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          OOC ;;      i just finished my sixth and last final of the semester so i’m going to take some time to recharge a little bit but i will be back very soon !!!

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     OOC ;;     like this for a starter mayybbeee tomorrow.

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     @sheresists​ //     “  Блин ------- ”      the annoyed sound escapes his lips as he stares down at his PADD in dismay ( yet another calculation gone awry somehow ). it’s as if his brain was leaking knowledge when he was otherwise preoccupied in the med bay ; leaving very little for him to use at the moment. it’s not an enjoyable feeling ; FORGETTING things he knows that he knows. of course then is the moment his screen goes dark.      “ ---  Бля !! ”      that’s a little stronger and accompanied by his PADD meeting the table below a little harder than necessary. that draws stares, and blue eyes cast around apologetically,      “ ---- sorry. sorry. ”

( STARTER CALL )

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                                                                           ❝ ----- AYE, keptain. ❞

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     @miasmuseemporium //      ❝ did you need something , keptain ? ❞ always eager to please, he stands earnestly at attention ; ( blue eyes wide and fingers twitching around his each out of sight behind his back ). the DOCTOR may have mentioned something of a sort --- that’s why he’s here ; though whether that’s because the captain needs help or because the doctor thought help was need is still to be determined.

( STARTER CALL )

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     OOC ;;     like this for a starter mayybbeee tomorrow.

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vulku‌:

                      “      that is indeed peculiar.       ”               dark eyes sweep across the information as efficiently as it is displayed,               the calculations dissected.              THEY WERE CORRECT.              the conundrum this presents sets neurons firing off in his brain,             a mixture of genuine curiosity as well as his inherent need to problem-solve melding into something insatiable.               there is a possible answer,              but it is one that raises other questions in it’s stead.

“        i believe,               mr. chekov,               that you have stumbled upon quite the anomaly.          a potential bend in space - time that is entirely invisible for our sensors.            ”      

          ❝ AYE --- that is the conclusion i also reached, though i thought it was --- ah --- ❞ sentence trails off mid-form as he’s suddenly struck by the irony of saying impossible on the USS ENTERPRISE : the very star ship so many rules did not seem to APPLY very much like her captain. he casts around for another word in its place -- невероятный. ❝ ------ IMPROBABLE. ❞

          gaze drops to the portscreen in his hand, agile fingers moving quickly once again to bring up the ship’s trajectory he’s plotted. ❝ HERE our bearings begin to not make sense. we pass points far too quickly and MR. SCOTT confirms there is no malfunction or otherwise to the warp core. ❞

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     OOC ;;      guys my hottest take : chekov goes by andrei.

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     OOC ;;     oh my god.... someone tell me binging the reboot movies for the second time in like four days is a TERRIBLE idea.

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vulku‌:

“    … . . negative.       (     the vulcan pauses,         quickly assessing the ensign’s condition.       )       perhaps i may be of assistance.           i assume there is no emergency at present,         correct?    ”    

          ❝ AYE, that is correct, sir ; though ---------- there is something i cannot quite explwain. ❞     already, fingers are dancing across his portscreen, bringing up figures and swiping them away just as quickly as he searches for the relevant calculations.     ❝ given the pwecise mathematical calculations of our trajectory, we should still not have appwoached the outskirts of this galaxy for another forty minutes to an HOUR ; but we have somehow managed to pass the point in qwestion --oh-- five or so minutes ago ------- it is MOST unusual. ❞

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     @vulku //     “ WAIT, wait commander, commander ---- have you seen the keptain ? ” blue eyes are wide as they fix on spock, his words very clearly breathless, though from exertion or excitement ( or some mixture of both ) that remains to be seen.

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     OOC ;;     hey guys !!! welcome and thanks for checking me out / following. i’m ols and i am very excited to get things rolling on chekov. i’ll admit, i haven’t been indie in a hot sec but i think my writing skills are still pretty good so... i’m hopeful !! the beautiful natalia dyer will be my ooc fc so when you see her it’s me !

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                                                       “ ---------------- AYE, keptain. ”

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           no one else is at chekov’s table as he stares into a mug of imitation coffee ( irish russian style ). it’s still two hours away from when he’s supposed to be on the bridge but he’s awake all the same. the mess hall is not quite EMPTY at this hour, but it is the closest it would get until the clocks on the enterprise switched over to signal a new day. the days run together too easy now as they run between point a and point b, careful calculations and perfect courses plotted under his fingers ( his own portable screen now sits on the table temporarily ignored, half-finished plots still lit up on it ), it dulls at even his seemingly inexhaustible reservoir of energy --- makes him CRAVE a bit of the UNEXPECTED ; whatever it may be. 

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