All Of These Familiar Faces [OPEN]

[throwoutthebook]

WHO: Trip Tucker (Rudolph Wright) & Major Malcolm Reed (Vincent Stark), open
WHAT: Running into a (not so) familiar face right after waking up
WHERE: Living Quarters
WHEN: April 21st
WARNINGS: All additional threads take place after the first one with Trip and the Major. Tag one or tag both, either is fine!



Could this day get any more ridiculous? First, Trip had had to deal with alien Nazis who were trying to take over the time stream and damn Suliban who tied him up in a closet. At least he'd found out the Captain wasn't dead, so there was one plus. Then, he'd woken up in some strange place and told that everything he ever knew was a dream. That he was really this Rudolph (Rudolph? Really? Wasn't Charles Tucker the Third enough of a mouthful?) Wright guy who'd been put to sleep to avoid some Disaster and that was about all he'd gotten before he'd just stopped listening.

This just had to be another trick. First, the Enterprise had been pulled through time and now he'd been pulled into some other reality. That was the only way he could make sense of this. And he was going to find a way home and nothing or no one was going to stop him, no matter what proof they tried to show him that he belonged here. He belonged on Enterprise, on Earth or in Florida, he'd except no other substitutions.

Trip had searched the room he'd been shown to, and after finding nothing but more frustration, he decided he better go take a look around. There had to be something in this cave that could help him find a way out of here and he was going to find it.

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[tactical_alert]

Trip's reaction was wrong. Everything about it was simply wrong, and it was concerning--and then he came waltzing back into the scene, and Malcolm stopped dead in his tracks. "What the hell?"

Whatever was going on, it was utter nonsense. There was certainly something dark about this doppelganger, something he did not at all like immediately. And Trip--had he done something to Trip, or was this one also just a...a...well, a different one, at the very least?

"Someone had best explain themselves," he barked, wishing he had his phase pistol on him, "now."

[throwoutthebook]

It took everything Trip had not to shrink back further when the first Malcolm returned. He was not going to give the creep the satisfaction of scaring him. It would have been better if he could have done something about his hand, as the pain wasn't helping.

"I..." Trip began on the orders of the new Malcolm, the one in a uniform similar to ones he'd seen as he'd been brought to his room, which didn't help Trip trust him anymore then the crazy one. "I just woke up and frankly, I got no idea what's going on." Better to feign ignorance at this point, or so he thought.

[agonybooth]

The major wasn't at all worried about Malcolm, looking more amused than anything. A doppelganger couldn't stand up to the original no matter how hard they try, after all. Besides, there was no harm in playing with him for a while as he figured out what exactly was going on.

"And what would happen if we decided to not explain ourselves to you?" He looks him up and down, his expression one of disinterest as he does. Clearly someone doesn't think too highly of Malcolm. Putting an arm around Trip's shoulders, he smiles at Malcolm, this being somewhat better than his grin. "You've given us no reason to and I don't feel like explaining myself to you."

[tactical_alert]

"I've probably a better idea than this...whoever this is supposed to be," he scoffed. "Are you injured? I can take you to the hospital, get someone to take a look at that hand." He spared a look at the other, just for a moment, keeping a close eye. And not liking him so casually touching Trip.

"And perhaps on the way we can all explain the situation to each other. The so-called dreams, the names, this place..."

[throwoutthebook]

The crazy Malcolm coming near Trip could handle without reaction but touching him? That was another story since the last time he touched Trip, there were broken bones involved. He visibly flinched before attempting to shrug off the arm around his shoulders.

"I think a hospital would be a good idea." He said neutrally. He didn't really want to go anywhere with either of them but a hospital had to be safe place in any situation, right? And doing something about the pain in his hand sounded like a good idea to him. Maybe then he could think clearly enough to make sense of what was going on before any explaining was done.

[agonybooth]

"And why is that? Would it be that you're one of those Workers? You're dressed like one," he points out calmly. Trip's shrug to remove the major's arm was unsuccessful and he just looks amused at the attempt. "It would be for the best if we went to the hospital. His fingers were broken in an unfortunate accident and we wouldn't want them to heal incorrectly."

[tactical_alert]

"Yes, I do happen to be dressed like one, doing the job assigned to me." Or at least, acting the part, even if he didn't always follow the rules he refused to recognize. "I don't know how long either of you have been awake. I don't know if anyone has any real idea of what's going on, in the end. It seems to be a slow process."

Trip was certainly not a fan of this other him so casually touching. Perhaps he might be more all right if Malcolm firmly grasped one of Trip's arms? To help lead him to the hospital, of course. "Come on, it's this way."

[throwoutthebook]

No, it really wasn't alright. Trip's thoughts were along the same lines as what the crazy!Malcolm had said so he wasn't sure he could trust other!Malcolm either. So he didn't want either of them touching him!

He cradled his hand closer to his chest and forcefully attempted to removed himself from both of their holds. "We can go to the hospital but neither of ya need to touch me to do it. In fact, why don't ya just point me in the right direction an' I'll go myself."