[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments + Holiday Open House!

[trial_never_ends]

Hmmm, something seems a little different about the Chief of Security today. His beautifully ridged countenance hasn't been seen for quite some time at the head of one of these little initiations, but now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new cattle for ship-wide access, and they've been carted around by Chief O'Brien on a tour of the ship, along with some background to the situation they now find themselves in, they've been mooooved right along to Lieutenant Worf in Ten Forward.

He looks at his data PADD, with all of his boring instructions and tedious details meticulously written out, and rolls his eyes. Rules, really? What harm could these people really do?

"The computer will instruct you on where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only have to ask where the area you are trying to get to is located, and it will give you clear directions. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, transporter rooms, command centers, blah, blah-blah, blah blah, are all off-limits.

"Before you're assigned a room, there are a few rules you must obey, though I honestly don't know what could be done to stop you. One, do not discharge any weapon while on the Enterprise. Two, do not assault any other passenger aboard in any way; that includes injury, death, or violating their personal rights. Three, do not tamper with the operational procedures of the ship. Four, do not steal items or technology from the ship. Five, do not interrupt any official areas of the ship without proper authorization, and do not invade the privacy of other guest or crew quarters, good grief, this list just goes on forever, doesn't it?

"They want you to read the Prime Directive?! Boring. If you care to see that drivel you can look it up on your own personal PADDs, which will be available in every room. Now, how about something more interesting?"

With a flick of his wrist, the PADD disappears. Cracking his knuckles, "Worf" proceeds to snap his fingers and a flurry of snow whooshes through the room. When the proverbial dust settles, Ten Forward has been decked out in an array of holiday cheer. The windows are frosted, the bar is dusted in snow, a model train choo-choos its way around people's ankles out one door and back in the other. There is a traditional Earth tree in one corner with an endless pile of gifts stacked under it, but other worlds, cultures, and religions have not been left out. Everywhere one looks, there's a different kind of festive decoration.

"La, dee dum, dum," Worf hums, snapping his fingers again and causing a spread of food and drinks to appear on each and every table and surface: candies, cakes, mulled wines, chocolates, pheasants, yams, bol'ghba, and an abundance of other unpronounceable delicacies. "There. Now isn't that better? Never say I didn't do anything for you.

"Oh! That's right, the rooms," he recalls, clapping his hands. He pulls the PADD back out of the ether, reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0713 - Kristen Kringle and Kuvira
Room # 0731 - Olan'atar and Sophia Inks
Room # 0737 - Bonnie Barstow and KITT (hologram)
Room # 0746 - Sterling Archer and Kira

Deck 8
Room # 0147 - T'Pol and Katniss Everdeen

Deck 9
Room # 0919 - Henry Mills and Matt Murdock
Room # 0921 - Pete Lattimer and Clara Oswald

"Now, won't that be fun?" Worf concludes, with a large, toothy grin. "Remember, it's only fun until Captain Picard has a heart attack, and then your actions are all on your own heads. Oh! Speaking of heads ... "

With one last snap, the Lieutenant in full dress before them morphs into what appears to be a Caucasian human male. No vestiges of the Klingon remain, and as such the man now lets out a long, grateful sigh. "It's good to be home."

For the foreseeable future, Ten Forward will remain in this state, and the doors to the guest quarters will stay open so each new arrival along with the old faithful can experience the full joy and beauty of the holiday season with each other. The corridors are all covered in frost, a pleasant nip in the air, and over the internal comms a song begins to play. The list of new assignments is also displayed on a PADD in Ten Forward, where people can refer to it if they need to.




[ooc: Happy Holidays, at least for the next few days! This log is both a party post for holiday shenanigans and an open log for new roomies (or old ones!) to build CR and meet their neighbors. We'll have a few special holiday top levels for gifts, but otherwise you can tag directly into the post with your character, their room number, and who they're looking for (or leave it OTA)!

Rooms are aligned the way they would be in a typical hotel: odd numbers on the left, even numbers on the right (so 0711 and 0713 will be next door neighbors, while 0712 is directly across the hall). There's a post in the OOC comm for OOC questions and comments! If you need to ask security questions, or need them to swing by another thread, just put "Security officer, please!" in the subject line of your tag, and the mods will send someone to you ASAP. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]

Comments

[ secret santa hat ]

[trial_never_ends]

Did you really think he could forget about you, you simple people? Q never forgets anything. That is why there is a large, red hat by the fireplace (and where did that come from, all of a sudden?)

If you dip your hand inside, you will come out holding a single gift: a single holiday wish. Whatever your heart most desires in that moment, it is now yours. There's no secret to this Santa, or how well he knows you.


[ ooc: items can be anything as long as it abides by the game's rules, so no deadly toxins, weapons, living things, and so forth. For maximum hilarity, feel free to accidentally retrieve someone else's gift, and thread out the result. ]

[toomanynitrogens]

He's been reading a lot lately -- the sort of book that makes you wish you were a part of it even if the world you were in was strange and fantastic enough -- and later on he'll blame that for what he pulls out of the hat. But maybe it's something he's secretly wanted since he was a child.

He loves fire almost as much as a dragon, after all. Aidan wants to make it and control it and see how much it can do when manipulated into molecules unstable enough that breathing on them too hard sets them off. It's what he's got advanced degrees in studying. So maybe, maybe, that desire's been there since before he spent his teenage years locked up for letting things get out of control on accident. Or on purpose. It's been so long that he can't remember the actual truth, only the truth he maintained in the face of all the police and investigators.

His hand wraps around metal and wire and gears. His face wrinkles in confused amusement while he pulls out the robot, big enough that its head is just above Aidan's knees when it's set down on the ground. And then its eyes open and its head turns towards him, waiting for instruction.

Well, it didn't come with a remote. Aidan pauses for a moment to think and decides that it has to be voice-activated. So he talks to it as if it were a dog.

And it listens.

Re: [ secret santa hat ]

[engineermage]

Okay. Sure. Magic hat. What's the worst that could happen?

Obviously something horrible.

Trever's the first one to go and he gets a bottle of McCallum whiskey, which they're both happy to see. Kale follows him and after a moment's searching pulls out a small, bright pastel yellow unicorn with wings, rainbow colored hair and a picture of a muffin on her flank.

They both stare at it, completely baffled, before Kale says, "Isn't this Muffin Magic? The pony Rose swore she'd murder people for?"

[radishearring]

Luna's curious nature got the better of her in the end: so her hand slipped into the hat and pulled out a small moving model. But not just any sort of moving model (but they were like the ones from the Tri-Wizard tournament during the dragon challenge): it was a model of a crumple horned snorkack from her world (granted all anyone knew was stories so nobody had any real idea what one even looked like). So cue tiny blonde in a massive fit of giggles once she's far enough from the hat to burst out laughing.

Open if anyone wants to reply to Kaylin being very.... not Kaylin. All her swearing warnings active.

[kaylinneya]

Kaylin hated magic. HATED it. But this didn't feel like magic. It felt like the replicators and the doors that opened without taking a bite out of her hand, and every other weird thing on this ship that her mind said should be magic but... wasn't. So when her familiar landed on the rim of the hat and peered inside, she figured what the *****. She should see what this was about, because if it was dangerous, she had to stop other people from going near it.

And she was curious, **** it all.

So she reached in carefully, making sure to use the arm with the bracer. If there was some nasty magical portal or trap there, she wouldn't be able to reach past the wrist.

But her hand closed on something smooth and rough at the same time. She frowned, wondering how something could be smooth and rough at the same time, and pulled it out.

It shouldn't have fit. From the size of that hat, it shouldn't have fit. Kaylin's legs gave out as she saw what she now held, her eyes wet with unshed tears.

She hated this mirror. Always had. It had been ornate once, but the smooth metal finish had been pocked and worn in places long before it was ever hers. But it had been hers. Hers to swear at, to curse, to hate. The mirror that never seemed to be her friend, that woke her at all hours. The mirror that often told her of death or blood or let Iron Jaw threaten to eat her, or worse - fire her. She hated this mirror, but...

It had been hers. One of the things she lost when the arcane bomb blew her apartment out of the building. She had managed to keep the basket. She had gotten new daggers, a new uniform, but this... she bought it when she rented the apartment, so the Hawks could always contact her. She wrapped her amrs around the large silvery oval, hugging it to herself as she sat on the floor, eyes closed as pain washed over her features.

She hated this mirror, had hated this mirror for years. But just now, just for this moment... she loved it.

[agathaheterodyne]

There was no way she was getting any of the things she most wanted from that hat, let's be honest. She wasn't pulling out of it a fully restored Mechanicsburg, or a machine that could cut her mother out of her brain. And she wasn't pulling out G..... anyone. No way that hat would happen to have a fellow Spark in there... right...

She eyed it suspiciously. Still, there was a hat, and people were pulling things out of it. It was a mystery, it needed to be explored. It was SCIENCE! She could not, would not fear the experiment. That decided, she shoved her hand in. Maybe she'd get the miniature Castle Heterodyne. That would be useful. Or a new hepler wrench. A new death ray was always adored....

She pulled her hand out and stared at what came with it, a lump in her throat. It was a book, one from Gil's library specifically, she idly noticed his sigil on the bottom of the spine... but it was one the Baron disproved of. It was one that meant so much more to her now than when she had first seen it, and not because it was Gil's.

She ran her fingers over the raised glit lettering. "The Heterodyne Boys, And The Race To The West Pole." She swallowed hard and hugged the book to herself. This story was about so much more than she had known when she first saw it in his library. And even when she had known a little of who she was, she hadn't known enough when she had acted the part of Lucrizia, opposite Lars. She swallowed hard. Lars. She closed her eyes, wishing someone... anyone... was around from home.

Well, she thought of Bang and Othar. Maybe not just anyone... She hugged the book and looked down to her dingbot. "I know we're in a hurry to finish the machine," she whispered, "but... one story couldn't hurt, right?"

[ o~ Christmas tree, o~ Christmas tree ]

[trial_never_ends]

There's a tree in the corner, laden in lights and ornaments and snow that somehow never melts. Underneath the tree is a pile of gifts, and a space has been cleared all around it where anyone can gather.

It makes an ideal place to pull your significant other, your new roommate, your best friend, or that fellow you saw from across the room the other day, and exchange gifts with them. Or, if you're feeling shy, leave them under the tree. Everyone loves a good surprise.

[fishermansweater]

Finnick has plenty of spare time here, and hands that don't like to be idle. There are occasions on which gifts are given in Panem, and for some people, the new year is one of them, so he's not entirely surprised at the gift-giving once he has it explained to him. And there are people here he'd want to give gifts to, in thanks or simply in friendship.

So, after a significant amount of time spent with the golden thread in his quarters, Finnick leaves gifts under the tree for his friends and some of the other people he knows.

For Annie, there's a small package that contains a golden hairnet, scattered with crystal beads he'd gotten from the replicator: pretty rather than valuable, but pretty they are, and when she puts it on, the beads will sparkle like tiny stars in her hair.

Beverly, he owes gratitude and friendship, as well as genuinely liking her for her own sake. For her, there's a bracelet and necklace of the same golden thread, but woven rather than knotted, and again, studded with crystals.

Lacey is less a friend than an acquaintance, but is someone from home. Prim he still feels protective to for Katniss' sake, though she's been gone for a long time. Sinthia he'd call a friend, if anyone asked. For each of them, he's made little golden flowers, and for Prim and Sinthia, attached them to hair ribbons. Lacey's flower he's made into a brooch.

That leaves Trever and Kale and Magneto. For each of the twins, he's woven small mats that he hopes they can find uses for, as floor or wall coverings. He doesn't have access to the grasses he'd learned to weave with, but he'd managed to make the replicators produce a flexible sort of colored material that worked well enough. (He'd remembered the colors of the flags they were waving at the Eurovision party, and used those colors.)

For Magneto, there's a small woven bowl made using the same technique and material, in the hope that a practical gift might be appreciated. One side of it is ornamented with a good luck knot tied in gold.

All the presents are left under the tree, carefully wrapped, and with handwritten notes wishing the recipients a happy new year.

[ a Q in the hand is worth two in the bush ]

[trial_never_ends]

Do you have any wishes for the new year? Q bets you do.

While the "open house" is in full swing, food and drinks constantly replenishing themselves throughout the room, he settles at a table in the far corner and observes his handiwork.

Maybe you've seen him before. Maybe you have your suspicions. Maybe you innocently think he's just another officer on this ship, and you have questions. There's any number of reasons you could approach him, really. Now's your chance.


[ ooc: **LAST OF THE TOP-LEVELS. RESUME TAGGING IN AS NORMAL BELOW** Q is around for a little while, and to prevent drowning out other tag-ins this is your one-stop-shop for all your Q needs. Be forewarned: he is moody, and may get up and leave without warning or mess with your character if the mood strikes him. Hop over to the OOC post linked above if you want to clear any permissions by the mun first. ]

Re: [ a Q in the hand is worth two in the bush ]

[reincarnshaman]

Q's encounter with Sisko hasn't happened yet, it's several years out in the future but that doesn't mean that someone else can't punch Q in the face.

Trever and Kale had studied Q, of course. It's what they do. So when Trever spots Q sitting there by himself he excuses himself from his brother, who from Kale's expression knows exactly what he's going to do, and walks over to Q. McCallums are not afraid of god like beings.

They've a history of being absolutely obstinate and disrespectful to them. It's almost a family trademark. While Trever is technically a Daly, he's been raised as a McCallum.

This is why Trever gets close enough, with absolutely no fear about him anywhere, in fact he's perfectly calm, and saying absolutely nothing (what is there to be said, really?), swings a solid punch at Q's nose.

Replies might come from Cridhe as well, just so we don't need 2 threads.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor was sulking. Clara was here - somewhere and he had yet to find her. And here it is, Christmas and that makes him think of his last adventure with her. And the Dream Crabs. But he had been here long enough to know this wasn't a dream. Or at least he really hoped it wasn't a dream.

He saw the curious creature on the other side of the room. While Cridhe was trying to help him out of his sulk, (When hasn't the TARDIS tried to get him out of his sulks?) he closed his eyes and tried to allow for some of his Time Sense to sink in. He had finally more or less adjusted to being here and while futures were very confused and fuzzy around the edges, he was starting to be able to pick up some senses of people's pasts...

But the Creature on the other side of the room was confusing. And in a way that no other he had yet come across on the ship. He dragged Cridhe with him figuring he could use the back up, or at least if she heard the conversation, maybe she could figure out something he couldn't.

Not asking permission and simply taking a seat across from the other creature, the Doctor tilts his head. What question to ask... 'Why?' is boring. And not the right question. He nods at Cridhe that she too should sit down.

"I've encountered creatures like you in my own universe. But to my knowledge they have never committed an act such as this out of simple boredom. But, how are you be able to hold this paradox in place? The very fabric of reality should be unravelling before us."

[dust_of_life]

So that was the infamous Q, in the flesh and the fur, so to speak. Fatima had done as much studying as she could on the man, courtesy of Beverly and the ship's computerbanks. But this was her first personal encounter. And as much as she'd thought of the things she'd like to say to him, ask of him, whatever...she had to admit, seeing him now gave her pause.

The more powerful a Cainite was, the bigger a dick. That was generally the rule back home. She wasn't quite sure what to expect from someone more powerful and more mercurial than a Cainite.

She watched from afar for a while, studying his interactions with other people. And when she finally felt ready, she grabbed a cup of something that looked vaguely like Kool-Aid and slowly made her way over, the high heels of her boots clicking softly on the floor.

"Do the Q have holidays?" she asked, offering him the drink. "Or is this just for our benefit?"

[disneydescendant]

During his research, Henry had come across what little the Enterprise had on the Q. They had a face in their archive which Henry had studied. And that such face was sitting out in the open for all to see. He obviously had an agenda but that didn't bother Henry. He was thankful he'd left his puppy in his new quarters.

"Hi." He smiled as he approached, sitting down at the table. "Am I right in thinking you're the guy that brought me here?"

Partial Plotlocked to Kuvira, OTA Otherwise

[kristenkgcpd]

Kristen's kitten heels made a graceful (if still slightly unsteady) click along the hallway as she located 0713. She went inside and made a quick scan of the room, using things she had picked up from watching others within GCPD. Once she decided all was in its proper place she went to unpacking her few things: mostly clothes (sweaters, skirts, proper heels, some low key jewelry and scarves along with a spare pair of glasses while her own are being repaired) from the replications and a few odds and ends. But she was also open people would peek in and be social,"Because I think I forgot to add a coat to the list!" she realized while putting things away.

But for the moment she got a cup of tea from the replicator and watched the scene through the open doors, partly in case Kuvira arrived (to set living with her on the right footing) and also to be social.

[engineermage]

Wanting to check up on her to see if she's settling in okay, Kale stops by Kristen's room. He leans up against the doorway and gives it a solid knock waiting for permission to enter.

Room #919 + OTA

[disneydescendant]

Upon seeing who he was sharing a room with, Henry was quite excited. He wouldn't get his hopes up until he was sure but Matt Murdock was Daredevil in the comics. So if it was the same guy, then this ship just got cooler. With his dalmatian at his heel, Henry sat in the quarters and waited for the man.

And for anyone else who wanted to turn up.

Re: Room #919 + OTA

[blind_devil]

Matt tapped his way into his new room feeling a little more confident then he had when he first arrived. He smells a dog and smiles. Looks like Froggy's wish to get him a seeing eye dog was about to come true. "Hi," he says clearing his throat as he turned to the person in the room. "Are you Henry?"

[redarrowqueen]

*Plotlocked to Team Arrow*

Thea had every reason to hate Christmas: especially after 3 lousy ones in a row. But she had small presents for her brother and Felicity: a new leather jacket to give new memories and a pair of earrings. Simple sure but she had a family now. In the meantime however she was ducking the lounge like the plague: with how miserable she still felt she just was not in the mood for people being happy. "Besides, the Arrow kittens will want dinner." happy for an excuse to escape.

*OTA*

Thea was in hiding but with the door open could watch the hallway and make sure the kittens were not getting underfoot (or having tails and claws smashed by accident). She held onto her tea as she wrapped her coat around her even more, the nip was making her feel like she was in a meat locker. A trio of kittens however were happily mewing and playing after eating.

[hoodandarrow]

Oliver tried to celebrate, but in the end he'd just booked it back to the room he shared with his sister and cuddled with Pocky. Christmas was a miserable time for the Queens and Oliver would rather hide then deal with it.

[hallowedarethefounders]

This briefing was ridiculous. First, an alien, probably the one who brought him here, passed himself (badly) as Worf, then, well let's say the whole thing was ridiculous. At least he had his room.

In which he got first, apparently. The room looked exactly like two-person quarters were supposed to look on a Federation vessel. Olan'atar put down his kar'takin in one corner and waited for his roommate to appear. She wouldn't be long. In the meantime, he would do some push-ups.

Matt Murdock: OTA

[blind_devil]

Matt wasn't much of a party person. They were a bit too noisy and smelly and he always had a lead to chase down or a case he was getting ready for. But he didn't have that option anymore, so here he was sipping eggnog and looking around for someone to talk to.

Re: Matt Murdock: OTA

[kristenkgcpd]

The soft (yet slightly unsteady) click of kitten heels could be heard along with a slight whiff of vanilla and leftover cardboard box. "Feels like an office party but a different scale." Kristen observed while death gripping her tea.

Oliver Queen l OTA

[hoodandarrow]

Oliver didn't do the holiday, he just didn't. Every time he'd tried in the past few years something terrible had happened between his own almost death last year to Malcolm almost killing him two years before that. So he's hiding in the corner of Ten Forward sipping a hot chocolate.

Re: Oliver Queen l OTA

[redarrowqueen]

"Wanna make a break for it and ditch the forced merry making?" Thea slipped over when she spotted Oliver and just knew he was sharing her not a fan of the holidays mood. But for now she slipped Oliver her hand, knowing from experience it could only help. The other was death gripping her own hot chocolate as she wrapped her coat around her.

Kale | OTA

[engineermage]

It's been a bit of an evening for Kale: Trever punched Q in the face and he got a pony out of the hat.

The pony, a bright pastel yellow one with wings and a horn, rainbow colored hair and a muffin on her flank, is sitting on the table next to a bottle labeled "McCallum Whiskey" that Kale confiscated from Trever before his twin went and did his stupid thing.

The whiskey turns out to be the best part of the evening, actually. He's had two glasses already and the bottle doesn't appear to have emptied any. So, he's set out a second glass in case Trever comes back or someone else wants a drink.

Christopher Pike (OTA)

[whistles_loudly]

Pike was usually all for celebrating the customs of Earth, especially when they were this festive. So he sat at the bar, in his preferred uniform, the dark grey, wearing a very Christmassy Looking Santa hat.

He thought his drink was festive too, a Manhattan with a bright red cherry on the bottom.

Well hello cannon mate sorta esque

[tpol]

T'Pol had little idea what to make of this all, first she had wound up here of no obvious method and now a party. How random, loud, meaningless and utterly human.

She stood very still at first, lips thinned in observance of the merriment around her until it swelled to the point where she needed to step out of the way. That step lead her to a corner of the bar and an order of water.

The person next to her wore a uniform that looked...well familiar but not. T'Pol was intrigued despite herself and frankly dealing with one human seemed preferable to dealing with the mass of life otherwise around her.

"Excuse me," She offered, quietly but firmly. "May I ask you about your uniform?"

Kira: OTA

[hasthegift]

[ooc: thread opener is in ten forward so she can mingle with everyone! If her room mate wants a separate thread I can make one in here for them. :) ]


The little gelfling was still somewhat in amazed shock at all of this. She hadn't said much during the tour and simply tried to take everything in. It was still surreal like a dream, and she followed everyone in a daze trying to absorb it all. Before it sunk in that she had been given a room and assigned a room mate - the odd looking man with the deep voice suddenly cast some sort of spell and the large room -changed-.

Kira gasped audibly, hands over her mouth as she saw the food and drink appear on every table. She could feel the crispness in the air and the frost on the windows. Such powerful magic! She had never seen anything like it. And then the man changed into another appearance. A paler though still tall man (it seemed everyone was tall here).

Sensing that the spectacle was over (or at least she thought) - Kira slowly walked to one of the large windows, passing the tables of food despite her stomach grumbling. Climbing up onto one of the chairs, she held onto the back of it as she openly stared out the window. Seeing nothing but a yawning void and the pinpoints of light dotting it.

[braveheart_clara]

Clara had been in that same tour with her. She's gone through strange things like this before, so it's new to her but not at all. Technology and Space and honestly, incredible things like magic seemed normal to an extent. She was still in awe over everything though.

The food looked and smelled wonderful, but Clara, like the small child like being that went to the window, was much more interested in the space right now. Where were they? She didn't think she had anything of space down enough to pinpoint a location, but it couldn't hurt to look, right?

She came over to the window as well, seeing the small one looking out the same window. Silent at first, she moved to stand there, hands behind her back and smiling. It was still beautiful to her. Stunning even.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She said, peeking over to the small one near by. For Clara, even knowing the dangers out there, she still loved space.

Room # 0921 - Pete Lattimer and Clara Oswald (OTA for Pete, too!)

[hey_heyhey]

Oh my god, this is seriously the coolest thing that's ever happened to him. It's like watching a really weird British pantomime version of Star Trek, and he loves it. He only wishes he had a bucket of popcorn and some candy to nosh on. It might have made things less awkward when he was pretty much the only one in the room laughing and cheering during Q's performance.

Way to make friends and influence people, Lattimer.

He's a little wary about being roomed with someone he doesn't know when both Myka and H.G. are on the ship. Number one, because he's still not totally convinced that he hasn't been whammied, and everything people have told him so far does not sound like good odds at getting un-whammied. Number two, because he's on a ship full of fictional people, or at least who he thought were fictional people until now (seriously, how can this not be an Artifact?!), and he's already gotten the "Pete, don't touch things, Pete, don't cause trouble, Pete, don't say anything stupid" speech. Nobody has any faith in him.

But okay, they have a point.

He raps his knuckles against the jamb when he approaches the open door, poking his head into the room. "Uh. Clara Oswald?" he calls, just in case she's already in there. Seriously, it's going to be really awkward rooming with a girl. Especially one that's not Myka. "Hellooooo?"

He starts poking around the room, touching everything in sight. Well, that's one rule already broken. At least he doesn't recognize the name 'Clara Oswald', so hopefully rules two and three stay totally intact. He wonders who his next door neighbors are?

[ooc: check out Pete's entry for more info + my contact info if needed!]

[not_the_question]

The Doctor had taken to checking out the ship's manifest as soon as he knew it would be updated. And this one was very particular. It had a name he recognised. Though, to be fair, Oswald and Clara weren't exactly uncommon names. It was possible it could be another with the same name.

But he couldn't resist checking it out. So, he makes his way to the designated room. He knocks on the door. Bracing himself for disappointment. When the door is answered by a man, the Doctor looks down at the PADD and back at the door. Sure the name said 'Pete Lattimer', but the name wasn't one he recognised, so it didn't matter.

"I'm... looking for Clara Oswald..."

The longest night, and Winsol - OTA

[the_blood]

The Blood didn't have Christmas, not... Christmas Christmas, but they had something similar in Winsol. The holiday celebrated the dark glory of Witch, and the nights of celebration always ended with a dance and a gift of hot blooded rum at midnight. There were gifts under a tree, just the same, though, and when the gifts arrived here, Ailyshia and Theorn turned their mind to gifts.

It was proper to give a gift to the Queen you served, and Queens who ruled gave to the Queens who ruled above them, just as she knew all the Dhelman Queens gave to the Warlord Prince of Dhelman. She had helped Slyvia with the official gifts a few times. So she knew that serving under the Warlord of the Enterprise, she need a proper gift for Picard.

It wasn't cheating to consult her webs, she decided. She could easily learn even more about him by talking to people - if she cared to talk to people. She didn't. So she took the easier route. And so, waiting for Picard under the tree was a gift wrapped in sapphire and purple paper with a green ribbon, and a tag with his name. Inside he would find a Scelt whistle, a Shaladorian flute, and a book of sheet music for each. The Scelt whistle was a small metal flute, the Shalidorian one was slightly longer and made of hand carved wood. Gifts sent via the Queen.

Theorn had gotten the man a small gift as well, giving over to him a dagger he had with him when he arrived. The man seemed like he needed to learn more weapons then he knew.

There were others, Ailyshia supposed she ought to get gifts for, so feel free to check the tree and see if there is one there for you.


Lady Cassidy had sent the Queen chocolate chunk cookies, and she had sent some along, so at midnight, on the longest night, feel free to find Aiylshia and Theorn actually sitting civilly together, sipping rum that scented of blood, and eating sifully good chocolate chunk cookies in the lounge.

Clara Oswald - Open to All

[braveheart_clara]

Clara showed up at a horrible time (which in turn might actually have been the BEST time to bring her here) and because of that timing she's a ball of strange energy. She's not at all happy at the moment because of... things. Things that shouldn't have ended up on the Enterprise, for one. For another she IS happy, and actually started to cry and laugh at one point, shocked to be here, breathing.

She hasn't noticed her pulse yet, or that would be a whole new set of emotions that she isn't ready to work through. For now though, the school teacher turned space and time traveler is actually handling this pretty well.

Which is to say she's going everywhere she is allowed to go and investigating as much as humanly (or not) possible. Which means she's snooped around Ten Forward, looking out to space (which is actually very calming for her) and looking over the treats on the table. It was Christmas? That didn't seem right. That wasn't coming for some time still. Then again... time traveler. So it didn't surprise her either.

You can catch her in Ten Forward, or you can catch her sneaking around halls. Well, not really sneaking, but she is exploring. Which is why she's a bit late to make it to her room to meet her roommate. She is roomed on Deck 9, 0921, and those she is interested in seeing this as well, she's taking her time looking around.

If by some chance you DO know Clara already and you are looking FOR her, a little bit later you CAN find her in room 0921, so please feel free to stop in and say hello.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor had gone to her room to find her, but only found her roommate, which given the pudding-brain nature of that man, he might have to rectify the situation as soon as possible.

That said, he was now... waiting. She would have to eventually come here and stalking really wasn't beneath him. But he did it down the hall, so as not to be too noticeable. When he saw her, he gasped somewhat. Age he doesn't notice. Different length of hair, that he notices.

But he doesn't stop her just yet. He'll let her and Pete get to know each other. He waits a couple of hours, because he doesn't want to pounce as soon as she or Pete leaves - okay that's exactly what he wants to do, but he doesn't want to look like it, so when Pete seems to leave the room he comes down the hall and as he had done in that dream Christmas, he knocks on her door - four times.

And now, he's strangely nervous. What if she's changed her mind and doesn't want to see him? What if she blames him for being here? Oh so many doubts.