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Curveballs — of the metaphorical sort — have long been a part of Cash's life. During his work for the OSS, it was parts of his plans that hadn't gone accordingly. He'd learned to roll with the punches and to adapt those plans, one of the greatest lessons in his life. In the War, the curveballs had been different altogether: they were sights you couldn't unsee, sounds that never left you after you heard them, sights you had to work past. The same had been true for the town Cash had ended up in, the town in another universe, in varying forms of unpleasantness.

But this particular 'morning', when Cash wakes up, he receives a different kind of curveball altogether. After showering and eating, he sits down to give Squirrel a good backrub and then stiffens when he hears a familiar voice.

"And here I pegged you more as a dog man."

Blinking hard, Cash looks up to see August Gillingwater staring at him from the comm screen.

Closed to Luke. )
→ OTA

Though his relationship with his father has been on the mend for a few years, Cash doesn't know how to process suddenly getting to speak with him. Things seem fine back home. It should be a relief, but there's a little tug of feeling in Cash's stomach — discomfort, that he isn't around. It's not his fault and it hasn't been for a while, but he supposes a part of him is still finding it hard to settle on the Enterprise.

Instead, he settles for getting some off-ship time. Cash grew up on a large portion of land, where his father had grown corn and wheat. He'd helped with the crops every step of the way until things at home had gotten bad enough for him to run away, as a teenager. He can't claim to know about every plant, certainly, but he knows the basics. And working with dirt is a familiar, calming task. So he puts his skills to as much use as he can.

When the natives aren't looking, Cash also puts being a divinity to use. He has only raw healing energy, which works more effectively on humans, but it tends to have a positive effect on plants with prolonged exposure. He keeps his output slow and faint, focusing on the plants which aren't doing so well, and gently rubs his thumb against the leaves. Perhaps some of the plants will turn back toward health.

He's smiling as he works, keeping his feelings under wraps. Anyone who works near him gets a friendly nod at the very least. He doesn't bother to hide his magic from fellow inhabitants of the ship; he's sure they've seen stranger things, for the most part.

Hiatus

2016-Mar-30, Wednesday 07:17 am
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I'm going to be gone the rest of the week/weekend to St. Louis Comic Con AKA David Tennet-Billie Piper Con. I will be gone from yesterday through (probably to be safe) Monday night. This goes for Aeryn Sun, Deanna Troi, and The Doctor. See you all on the otherside with a whole lot of stories, costumes, and fun to share from the times! <3

backdated to Sunday

2016-Mar-29, Tuesday 12:50 pm
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A father's day chat

There's a scream from Trever's room followed by a long series of cursing. Among other things including "Morrigan's fine feathered ass!" and "This is crow fucking unbelievable!"

Trever, looking like he'd seen a ghost, backed out of his room holding a long sword shaped like a feather. A raven's flight feather to be exact.

Then he ran down the corridors screaming for Kale.

So, there's a red haired man with a sword screaming for a cabbage.

Later

After having found his missing cabbage, Trever and Kale are in ten-forward. The sword is laid out on a table and Kale is examining it with a scanner hitched up to a laptop. Their conversation seems to run around the following subject:

"It can't be it."

"It is it."

"But it can't be it! It was lost in Fairy!"

"Well, apparently no one told it that!" Kale snapped. "But it is!"


((Feel free to encounter Trever running or the twins in Ten Forward, either one or both.))
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Locked to Kaylin and Fujin )


OTA
The rain had rolled in rather quickly, with lightning flashing throughout the thunderhead, but somehow never daring to strike the ground. With the risk of fire too great after such a long dry spell, the electricity was kept within the clouds even as Raiden stayed out in the storm.

The dark clouds were bringing dusk faster, but he didn't mind as he looked up at the sky, an unmasked expression of pleasure upon his face. He didn't quite stand in the water, instead, his toes hovering a few inches above the muddy ground below him, rain running off his impeccably white sandals.

The last betrayal of the thunder god's hand in the storm is the electricity that traces between the slats of his hat with as much frequency as the storm. In fact, it might be strangely synced with the flashes of light within the storm itself.

Anyone who approaches him won't have to worry about being shocked or struck by lightning. He's just reveling in his element, but not at risk to those around him. Feel free to interrupt his moment, he's in quite a good mood right now. Storms do that.

Father's Day [OTA]

2016-Mar-27, Sunday 07:50 pm
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Amy's relationship with her dad is - not terribly fraught but, to be honest, not the best. Her visit with him mixed praise with annoyed frustration; why hasn't she done as good as her brother Frank? Why isn't she as tough as her brother Mark? Not to mention the other seven of them, all of whom seem to be doing better and behaving in a more interesting manner than she.

Once he's gone and she's woken from the near-trance his presence had put her in, she's off to the gym. She can be found in sweats, trying to tough her way through a bunch of rapid push-ups on her weak arms.

For - just because her father mentioned it - she's totally going to break her brother's twelve-year-old school record for most push ups done in ten minutes.

Suck it, Tom.
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When Kristen heard about the whole idea of Father's Day she made a painful but needed decision, she was finally going to say a proper goodbye to her father (who along with her mother had died in a freak car wreck her junior year of college). So as she stood outside the holodeck she chose her usual GCPD HQ program, her thinking was something normal would make this a little less painful.

Boy was she wrong.

Her father showed up in the screen of a records annex computer and over the next two hours a mountain of unshed tears were falling and things held back for years finally came into the light. She still had no real much less new insights into the crash that had been the cause of their deaths but compared to a few months ago it made a little more sense. But after sharing news from Gotham Kristen was finally able to say a proper goodbye to her parents. After her father faded from the computer screen she locked the annex door and gave into her emotions, crying for what felt like hours but was maybe 20 minutes.

Afterwards she dried her eyes, slammed 3 cups of tea and was back in to botany labs making lists, getting files in proper order and being the normal helpful crisis archivist. But the red rimmed eyes could make anyone not in the know wonder what had happened to the younger woman.

In the meantime Kristen was lost in work, the only thing that was making sense to calm a newly aching and mending anew heart. But she did promise herself a good long cry the second she was alone.

*At least some secrets are still secrets* knowing there was things she could still not talk about much less face like her ex.
(Headcanon alert: thanks to Gotham's lack of any real info I have it that Kristen lost her parents during college.)

Father's Day [ota]

2016-Mar-26, Saturday 08:33 pm
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He might be settled in here, but he's not any happier about being away from home. So when he gets the opportunity to talk to his father, he naturally takes it. He settles in his room (the part of it where he can be alone and not bothered by his roommate, thank you very much) to take the time to chat with his father. He'd been so busy with the Resistance that they hadn't had much time to talk. This is the perfect time to catch his father up on what's been happening with him, and to find out how things are going on the ranch.

The partially-completed droid he's been building is left out in the shared portion of the room, surrounded by the parts he has managed to procure so far. They're only taking up part of the space in the room, leaving some free space for Kylo Ren to use as he likes. Poe's not a terrible person, after all.

After the conversation ends, he decides that he wouldn't mind a little company, so he packs up the parts into a bag and heads for Ten Forward, followed by the framework of the droid. He heads to the bar first, for a drink, then finds himself a table, onto which he proceeds to spread the metal bits and wires he's using to build his droid, and starts to sort them out.
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Katniss hasn't been here very long but she's been here long enough to know the places to go to get something to eat, to distract herself and, most importantly, the places to avoid. She has learned that the Holodeck has a lot of really nice simulations loaded into it, places she can hunt, and she's been spending a lot of time there when she just needs to get away from the constant crush of people on board.

She's headed there today, in fact. She knows the weapons aren't real and she can never take them out but it makes her feel like she's home for a little while and eases the ache in her chest. Today, she tries to pull up her usual hunting scenario in 12's woods and gets something else. It's someone she hasn't seen in ages, someone long dead.

"Dad?" she croaks out, scared to move in case it isn't real. He's sitting at the edge of the woods in 12, still wearing his dusty clothes from the mine, and he's whistling softly beneath his breath. He's got coal permanently settled in the creases of his skin and it makes his eyes seem that much brighter, his teeth that much whiter. He laughs and motions her close and Katniss feels like her feet are wooden and she can't find the strength to move.

"Katniss, come on. You're growing like a weed," he says, warm and soft, and Katniss feels tears pricking at her eyes. He doesn't know. He thinks she's still eleven and too young to put her name in the Reaping, too young to know that sometimes men go to the mine and they never come back.

"Come sing with me, Katniss." She finds her strength and moves close, singing a haunting descant to his low melody and twining the notes in together like so many vines. All the mockingjays in the woods pick up the song and start singing it, echoing refrains from one end of 12 to the other.

She stays with him for as long as she can and when the simulation shuts down, Katniss sinks down and hugs her knees to her chest. She stays that way for a while before going back outside the room, looking back wistfully.

"It's not real," she says, angry with herself for getting wrapped up into it. It's no different than the Capitol, than the illusions in the Arena. It's just there to hurt her.
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More Father's Day Fallout )

Afterwards Ed had left the holodeck to lend a hand on greenhouse lighting planetside and making supply runs via her scooter. She needed to simply breath and fast, electronic work was the perfect cure since wires and gadgets made sense when not much else did (along with making supply runs). So feel free to poke the tech, ask for a tool, make her eat or simply check on her.
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Father's day stuff under here )

He's pensive when he leaves the holodeck, and a little worn out (though that could be because there are two two-week-old babies back in the quarters he shares with Emma). He's got more he wants to think about, and it doesn't matter to him where it happens. He goes back to the room to check on Emma, and while he's there he decides to let her get some rest. He bundles the babies into their carriers, straps them on, and sets out for the public parts of the ship.

He finds himself standing by a window, staring out at the darkness beyond. The babies are dozing in their carriers, nestled against him. “Do you see all of those stars out there? Of course you don't, you're asleep. You'll see what I mean one day. One day you'll know learn how to navigate using the stars. There's so much to show you. Like the rest of the ship. It's your home. Would you like a tour?”

It's not like they're going to tell him no.
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The greatest man I never knew, lived just down the hall
And everyday we said hello, but never touched at all
He was in his paper, I was in my room

How was I to know he thought I hung the moon



Part, The First

The day had been long, but neither extremely good or bad, hard or easy. A day, like any other day, slotted away. Her files checked and double checked, both her own and those of her whole counseling team. Her log for the day made and saved. She hadn't yet found her sleep clothes, but she'd sat down, brush in hand, as she turned the comm on and told the computer to call Beverly.

A conversation with Beverly before bed, one that didn't have to be work or checking in, and could be all at once for both of them, too, and whatever else it needed or wanted to be would be nice. A perfect foot note to end it all, and send her to sleep.

Deanna yawned, and started brushing the bottom of her curls, as the comm connected, and a voice said, "There's my Durango."

[ locked to Deanna & Ian Troi ]

Part, The Middle

After the call ended, Deanna sat for there staring at the off screen. First, convincing herself any of it had been real, and then, after that, after trying to stack it up next to everything else bizarre, but still real, that had happened since Q commandeered The Enterprise, tried to commit everything to memory, like it was sand slipping through her fingers already.

His voice. His smile. The way he moved.

She didn't know how long she sat there, or how many times she reached up to wipe a tear from her cheek, or when exactly she'd finally pushed up and left her quarters. Needing to talk to Beverly. Or Will. Whichever she happened to get to first. Someone else. Someone other than her own head.


[ ** Open to All As She Walks ]

Part, The Last

Deanna stopped at Beverly's door, still dazed, still in her work clothes. Her fingers pressed the chime, and she said, as though hearing her voice from so far away, "It's Deanna."


[ locked to BFF Beverly ]
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It's been days of this. People, supposedly, talking to the male half of their genetic donors, and then all the word getting around. For some reason these people won't shut up about it. First, it was ignorable. Then, it was annoying. The third time Aeryn had to explain Peacekeepers did not have parents it was becoming something she was tired with being patient with.

But it's the middle of the night and John, for reasons Aeryn doesn't want to consider or concede to, is there with her now. At the doors to the holodeck. While she frowns and at it and rolls her eyes. "It won't matter. Really. I don't see why this is such a big deal to you."




[ locked to john & aeryn & talyn & one more ]
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If Han Solo thought the trip to the holodeck would be uneventful, Q clearly had other plans. The cantina was filled with all the usual distractions - alcohol, women, gambling, an alien band playing dreadful lounge music... and one strange little boy that was, without a doubt, following him around.

"Dad! Dad, wait!"

He was a lanky thing, probably around age six or seven, with an unruly mop of dark hair and a nose that was too big for his face. He had Leia's determination and her pouty lips. He had someone else's quick fuse.

"Dad, I'm lost!" He cried again, tears brimming around his eyes. "I'm really really lost and I don't know what to do!"

Unbeknownst to Han, this illusion was about to turn his entire world around.
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If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."


[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. If you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. There will be a post up in the OOC comm shortly with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

Planetside - OTA

2016-Mar-24, Thursday 03:55 pm
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In the old days, soil used to be tilled by hand. The process was exacting - acres could take hours, and labor was expensive and time-consuming. As society marched inexorably into the future, the work fell to machines, and while the colonists of Ajilon Prime almost certainly have machines to till the soil with, those machines require operators and time, both precious luxuries where they stand.

With Kuvira around, that is not so much a problem anymore.

It'll be hard to miss her, working the earth as she is - dozens of acres are tilled within seconds of each other as she bends the earth to her will. The colonists look on, jaws slack in awe.

She doesn't mind. It's nice, having an audience.
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She had slept in late, then had been heading out to start her patrol. She had no idea yet that anything was amiss aboard, and even had she, she'd not have expected a call. She hardly remembered Tara - her mother, not the Avatar - and had no recollection whatsoever of her father. So she was taken by surprise, as she was leaving, when a familiar voice roared "NEYA! I KNOW YOU Can hear me."

Kaylin stumbled. Other than in her dreams - and admittedly a few nightmares - she had not heard that voice in what felt like years and was only months. The small translucent cat like thing dropped from her shoulders to curl on the floor as she bolted for her mirror. The mirror from home, that had been destroyed before she had ever arrived, but was somehow here and whole. It was glowing, like she had a message, but when she touched it, no face materialized, and even if his eyes were red, they would have been welcomed.

She heard Leontine swearing, or a Leontine swearing - both were accurate - still, and realized the sound was coming from the desk, not the mirror. She sat down, shoving clothing off of it. And there was a cleat thing that was acting as a mirror. No wonder the mirror that came with the room was inactive, they all had desk mirrors.

The familiar was curled in the doorway, keeping it stuck in the open position, but Kaylin hardly noticed. She was too busy regretting being willing to see red in Leontine eyes. She tipped her chin up reflexively.

"Private," he snarled. "Where the ****s are you?"

"Not in the West March," she said, which was technically true.

His snarl told her he was not in a mood to find it at all humorous. But at least his fur, which had been on end, was starting to settle. "Private, may I remind you there is a rank lower than Private?" he snarled.

She knew there was, to Leontines. Corpse.


(OOC: Feel free to come in and interrupt at this point to thread with Kaylin and Marcus. If no one does, I will either write up the end for myself, or handwave it.)
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He'd gone to the holodeck to train, setting the location on random rotation to up the difficulty. What he wasn't expecting was for one of those locations to look just like the master bedroom of the Hokage's residence, the home he'd grown up in. And sitting up in bed was none other than his father.

A Father's Day Conversation )

The timer rang, and Minoru's randomized setting changed on cue, taking his home and his father with it.

That... That was enough working out for today, Minoru decided. He suddenly had quite a bit to think about, especially a certain promise he's now made to both of his parents.

[feel free to find him after the fact!]
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open;
Feeling like your life isn't falling apart anymore is great for one's well-being, Luke is finding. He has more energy and drive to do things he enjoys, and he's more curious about the things and people around him. The nightmares are still there, and the tiny shadow of fear hiding in the back of his mind that makes him jump at small things, but they're gradually fading.

He's found that most of all, having Cash back has helped more than anything, as well as being near his family.

Meditation helps too and Luke knows it's the Jedi way of doing things, but he generally hates sitting still for too long. He only allows so much sitting around in his daily routine before he needs to be out and about, doing something else.

The Enterprise is chock full of interesting things to do and explore, and while Luke is fascinated enough by the ship itself, he's decided that he wants to explore one feature in particular: the holodecks.

He's used them before on multiple occasions, but now he wants to try his hand at designing his own program. Just a simple one to start. The holodeck's database already has a space flight program. All he has to do is attempt to model a T-65 X-wing starfighter from memory. While he knows X-wings well, remembering every single detail will definitely be a challenge. If he only gets it mostly-right he'll be satisfied for the time being. Unless he can get a reference somewhere, it'll have to be a work in progress.

The door to the holodeck he's working on is wide open, and inside can be seen a simple hangar bay. Docked in the hangar is a long-nosed starfighter on its landing struts, double wings locked together and long, angular cockpit hatch open.

While it definitely resembles an X-wing, to anyone who's familiar with the ship, it's not quite right. Luke knows that, of course, and he can be found wandering in circles around the ship, giving a continuous stream of instructions to the computer.

"... bigger... bigger... uh, too big. Go back. Okay, stop! Right there. Perfect. And uh... this edge right here should be more angled. Just a little. Maybe by five degrees. Uhhh... try ten degrees."

Closed to Captain Picard; )
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(Plant plot! She's no green thumb but is good with research and keeping things tidy.)

Once it had been discovered by a science officer that Kristen was an experienced archivist and file clerk (abet in law enforcement) she was quickly drafted to help come up with a system to let the colony find whatever was needed to keep the gardens going and the greenhouse running smoothly. And to her surprise Kristen had thrown herself into the task with both feet, finding ways to put the new system into plain English as well as lending the science officers a hand with plant research in general.

But in all honestly this was the happiest she has been in weeks: not only was Kristen finally getting to feel useful but this was worthwhile work and not just sitting in classes all day. So at the moment she was quite happily ankle deep (to borrow the expression) in research as she worked on yet another set of notes for a different research team. She was also smiling since a couple of officers had given her encouragement to try for a civilian archivist position,"Even when there is not a crisis we can use the help, sure you may come from law enforcement but you learn fast." which was a boost to her low confidence.

For now as Kristen works on yet another set of notes for a team heading to the planet her skirt seemed to swish around her as her kitten heels clicked on the lab floor, a sign of actual happiness?

But for now please come poke the nerd and remind her to eat?
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Erik Lehnsherr's arrival in this new place was somewhat less...undignified than his arrival at the Warehouse had been. No substance to make them docile, no prodding. So far, anyway. He was wearing clothing that he'd liberated in Univille. Proof, to him, that he'd come directly from there.

It was disorienting, though. One moment at the B&B, the next moment here. A public space of some sort. And nobody seemed to think it was too strange for a man to suddenly just...appear.

But Mystique. He frowned and turned, glancing around quickly to see if she'd been transported with him. His eyes caught the expansive windows. Oh. Another space ship. Great. She'd been taken away once on a space ship. And returned on one. Perhaps the pattern would, at least, hold. And if she didn't hate him when she arrived this time, that'd be even better.

If she arrived.

In the meantime, his first order of business was to find out where he was and what was going on here. A quick scan of the faces in the room - it looked like some sort of bar - revealed nobody familiar. He headed into the hallway.

[ooc: Feel free to catch Erik in the halls or doubling back to Ten Forward when he discovers some areas are off-limits.]
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Captain's Log, stardate 45218.0: The Enterprise has received a hail from colonists on Ajilon Prime. It would seem that a harsh convergence of drought and their misguided overuse of rather outdated technology has ravaged the crops on this still relatively new colony past the point of saving. They have requested the Federation's assistance in replenishing these precious resources, and the Enterprise has been dispatched to offer the assistance of our botanists in re-establishing their agricultural base. I am certain some of our ... stowaways can lend their time and skills to assisting however they can.

Regarding Q, I am still uncertain of his next move. It has come to light that the mayhem at the start of the solar month was not his doing, but rather that of the being who called himself Alec Troven. As for Q, he has been remarkably quiet since our departure from Pacifica. That can only mean he is planning something — but what?


"Oh, my Dear, Sweet Captain," Q chuckles as he turns off the transmission. The transmission he intercepted, as these ungrateful Starfleet Simpletons still do not know how to do him the dignity of looping him in. The cheek!

"Ignorance is bliss," as the saying goes. But as Q mulls over the thought from his special plane not-quite here but not-quite there either, more like a place that's in-between the in between, the good Captain and his crew will not be in the dark for much longer.

"Father's Day, isn't it?"

It's rhetorical as Q materializes above Ten Forward, chin in his hand.

"Father's Day. Hm, when was the last time any of you spoke with your fathers? Stuck on this dreary vessel for weeks, months, years at a time—"

He pauses for dramatic effect as heads begin to turn in the lounge, seeking out the disembodied voice.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm far from some heartless monster. Why, I have come to think of myself as a surrogate father to you people. Yes! As I provide for you, I care for you, I make sure you cannot blow yourselves up with your own ignorance or cause the whole of space and time to crumble on your small little heads. A loving, doting father. Here — I'll prove it to you."

A snap of his fingers, and at first glance it would seem nothing has changed.

"You'll want to check the comms system. Or the holodeck, if they're the backwards sort. Or the dead sort." Just who is he even talking about? You'll see. You'll see. "And remember ascended beings don't need socks, so do put a little effort into your gifts, won't you?"

Oh, yes. He expects gifts. That is if the people here can manage to tear their attention away from the planet quick approaching through the viewscreen windows long enough to give their compassionate caregiver five minutes of their oh-so-precious time.

closed & open

2016-Mar-20, Sunday 10:06 pm
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Closed to the 10th Doctor )

Closed to the 12th Doctor )

[open - hallways]
Well. Donna has seen some strange things, but suddenly finding herself about a space ship... Is actually one of those strange things. Maybe it is a good thing that she has, otherwise it likely would have been much like the first time, which included a lot of noise (on her part), indignation, and some very strongly worded sentences.

As it is though, she's lost, which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't too surprising. A left instead of a right, not paying as much attention as she should have, and now she's in some bloody hallway without a clue. A computer is what she needs. Or she thinks. Maybe? Of course a proper spaceship had to be all proper and she gives a loud huff, arms crossing under her chest. "Can't the bloody ship just beam me up!"

Which is not at all how it works.

fire is catching

2016-Mar-19, Saturday 11:15 pm
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Katniss isn't the face of a revolution. She just gets people killed.

So now she's been in 13 for what feels like an eternity, blithely getting a schedule printed on her arm every morning and ignoring it just so she can go sit in a closet and hide for hours and hours until someone notices she's missing. It's not the best system, but it's one that works for her, and she hopes that someday she'll be able to get the sound of Peeta's voice and the smell of his skin out of her head. She thinks about being in the hotel, too, and wonders if that's just something she dreamed up when she was pumped full of drugs after being rescued.

She hopes not.

They want her to be the face of this thing, the symbol that inspires everyone to fight. Katniss thinks that Finnick would be better at it, or Beetee, or anyone but her. Everything she touches dies, more or less, except those goddamned roses of Snow's. She doesn't want to be responsible for the rebellion dying too and she thinks they need someone less damaged than she is to lead them. Much less damaged. She's not a Victor anymore. She's just a survivor.

So instead of facing her fears and doing what's asked of her, Katniss flees to the closet again. She'll nestle up next to boxes of graphite pencils and cleaning supplies and try to ignore the screaming in her head for a little while in hopes that one day it'll actually all go quiet.

She sits with her back toward the wall and closes her eyes and gains her bearing again. In and out. In and out. Eventually, she feels like she might be able to stand on two legs and gets to her feet, shaky but only a little worse for the wear. She tugs open the door and when she sees a room full of people she doesn't recognize, she wonders what happened and, more importantly, how she can get the hell out of there.

She tries to speak but her voice is gone, stolen from fear.

[[Katniss has just been winked aboard - she is either in Ten Forward or just outside, feel free to find her both places.]]
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( locked to Derek Morgan )

This is definitely not what Kiera expects to see when she walks out of the precinct. One minute she's stepping onto the streets of 2013 Vancouver; the next, she's... here, wherever here is. The room is large, done all in neutral tones, and full of people eating, drinking, talking. A bar — or close enough. And then she sees the view out the window and freezes in place a second. Stars. Space.

And her CMR is fucked up too, because no matter how she tries to reach Alec — either Alec — she can't do it. Which probably means he's not here... which means, as if it wasn't obvious, that she's not where she was. She doesn't remember time traveling to the future, especially since she just traveled back to the recent past a couple weeks ago, thanks to Catherine.

There had better be a really good explanation for this, and she makes an attempt to get one, turning to the nearest person who looks like they might be even slightly helpful. "Hey. Excuse me? Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

She's more shaken than angry, and definitely doesn't draw her gun on him — either the SIG Sauer or her CPS pistol, both hidden under her coat — which is a point in her favor. But she's blunt, because no one ever really accused Kiera Cameron of pussyfooting around anything, ever.


( later, after sickbay; open to all )

After she's gotten a general idea of what's happening, and gone to sickbay to get checked out — and had to tell the doctor that, yes, she has a chip in her head and optical implants in her eyes, please don't mess with them — Kiera goes back to the bar. She's decided that after the day she's had — hell, after the week she's had — she could really use a drink.

Of course, she doesn't yet know that most of the drinks served in Ten Forward are nonalcoholic, and that the whiskey she orders won't do a damn thing to get her drunk or even tipsy, but she'll find that out in short order. She steps away from the bar, intending to head over to one of the tables, maybe over by that window so she can at least appreciate the view even if she doesn't appreciate anything else about this place — and nearly backs right into someone. Thankfully her reflexes are what they are — she doesn't even spill a single drop from her glass — but she's immediately mortified and a little annoyed with herself.

"Shit," she says, and a couple seconds later laughs at herself a little, a sound without a whole lot of humor in it. Remembers there's someone there and manages to say, "Sorry. You okay?"

If she's still just a little bit in shock, well, she can't really be blamed for that, can she?

Ten Forward

 
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