[ The conversation between Tilly and Porter takes at least ten minutes longer than it really needed to be. She's grateful to be greeted upon arrival in a new reality by someone this friendly (if very nervous in a very relatable way), since her two previous brushes with dimensional travel involved the Terran universe and being possessed and kidnapped by sentient fungus. After a couple bad trips (hah) like that, and anyone might develop a bit of anxiety about the multiverse.
When the two ensigns are done babbling at each other, she's left alone with her protein paste tube. Looking unhappily at it, and towards the very hungry children, she hands it over. ]
I'm going to build a proper food synthesizer here if I have to make it out of spare parts and weird lizard bone rocks. [ The thought of calculating the molecular chemistry and energy matrix conduction keeps her from noticing that she can, in fact, be overheard. ]
b. Strange New Eggs
[ It doesn't take her long to find "her" egg piñata of goodies. Most of it, like her uniform, communicator and her PADD, she stuffs right away into a bag to take back and clean, but when her hands find her tricorder, she grasps it like a slimy security blanket and uses her borrowed clothes to wipe it off as best she can in order to see if it's in working condition.
She lets out an excited, giddy laugh when the lights and high-pitched whirring start. ] Oh, my day just got a whole lot easier.
Basecamp
c. Hand Me the Space Wrench
[ Tilly finds the Engineering Corps with an almost natural magnetism leading her there. And then promptly takes up about half an hour of Thorkill's time asking question after question about everything from the downed ship's propulsion system to the hydroelectric power generator to the way their 3D printer operates, comparing each answer in her head to what she's used to working with and how much she can help these people.
She likes Thorkill. Even if it's weird talking shop with someone as cheerful as she is. She's gone on several technological side-rants without a snarky CO telling her to stay on task. She kind of misses it a little. ]
OK, so, what needs fixing today?
The Trouble with Quagos
[ Maybe it's a side-effect of spending so much time in Discovery's cultivation bay, surrounded by cosmic mycelial spores, or maybe it's from her time in the Jah-Sepp's realm. Or hell, maybe it's her allergies acting up enough to keep the spores from finding their way through her nasal passage. Whatever the reason, she is significantly less stoned than most of the people around her.
But less is not nothing. After trying to will some of the visual side effects away to no avail, she holds her hand up to someone. ]
Gravity is still working right? Because I swear I can feel how fast this planet is moving through space and I'm pretty sure if I let go of this chair I'm going to be flung into the upper atmosphere.
Ensign Tilly ⭐ Star Trek: Discovery
a. Theatre
[ The conversation between Tilly and Porter takes at least ten minutes longer than it really needed to be. She's grateful to be greeted upon arrival in a new reality by someone this friendly (if very nervous in a very relatable way), since her two previous brushes with dimensional travel involved the Terran universe and being possessed and kidnapped by sentient fungus. After a couple bad trips (hah) like that, and anyone might develop a bit of anxiety about the multiverse.
When the two ensigns are done babbling at each other, she's left alone with her protein paste tube. Looking unhappily at it, and towards the very hungry children, she hands it over. ]
I'm going to build a proper food synthesizer here if I have to make it out of spare parts and weird lizard bone rocks. [ The thought of calculating the molecular chemistry and energy matrix conduction keeps her from noticing that she can, in fact, be overheard. ]
b. Strange New Eggs
[ It doesn't take her long to find "her" egg piñata of goodies. Most of it, like her uniform, communicator and her PADD, she stuffs right away into a bag to take back and clean, but when her hands find her tricorder, she grasps it like a slimy security blanket and uses her borrowed clothes to wipe it off as best she can in order to see if it's in working condition.
She lets out an excited, giddy laugh when the lights and high-pitched whirring start. ] Oh, my day just got a whole lot easier.
Basecamp
c. Hand Me the Space Wrench
[ Tilly finds the Engineering Corps with an almost natural magnetism leading her there. And then promptly takes up about half an hour of Thorkill's time asking question after question about everything from the downed ship's propulsion system to the hydroelectric power generator to the way their 3D printer operates, comparing each answer in her head to what she's used to working with and how much she can help these people.
She likes Thorkill. Even if it's weird talking shop with someone as cheerful as she is. She's gone on several technological side-rants without a snarky CO telling her to stay on task. She kind of misses it a little. ]
OK, so, what needs fixing today?
The Trouble with Quagos
[ Maybe it's a side-effect of spending so much time in Discovery's cultivation bay, surrounded by cosmic mycelial spores, or maybe it's from her time in the Jah-Sepp's realm. Or hell, maybe it's her allergies acting up enough to keep the spores from finding their way through her nasal passage. Whatever the reason, she is significantly less stoned than most of the people around her.
But less is not nothing. After trying to will some of the visual side effects away to no avail, she holds her hand up to someone. ]
Gravity is still working right? Because I swear I can feel how fast this planet is moving through space and I'm pretty sure if I let go of this chair I'm going to be flung into the upper atmosphere.