prime directive | red & ephram
What seemed to be happening as far as Ephram could tell was that he kept sliding instantly from one mana pool to another, with hardly any time back in Sumner Prime. He didn’t know if this was a result of Anaxis being active or what -- since the demon couldn’t exist in parallel worlds -- but Ephram wasn’t complaining. Anything was better than being enslaved by the demon.
So when he found himself standing in front of a wall panel, holding a tray upon which was a styrofoam cup with a silver outside and a plate full of brightly multicoloured food blocks, Ephram knew exactly where he was. A broad grin crossed his face, and he turned from the food replicator to find that Red was there as well. Not wearing that awful deathhound collar, thank the Lord (and thanks also for the fact that he couldn’t remember the details of what the demon had done to this poor feller), and looking sweet and ruddy in his red Engineering shirt.
“This is great,” Ephram declared, likewise attired in Engineering red. For his shirt, at least; he was also inexplicably wearing a long black skirt with it. Ephram didn’t mind. If they were really in a Star Trek reality then he didn’t figure that gendered clothes were a thing. “Holy shit, you think we’re gonna see aliens??”