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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.
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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; )

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.

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[Padmé and Q]
Although there is no true need for it, a routine has been established on the mornings. She isn't certain if a new roommate will eventually come along, but for now she does have the whole of the living quarters to herself. It does feel empty, but she spends little time there anyway.

Having risen and dressed, she moves to exit her sleeping quarters and enter in to the shared space. A cup of coffee is how she usually starts the day. Certain familiar acts are kept, finding a comfort in them. Slowly, day by day, she is becoming use to the notion of her life as it is, and she has found that there are certain aspects she is quite enjoying.

The routine has been going on for some time now, which is why it takes her a moment after she walked in to the shared area to register another being. Surprise, of course, is there, and having never met him before, Padmé does offer a smile, even if that quizzical expression remains. "Hello. Can I help you- or are you my new roommate?"

[Padme and open; Ten Forward]
What has been planned for the day seems to have been cut abruptly off. Somehow she has managed to find herself in Ten Forward, and has taken a seat at one of the empty tables. While her body might be here, her mind is miles away.

So much... How could she have forgotten? Yet the memories are there now, as clear as any from her own world. They had said that when one returned, they would be gone. And they had been. Until now.

Face and places and events... Just when she thought this place couldn't surprise her anymore, it has. She's finding herself confronted with them all, her mind turning over them, as she stares off in to nothingness with a pensive expression touching her face, brow furrowed and lips slightly pursed.
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Part of being young and non human in a place like this meant that there weren't a lot of people immedietly apparent that he could get along with. So he usually sticks to himself, and given his sleep schedule he's not up for very long on a daily basis. There are times though when his self isolation gets too much and he decides he needs to socialize.

Today has been turning out to be a terrible day for that, as today? He can sense the emotions of others. Picking up on every little bit off emotional tidbit off of people like an emotional radar, getting any good sleep has become impossible.

The worst part? None of his powers worked, so he was feeling agitated and week, as well as trapped in his feral form, unable to morph back into his more flexible human/cat form. So there he was, an emotional sponge, and letting all of those emotions from others influence his own.
He sits on one of the many couches in the lounge area of Ten Forward, glancing around at those who might come by, hoping they're not half as moody as he is.
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Cridhe has given Beverly a lot to think about lately. They hadn't touched the topic of Trill, exactly, but they had discussed Time Lords. The concepts were too similar for Beverly to let go of, too close for her comfort. A part of her wants to lock it all away and stop thinking about it, but another part of her desperately wants to know more. Maybe if she gets more perspectives, she might finally be able to put it all behind her and move on.

It's only taken almost a decade.

Most of her time that isn't spent in sickbay lately is spent in Ten Forward, where she more or less camps out at a table with tea and a bowl of fruit. She has a couple of names to look for and is hopeful that the Doctor she met might turn up here sometime. She'd also like to talk with the one who took over sickbay not long ago for several reasons.

Either way, here she is and despite the thoughts on her mind, she's doing much better than she has been lately. She attributes that to a lot of factors, not the least of which was her daring midnight outing with Deanna on Pacifica. She has a feeling that will be making the rumor rounds and she is all right with that. Due to her better frame of mind, she is much more open to random conversation and might even offer a pleasant greeting to anyone passing by.
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(Partially Plotlocked to Peggy Carter, Marion Scotts, Magento, Matt Murdock and Shadow. CW for in canon violence (Gotham) and mental health issues, also includes possible spoilers for late season 1/very early season 2 of Gotham)

Kristen Kringle had a secret. )
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(Thea Queen, partial plotlocked to Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak, OTA otherwise)

The letdown from whatever had lifted Thea's mood was massive and painful all in one. She had gone from actually getting a solid 6 hours of sleep to less than 2 (if she was lucky at that). So for tonight she was throwing in the towel on sleeping and attempting to study in the sitting room (with Kit Kat perched atop her thankfully covered by motorcycle jacket shoulder while purring to try and calm her human into another attempt at a nap). But the open door into her portion of the shared quarters shed some light: she had gotten brighter since there was a surfboard from her and Oliver's time on the beach to a fake flower she had bought just for fun to the basket from her and Matt's picnic (that still made her smile since she could feel things bloom but was going slow).
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(Radical Edward, OTA)

Nothing seemed amiss to Edward as she worked on a program in Ten Forward. All she had noticed was a lot of happy people and a sudden letdown within a few days. But then she figured not much could phase her after the time she's spent on the road and as a part of the Bebop. She decided to keep her perch for the night, someone might need an impartial 3rd party she figured? So she kept an eye open as she worked, fingers flying across the PADD with the grace of someone at home with computers and gadgets.
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(Kristen Kringle, partial plotlocked to Magneto and OTA otherwise)

The nightmares had started and had sent Kristen to the safe haven of a back booth in Ten Forward with PADD in hand. Her plan had been to simply study and have a quiet pot of tea before attempting sleep but she knew it was not going to happen. She had gone from a rare level of good mood to right back to where she started and to be truthful it was also scaring her. "Maybe its the universe's way of saying its time to face things?" she mused, not knowing anyone could hear her musing.
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(Luna Lovegood, partial plotlocked to Merlin and OTA otherwise, CW for Malfoy Manor possible in comments)

Luna could not explain it emotionally. She knew it was something from the planet and that these things happen, she's seen it enough times back in the Wizarding World after all. But the falling from actually not reliving the manor and feeling like her old self to slipping back into that raw miserable place was just too much to think about. So after leaving a message for Prue she slipped out for the arboretum to work on her notebook since it was full of creatures she had found while planetside. "Research and maybe figure out that species of frog, maybe that will be enough to knock me flat." she whispered as her earrings jingled.
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Ten Forward:

Kevin steps into Ten Forward, looking to see if his favorite table in the corner is free. It is, thankfully. He settles with his back to the corner and puts the PADD device in front of him, ready to settle in and do a few hours of homework and working on the current art project that's consumed his attention. Alright, mostly to work on the art he's been working on. It's just in light, even if that's hardlight projection, but, it would be nice to be able to work in metal and fire again. He wonders who he talks to about that.

So, he's going to be sitting here a while. Someone bring the boy some food and drink or something, otherwise, he'll forget to eat.

Holodeck:

One thing Kevin has discovered with the holodecks is that he can workout here and no one gets hurt. Well, except for him, and that's okay. So, he works on his hand to hand in here. While he'd like to work on his control, there's something funky about his powers. So, shirtless, he works out with the self-defense programs, and doesn't worry about all that deadly skin to be displayed.

Well, unless he's bothered. Then he'll worry about it.

OTA; on Pacifica

2016-Feb-15, Monday 03:49 pm
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As much as he loves space adventure and is really growing to enjoy the Enterprise itself, Luke is craving the feel of ground beneath his feet and wind and sunshine on his face. The holodecks are surprisingly lifelike but nothing beats the real thing.

He'd been trying to convince himself to go planetside and take a look around since they arrived, that it would be a good distraction. He kept putting it off, telling himself he was too tired or didn't want to run into too many people and preferred to stay in his room. But he knew the truth.

Down there, people were celebrating some Earth holiday that had to do with love. A couple got married. The beaches were probably very romantic. Luke was desperate to stay as far away from that as he could. It hurt far too much.

Of course, that changed the moment he set eyes on Cash there in the sickbay. Alive, whole, and more or less okay.

Luke helped him recover and they spent quiet time together, enough to recuperate, teach Cash about the ship, and simply wrap their brains around the fact that they were together again. It was both a physical and mental recovery.

Now they're both down on Pacifica, seeing whatever sights there are to see but not going too crazy. Neither one of them are up for too much excitement. Even a quiet walk around one of the cities is enough. And of course they visit the beaches too, but they seem a little more wrapped up in each other there.

Wherever they are, though, they're almost always holding hands at the very least, seemingly unwilling to let go of each other for a moment. They have to sometimes, of course. One of them might pop off for a second to check something out.

They do seem to be focusing on each other but they're certainly not avoiding people. They're both looking relatively friendly and neither one seems like they would be upset to be approached. Luke particularly looks bright and cheerful which is almost a hilariously vast improvement to the mood he's been suffering since he arrived.

((Feel free to choose a location/scenario and let us know if you'd like to play with Luke, Cash, or both of them at once. Just a warning though, Luke will probably want to show off introduce Cash to everyone he knows.))


Closed to Cash )
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Cold is devouring its way through his fingers, his arms, his chest. It seems to travel through his scars — all of them fresh — and then grow further, like icicles under his skin. When his sleep isn’t interrupted by visions of dark hands over his face or the sound of a gun being fired at his face, he wakes up freezing in the middle of the night and tries to pour a tiny bit more of his sluggish magic into warming himself. What he has left, he uses to heal others rather than himself. His own bites, scratches and blade marks are simply closed, nothing more. It’s fine, he tells himself. The rest of the group is more important. What other thoughts he has are doused in the bottles of alcohol — moonshine, really — that remain, which is easier than processing them.

And then everything is bright and warm, and Cash Gillingwater, fearing the worst, opens his eyes. He’s sure that he can't trust what meets them. The corridor is clean and quiet, and his group is nowhere to be seen. Is this some trick? Is the ancient creature finally moving on from cold and going into outright hallucinations?

Cash looks as though he’s gone through a blender at some recent time, strong jaw covered in a thick layer of stubble and his dark hair hanging just below his ears. He hasn’t bothered to cut it in quite some time. His grey slacks and white button shirt are in varied states of distress, though intact. The grey vest is just barely intact, some of the bloodstains on it fake and some of them real. His bared hands and forearms are covered in fresh scars, though they don’t look nearly as distressing as the wide slash mark which nearly severed the front of the vest. It’s the newest of any of his wounds, and the mark on his skin — like someone cut him with a blade, though the reality was far worse — is only just barely closed.

Nothing on him is particularly insulating, and he shivers as he tries to decide if he’s going to stand up and move. The warm air has yet to sink in past the layer of cold which has been a constant in his skin. His magic has had to work hard to keep him from hypothermia. The sniper rifle strapped to his back stays there, as does the pistol in his shoulder strap. Is he somewhere new, somewhere controlled by the ancients, or somewhere deep under the frozen hell that the town has become in the past month?

“Well. 'Least there’s no snow here,” he remarks to himself, with a faint Virginian twang, his low voice scratchy from how little it’s been used lately. His words aren’t slurred at all, which is rather impressive considering how much moonshine is still rattling around in his system.

Locked to Luke Skywalker. )

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