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visible_sarielSariel thought the door would stabilize once it returned to her closet.
She thought correctly... for the space of a week. It remained in place long enough for her to reunite with a few extradimensional friends--Gene, Harding, Will--and when she leaves the infirmary for the bar's front door after visiting Will, she's grateful enough that he's alive that the possibility of a vanishing multiverses's end seems that much more remote.
The next day, her clothes remain in place on the second opening of the closet. Her bathroom stays precisely as it is. All corridors and doorways lead exactly where they should. Sariel half-expects her quarters to sprout a pub entrance when she enters after her watch, and when they don't, she mutters a disparaging remark about unstable interdimensional anomalies at the far wall before going to bed. It's only when she's half-asleep that she realizes just how much like river she's sounded.
She barely has time to look for the bar over the next handful of days; a defector arrives, and in a blink the ship is skirting the Federation side of the neutral zone, playing a high-powered game of cat and mouse that ends in the surprise appearance of a Romulan official, his aides and Counselor Troi in pointed ears. Sariel isn't on the bridge during the dramatic moments of the rescue, but she is at the helm when the Enterprise reaches the nearest starbase. She's perfectly happy to have that duty - she gets to see everyone safely home, that way.
The bar doesn't reappear for another two weeks and by that time, the ship is orbiting a non-aligned world. The senior staff are wrapped up in diplomatic details on the surface, leaving the more junior officers with day-to-day operations. She's not expecting the door to a corridor on deck 13 to open on Milliways, but that doesn't make it any less pleasant a surprise.
"Oh! Emily will wait, then."
She thought correctly... for the space of a week. It remained in place long enough for her to reunite with a few extradimensional friends--Gene, Harding, Will--and when she leaves the infirmary for the bar's front door after visiting Will, she's grateful enough that he's alive that the possibility of a vanishing multiverses's end seems that much more remote.
The next day, her clothes remain in place on the second opening of the closet. Her bathroom stays precisely as it is. All corridors and doorways lead exactly where they should. Sariel half-expects her quarters to sprout a pub entrance when she enters after her watch, and when they don't, she mutters a disparaging remark about unstable interdimensional anomalies at the far wall before going to bed. It's only when she's half-asleep that she realizes just how much like river she's sounded.
She barely has time to look for the bar over the next handful of days; a defector arrives, and in a blink the ship is skirting the Federation side of the neutral zone, playing a high-powered game of cat and mouse that ends in the surprise appearance of a Romulan official, his aides and Counselor Troi in pointed ears. Sariel isn't on the bridge during the dramatic moments of the rescue, but she is at the helm when the Enterprise reaches the nearest starbase. She's perfectly happy to have that duty - she gets to see everyone safely home, that way.
The bar doesn't reappear for another two weeks and by that time, the ship is orbiting a non-aligned world. The senior staff are wrapped up in diplomatic details on the surface, leaving the more junior officers with day-to-day operations. She's not expecting the door to a corridor on deck 13 to open on Milliways, but that doesn't make it any less pleasant a surprise.
"Oh! Emily will wait, then."
