Pavel Andreievich Chekov

I have been lucky escaping curses this month. The curse where people were trying to eat other people--

[He trails off as a more distant voice becomes far louder. The tone, however, clearly indicates whining.]

Peter, please, I am recording.

[Peter's indistinct complaints fade to an irate murmur.]

That was a curse I did not care for. But in better news, I have found Peter. Howl, Sophie, Tessa? I am bringing him to the house; it seemed cruel to leave him on his own. He may not agree, but he's not good at taking care of himself.

[There's a protest from Peter. Chekov shushes him.]

Also, Tessa? We need to talk, I think.


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[It seems that Chekov has kept himself busy collecting pictures today; they're scattered across the floor of the apartment (which is itself unusually tidy, pictures aside), some right-side up and others upside-down. If the viewer looks very closely, he or she might make out a few of the pictures closest to the network device.]

This is harmless enough, I think. No one is dying, except of embarrassment, possibly.

[He picks up a handful of discarded photos and shuffles through them, making faces at each one before discarding it--disgust, amusement, more disgust, glee.]

I believe I will keep some of these. It is polite to notify the person in the image, correct? Others... others, I have no use for. Doctor McCoy, maybe you would like one of the friend who cooks for you?

[Chekov holds one photo up for all of the network to see.]

If you should see the man in this picture who is not me, tell me, please. I am very unhappy with him for not visiting.

( Filtered to Tessa // Unhackable )

( Filtered to McCoy // Unhackable )

( Filtered to DEITIES // Unhackable )


[ooc: If Chekov doesn't know your character but you would like to have had him locate one of their pictures, feel free to have said character spot whatever image to please laying around. He's nosy; all of the pictures were fair game.]

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