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HI! Trying to re-boot this blog/muse, have added an about page. an AU page, some verses and rules so far. Feel free to let me know if you want to RP, thankies.

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Don’t worry. I got used to being alone, every day and night.

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9th century Arabic translation of The Conica (Conics) of Apollonius of Perga, written around 200 BC.

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Reg did not take to kindly to the other Reg’s accusatory tone, as if he had no right to exist. He gives his double a hateful scowl, hopefully the other would disappear soon enough and things would return to normal

“You are the f-fake” his tone is flat, angry even. He was tired of being the butt of the universe’s humour, sick and tired of it all “You are probably the result of some anomaly or transporter malfunction..”

He flinches as the nurse begins to examine him. Crusher notices his agitation  and does her best to calm him, to little effect.

“It will work out” she replies “the important thing is you both remain calm.

Reg was far from feeling calm, however and snaps back a reply. His stammer was a sure sign that his stress levels were at breaking point. Recently everything seemed to test him.

“Hurry up, I don’t have all d-day and the sooner I get away from that thing, the b-better”

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In the end it was the two security personnel who herded them together, so they ended up walking side by side. Reg was careful to keep a little bit of distance between him and his duplicate. Casting the other suspicious sideways glances. Thankfully their passage to sickbay had been cleared of other crew, so at least neither of them had to deal with the strange stares of those that they worked with.

Despite his worries, the engineer side to him, the problem solver, was already trying to work out how this might of happened. He casts another sideways look at the other Barclay and nods in agreement at his comment about shuttlecraft

“There is nothing natural about being dissembled at a molecular level” he mutters back “At least w-we agree on something!”

The troupe finally arrive at sickbay, the doors hiss open to allow them entry, only Doctor Crusher and two nurses are present. Crusher grins when she see’s them both

“Double trouble I see, let me assume first that one of you isn’t a long lost twin?”

The joke went completely over Reg’s head. “…no,” he answered, glancing at his double yet again and shuffling uncomfortably to stand just a bit farther away. “I… I beamed up from the planet’s surface and he was just… here.”

For once, Reg was actually more than ready to submit to a thorough examination. Moving to one of the beds, he sat down. “Can… can you run a scan to convince him that… that I’m the real Reg Barclay?”

Crusher and one of the nurses walked over, medical tricorder at the ready. “I can run scans, certainly. I likely won’t be able to tell you anything for a while.” As the other nurse approached the other Barclay, Crusher added, “You’re going to be here for at least an hour. Both of you might as well get comfortable while we figure out what’s going on.”

Sighing, Reg gave his double an extremely grumpy look. Getting comfortable was hard enough for him without this to contend with.

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i guess in the end everything we went through left me bitter and alone

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He took her offered hand although rather gingerly, physical contact was not something he enjoyed with anyone...well outside the holodeck that was

“Ah, Miss Nash, a pleasure to meet you, I guess” he muttered a reply, pulling his hand back to his side as quickly as it was offered. He swallowed at her offer of a drink, knowing it would be rude to refuse but not so sure how to get out of it.

“Um, okay, one d-drink won’t harm I suppose..” He looks about the busy promenade, at all the different alien species going about their business. He had never seen such a vast array of species in one place.

“Um, w-would you lead the way, ma’am? I have no idea where the bar is?”

Reg hoped the bar wasn’t to raucous or busy, that would be most unpleasant, he was nervous enough as it was.

Blood and Metal

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I’m an engineer, so the answer is: ‘it depends’.

Co-worker (via cutlerish)

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‘Tell him he’s a pretty cat!’

same data, same

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“Go!” from The Race for Space, 2015

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There was one thing on Reg’s mind and that was how quickly he could get out of this crowded space and to his destination. That would be Quarks bar and the fine selection on holosuite’s it housed. He had a selection of his own personel new holo- programmes nestled in his shoulder bag, There were grand adventures and less adventurous epic romantic tales and he was looking forward to immersing himself into each and every one.

So occupied was he in deep thought that he never saw the woman till she was on top of him. He fell on his behind with a loud oof, his bag and it’s contents spilling out onto the floor.

“S-sorry Ma’am” he stammered, climbing to his feet and hastily picking up the plastic holo wafers that had scattered all over the floor. while trying to avoid getting his fingers stepped on. Only when he was sure he had collected everything, did he straighten and peer at who he had collided with. He blushes from embarrassment

“It was m-my fault entirely, I hope you aren’t hurt ma’am”

Blood and Metal

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In the end it was the two security personnel who herded them together, so they ended up walking side by side. Reg was careful to keep a little bit of distance between him and his duplicate. Casting the other suspicious sideways glances. Thankfully their passage to sickbay had been cleared of other crew, so at least neither of them had to deal with the strange stares of those that they worked with.

Despite his worries, the engineer side to him, the problem solver, was already trying to work out how this might of happened. He casts another sideways look at the other Barclay and nods in agreement at his comment about shuttlecraft

“There is nothing natural about being dissembled at a molecular level” he mutters back “At least w-we agree on something!”

The troupe finally arrive at sickbay, the doors hiss open to allow them entry, only Doctor Crusher and two nurses are present. Crusher grins when she see’s them both

“Double trouble I see, let me assume first that one of you isn’t a long lost twin?”

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Reg recoils backward when the other Reg moves towards him, his double then begins peering at him like a scientist down a microscope. Something had gone badly wrong somewhere. He swore from now on he would never, ever use a transporter again. Who know what it would do to him, next time? Would he grow extra limbs or heads?

He lets out a low groan, clutching his head as a stress headache threatens to appear. He was on the verge of hysteria, he had to get a grip or he would lose it completely The two security personnel step forwards them both

“We been sent to escort you both to sickbay” one of them retorts, the flicker of a smile on his lips “Doctor Crusher wants to see you”

Reg glares at his doppelganger, stepping down from the transporter and back peddling as far away as he can from the imposter

“W-well, now we will find out who is the real Reginald Barclay and I know it’s me. Y-you must be  transporter echo…or something!”

Without another word he turns and marches out the door, it takes him a few seconds to realise that in his confused state he is going the wrong way. A turn on his heel sends him scurrying meekly after the others…

Reg glared after his double, hurrying to follow. “N-no – you’re the… the echo…”

Wait… would he normally walk in front of someone else, or behind? Which would convince others that he was the real Reginald Barclay? Should he take the lead, or hang back? Or walk beside? Did that logic even apply if there were two of him? But when the other Reg momentarily went the wrong way, there was just the tiniest pang of sympathy. That was exactly something he would have done.

The security guards closed in behind them, clearly taking their positions as escorts. “I knew I should have taken a shuttle,” he muttered, just barely loud enough for the people around him to hear. “Things like this, they… well th-they never happen on a shuttle.”

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Reg recoils backward when the other Reg moves towards him, his double then begins peering at him like a scientist down a microscope. Something had gone badly wrong somewhere. He swore from now on he would never, ever use a transporter again. Who know what it would do to him, next time? Would he grow extra limbs or heads?

He lets out a low groan, clutching his head as a stress headache threatens to appear. He was on the verge of hysteria, he had to get a grip or he would lose it completely The two security personnel step forwards them both

“We been sent to escort you both to sickbay” one of them retorts, the flicker of a smile on his lips “Doctor Crusher wants to see you”

Reg glares at his doppelganger, stepping down from the transporter and back peddling as far away as he can from the imposter

“W-well, now we will find out who is the real Reginald Barclay and I know it’s me. Y-you must be  transporter echo...or something!”

Without another word he turns and marches out the door, it takes him a few seconds to realise that in his confused state he is going the wrong way. A turn on his heel sends him scurrying meekly after the others...

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Reg knew the universe was out to get him, had been since he was a child, Every unfortunate event was met with a rolling of eyes mixed with abject terror and the final feeling that he was about to perish somehow.

But today just about took the biscuit, he glances about the transporter room, ignoring his gibbering counterpart for a moment. This looked like his Enterprise but then again, it always did.

O’ Brien was staring at him…well at them both with understandable confusion. Two security personnel had appeared at the doorway, blocking any form of exit.

Reg thought he would likely join his partner in the gibbering and nonsensical panic right now. It seemed the right thing to do…

“Imposter!” he shrieks, pointing an accusing finger at his double  “He’s not me!!”

It was honestly hard to say who in the transporter room was the most confused. O’Brien probably had the best facial expression, but the two Barclays were closer to actual panic. The guards just looked… a bit bored, actually. Just another day on the Enterprise for them.

But this wasn’t a competition, this was a problem. A very serious problem. “What!?” he yelped when the double pointed at him. “N-no, I’m – he’s the – I’m not the – b-but…” It ended in a panicky splutter as he pushed himself away from the transporter room wall.

“I’m – I’m Lieutenant Reginald Barclay. I – I don’t know who you are.” Very, very tentatively, he stepped closer to his doppelganger, trying to see if he could spot a physical difference. He couldn’t. It was… incredibly uncomfortable, actually. Was his forehead always that big?

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Reg knew the universe was out to get him, had been since he was a child, Every unfortunate event was met with a rolling of eyes mixed with abject terror and the final feeling that he was about to perish somehow.

But today just about took the biscuit, he glances about the transporter room, ignoring his gibbering counterpart for a moment. This looked like his Enterprise but then again, it always did.

O’ Brien was staring at him...well at them both with understandable confusion. Two security personnel had appeared at the doorway, blocking any form of exit.

Reg thought he would likely join his partner in the gibbering and nonsensical panic right now. It seemed the right thing to do...

“Imposter!” he shrieks, pointing an accusing finger at his double  “He’s not me!!”

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Well the universe had found another way to piss him off and terrify him at the same time

He hated transporters, always had and now it had done the unthinkable, well he had dreamt of this moment a billion times, meeting himself on the transporter platform So probability meant it had to happen eventually, Sod’s law really, or some sort of cosmic joke..

Reg’s first reaction was to throw up….when he had recovered he stares bleary eyes at his double. Fate really did hate him, yes it really did.

“You said what, three times..” was all he could say “please go away…”

He… it… what!? That was all the other Reg had to say? Go away? “B-b-but–” Reg clamped his mouth shut, trying to get actual English to come out of his mouth. “You go away. What are you!?” he demanded, again just a bit too loud, before realizing he hadn’t said the right question. “Who are you!?”

Reg glanced at the transporter room staff for help. All he got were bewildered faces. See, this – this right here – is why Reginald Barclay did not like the transporter. No accidents, they told him, everything will be fine, they told him. But staring at his double, things did not feel fine.