similar to the Sheikah Slate.. Hello? I am unsure if this tool is in working order so I hope this message is received by some one near by. My name is Zelda, Princess and daughter of the Royal Family of Hyrule. The provided tomes I've discovered here explain a great deal, but they do not alleviate any such concerns I have for my family and friends.

I am uncertain if there is any one capable, but some assistance would be appreciated. In the meantime, while I wait here before these archways, I will continue to read and study and observe what I can. What I am certain of is that I am not the first to arrive here, and I am also sure my requests are more than likely routine for whoever is listening.

[She lowers her head, turning a palm up to her eyes to wipe away the remnants of her frustration and sadness.]

I have many questions that I would prefer to impose upon another rather than rely on text, if any one is willing. Please, let this message reach some one. Again, my name is Zelda, and I am standing before a series of archways. If there is any one listening, please hear my call.

[On her final plea the feed ends.]

- - - - - - - -

[She crawled along the ground, knees and hands keeping her upright as she poured over the different pamphlets and brochures that had been provided. To any and all who arrive to find her, the young Princess looks more like a studious traveler than a lost cause. She speaks to herself, muttering different locations and terms that she picks from the different pieces of text, as if reciting them assists in her memorizing the observations she makes.]

Schnee.. Genessia.. A smart phone? How extraordinary. And these pendents? What is it that allows for the functionality with these gateways? Is it some form of magic, or an ancient piece of technology? Peculiar, very peculiar.

[The situation was not exactly unusual - he had never been kidnapped in this particular manner before, but, well, he couldn't say it was the first time he'd been taken or held against his will, and waking up in a big, damp room with a gift box was a lot nicer than being handcuffed to a wall or on the run from psychotic aliens. Of course, in his admittedly limited experience, it tended to mean that worse things were coming, but he'd judge that on a case-by-case.

[At any rate, once he's out of the egg-shaped container he arrived in, Jim takes a quick look around before heading for the exit, stopping to listen to the hologram on the way. He's a little taken aback by the combination of hologram technology and regular old paper, given that he's from a time and place where the latter is hardly ever used due to the development and advancement of the former, but he takes it in stride.

[Once the hologram is over and he's had a chance to glance over the things in the box and, betting on a need for his hands, pocket the currency, objects, and folded-up pamphlet, he grabs one of the maps by the hologram and walks out onto a street that doesn't look like it would be particularly out of place in any of the larger cities of Earth. The sun is shining - something that his eyes take a minute to adjust to - and the sky looks clear, and there aren't many other people on the street. With no visual cues to his location further than what the hologram and the map tell him, Jim figures it might be a good time to try the communicator. After all, if he was here... what were the chances they'd only kidnap one person from his ship?

[Powering on the device, it only takes him a few moments to work out the features and get a video message started. Once he has it in hand, he takes a deep breath, and begins.]

This is James T Kirk, captain of the USS Enterprise. I just woke up here, and I was hoping someone might have seen my crew, or have some information about this place - outside of what the hologram already told me.

[He's really banking on the idea that he isn't alone in this. It's been a long time since he's had to work alone, and it's not his favorite way to operate.]

[Another day, another adventure. While Spock isn’t thrilled to find that he’s the target this go around, it’s certainly not surprising; statistically, with how things go on the Enterprise, he was overdue for something akin to this to happen.

He watches the video dutifully and thoroughly reads through all of the provided paper pamphlets (arguably the most alarming thing about this planet), frowning all the while, before he broadcasts a video on the primitive device while he begins to leave the Bay.]

Greetings, I am Commander Spock of the U.S.S. Enterprise. If I have been taken, then I believe that there must be at least one other member of the Enterprise here, a Captain James Kirk [because Kirk’s luck has always been worse that way]. If you have any information on the whereabouts of my captain, please let me know.

I am also interested in learning more about the technology available to us [he hopes it gets better than a god damn smart phone] and what it is that is preventing us from simply contacting our ships and getting transported back. As the Enterprise’s science officer I believe that I may be able to offer some assistance on the matter.

[Groggy was the least of Leonard's problems, following closely after 'Where the hell am I?'. Oh, sure, he'd sat and listened to the hologram, and it would be his damn luck if that was all true. He'd still prefer to hear it from a person.

Yanking someone off a spaceship in the middle of space wasn't as much of an impossibility as it seemed before Jim'd beamed onto the Enterprise mid-warp with Scotty.

He didn't mind being planet-side, a good old fashioned atmosphere was always well and good by him. What was pissing him off more was the fact that he'd come down with the clothes on his back, his communicator, and nothing much else. The damn communicator didn't even work, or at least it wasn't picking up anything.

After about an hour he'd stopped waiting by the bay, taken his welcome package and headed off to what the map had said was a bar a few blocks away. Jack's - or something like that.

One drink wasn't going to get him drunk and if he was really the only one that got abducted here they'd be looking for him.

Leonard McCoy is nursing his second glass of bourbon and frowning over the paperwork he'd taken to reading when he finally looks at the other communicator they gave him. Well, he figured, why the hell not? He's scowling into the device once he finally turns it on.]

Doctor Leonard McCoy, Starfleet Medical Officer here, and I've got just one good question for whoever happens to be on this damn thing; What the hell is really going on here?

[He tilts the device pointedly away and takes another sip of his drink before returning to its view. Then, as almost an afterthought he adds;]

Aside from what that hologram had to say.