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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. )

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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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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[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.

Never Better

2016-Mar-01, Tuesday 08:28 pm
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[Locked to Leia and Luke.... Cash later]

Han stumbled out of sickbay, several hours after stumbling in. The good thing was now that he could see again. He met a guy who told him where he was, but who the hell did this Q think he was anyway? He was Han Solo.

Han Solo no one kidnapped him without his permission. That was his job thank you very much. He made it into Ten Forward at least that looked somewhat familiar. It reminded him of the Cantina on Tatooine. He was at the bar waiting for a drink.

[Open, after he finds Luke and Leia]

Han felt a little more relieved as he roamed around the ship. He, at least, knew people here, and he could relax knowing the Kid and Princess were safe. He is just roaming, so feel free to run into him anywhere. He is a decent mood for a smuggler who can't smuggle. He has seen some pretty strange stuff in his day but all of this is giving him pause.
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Classes for adults and children are now being held every day on Deck 14. The weekly schedule for March's syllabus is posted below. [Classes are OTA unless otherwise specified.]

[[Note: due to AC drops, some classes may no longer have a PC teacher. We have chosen to leave the ones with students still signed up on the post for now, so if any of the students in a class with "NPC" marked as the instructor wants to make the top-level entry for the class, feel free to do so.]]

[example of a youth class]

Schedule & Listing )

[[ooc: Please note, the School is currently a once-a-month post; all times listed are for IC purposes. Teachers will post in with a comment for their class, and students can then tag in to thread at any stage for classes held at any point in the month. Posting in is not compulsory; you are welcome to handwave attendance.

To sign up to teach, or to add your character as a regular student of a class, there will be a new post coming soon, the link will be edited in here and announced on the ooc comm. The next School post will be on April 4th.]]
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For all the people he encountered - the Jedi woman he killed, the others he tried to kill, the assassin droid that tried to kill him and the pair that finally got the better of him in that medbay - all he had now were three bland walls and an electrified barrier. The force was no clearer to him than it had been when he first found himself aboard the ship. Even his lightsaber was gone.

He tested every square inch of that room until his fists were bloody and his boots had split. He must have shocked himself a hundred times. But eventually, every tantrum must subside. And Kylo Ren did calm down.

Two weeks, someone in a yellow shirt said, followed by counseling sessions and close surveillance. Two long weeks.

Will anyone pay him a visit?
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Enterprise's Head Botanist Keiko's Log, stardate 46172.364: My time on Pacifica was quite rewarding, and with the permission of a number of the locals, I have several new samples to study going forward... )

"Keiko's log, Stardate 46172.799,

"I have been working with these samples for hours. I have replanted all of the whole plants and have had my assistants working on properly labeling them with the information I was provided. The cuttings have been arranged and labeled for study. My hope is that Dancer, at least, will prove a fitting candidate for replanting in the Arboretum, however the evasiveness of the locals is making me hesitant. The more I think about it, the odder they seem to have been acting about it.

"And they aren't the only ones. Maybe I'm just tired. I should be tired, but I don't seem to be. I feel fine; happy, in fact. But it does seem as though everyone else has had either a little too much to drink or a little too little sleep. I understand that we are all excited to have had the chance to visit the planet and to gather samples, and it is exciting work studying them, however...

"I will be contacting Doctor Crusher if things do not change. There had been an incident on board the ship on Stardate 41209.2 where a widespread infection caused crew members to act as though they were intoxicated. We are all now inoculated against that, though, so whatever is happening now, while similar, does not seem as drastic or as quick to build. I will be setting this file to auto-send to Doctor Crusher if I have not canceled the command by 0800 tomorrow. I do not feel as though I am infected, of course, or I would have quarantined myself and my staff. It is always possible that they simply imbibed too much while on leave. Normally I might have an issue with this, but we've all been dealing with a lot recently, and there was a wedding. So long as everyone is sober and accounted for tomorrow, I will let it go. I'm in too good a mood to be angry, anyway.

"I have been working with Beachrunner mostly, though the others have been focusing on Dancer. I want all eyes on that one to unravel the mystery as soon as possible. Miles came in about an hour ago, and was so taken with the beauty of it that, rather than asking me when I was returning for dinner, he took one of the blooms to put up in our quarters. I almost stopped him, but he seemed so happy, and it was one of the ones from the tourist market. If there is some reason they should not be spread about, it is probably too late already. And he thought I would like to have it there. I have a wonderful husband.

"The only issue we have discovered so far with Dancer that could account for anything is the scent. When kept in an enclosed space the scent grows quickly to an almost unbearable level. It is pleasant, but too much of even a good thing is still too much. One of the techs has opened the vents and rerouted the ventilation system to circulate the air. Miles said even the corridors smelled nice as he came in.

"I am going to work some more on Beachrunner tonight, before I look over the Dancer notes to prepare them for the report to Doctor Crusher tomorrow. You know... one of these blooms would look quite lovely in her hair. I wonder why I didn't think of that before.

"Computer, end log."

It has been one full solar day since Keiko's last log was made, and in that time things aboard the Enterprise have grown truly unusual. The ship is well out of Pacifica's range by now, returned to open space, but things are not back to normal.

News of the Botany Lab's breakdown has spread by this point, as any are invited to help manage the issue.

[OOC: Party Post! Come get your top-levels and scenarios below! This post signifies the end of our February plots with some cool-off time before March begins. Hit up the OOC comm if you have any questions.]

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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This isn't right. The bar looks like it could be a bar somewhere in the galaxy (though, to be honest, probably not one of the outer rim planets), and as for the aliens, well, just because they don't look familiar doesn't mean anything. He hasn't been over the entire galaxy, after all. It's possible there are still some species he's never come across before.

What makes this wrong is that he was climbing out of his X-wing just a second ago, and there's no way he could have made it inside in that time. There's no bar on this base, either. He's still in space, at least, if the stars he sees through the windows are any indication. This ship must be at least a large freighter, too, just based on the size of it. Something like what the First Order has. One thing he's sure of though is that this is definitely not a First Order ship.

At least he's still got his flight suit.

[ooc: If we had a thread going on the TDM and you want to continue it here, that works for me!]
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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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It is once again that time when the medical team under command of Dr. Crusher has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, and so that means it is Worf's duty to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. If the standing crew know what is good for them, they will ignore what happened last month. The indignity will not soon be forgotten by the Chief of Security.

The new arrivals have been given the basic tour of the Enterprise by Chief O'Brien, and so now gather together in Ten Forward, awaiting further instructions. As Worf has done this before, he has a speech prepared:

"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, and all command centers are off-limits.

"With that in mind, there are a few rules you must obey before I give you your new assignments. 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.

"Copies of the Prime Directive will be made available to all of you, and placed in each room. As you are not Starfleet officers, you are not obligated to abide by this rule; however, it is important you understand why we do.

"Now, the rooms," he rumbles, preparing to read off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them. Something makes him pause. "Ah," he says, straightening his shoulders, but his face is devoid of humor when he announces: "There is to be a wedding. The current occupants of room #0767 and #0769 will be getting married in a few weeks, and have submitted a formal request to change rooms."

It may look as if the Klingon is unhappy, but he isn't. This is just how he normally looks. "Their current roommates will be reassigned to the following quarters:

Deck 7, Section 4

Room # 0712 - Edward Tivrusky
Room # 0723 - Galen and Grainne O'Brian
Room # 0728 - Genesis Rhapsodos and Thor Odinson
Room # 0749 - Johanna Mason and Amadahy Lavellan
Room # 0767 - Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair
Room # 0769 - Raiden and Magneto

Deck 9

Room # 0912 - Elizabeth DeWitt and Booker DeWitt
Room # 0928 - Dimo and Charlemagne Bolivar
Room # 0934 - Luke Skywalker and Alex Rogan

"I will remain here to answer questions," Worf concludes. "And my team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be." Pause. "That is, I will answer questions about the rooms, not the wedding." Never a bridesmaid, never a bride.

The list is also displayed on a PADD, where people can refer to it if they need to.

[ooc: Open log for building CR with new roommates and meeting neighbors, "party post" style! 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 is a post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and find more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there. 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. ]
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wandering the hallways between guest quarters and ten forward;

The voices of every teacher and mentor he's ever had has run through Luke's head, berating and chiding him for feeling the way he does. He knows he shouldn't be dwelling on things like he is, letting them control him and drag him into despair each night, when he's alone in his room with nothing else to do or think about.

Having nothing to distract him is the worst of all. What else is there to do when grief is so present and overpowering?

... Perhaps those voices are wrong. It's something Luke's considered lately, in the years he's been forced to continue learning on his own. He once accepted all of Yoda's and Obi-Wan's teachings as if they were absolute truth, but what if they were wrong about some things? What if there's a way to embrace his emotions without letting them overpower him?

Experiencing the horrors that he did in Denouement has brought him closer to such a realization. Now, in the midst of yet another crisis, all he can do is ruminate over these thoughts once again. Meditation has proven to be a temporary escape and sleep is the same, only it makes him feel worse upon awaking. He's just trying to cope.

'There is no try.'

Another berating voice, and Luke surprises himself with the anger and frustration that wells up in him when he hears it.

He really shouldn't... but he's going to, because nothing else is working. It's a habit that he picked up in Denouement, and possibly a bad one if he were to allow it to get out of control, but if Luke merely remains self-aware he knows he'll be fine. He heads to Ten Forward for a drink.

ten forward;

As he settles into a quiet corner with a straight whiskey (it's not Corellian but it'll do; it's far better than whatever mystery stuff was served at the tavern in Denouement), Luke starts to become wary that someone who knows what kind of a mood he's been in might see him here and have a thing or two to say. And really, he doesn't have a very good excuse. It's just that–... everything hurts and the solutions are fleeting and semi-effective at best. And at the moment he's finding it very difficult to care what anyone else might think.

It's the disappointment and worry he'll potentially see on someone's face that would get to him. Above all else he absolutely despises hurting people, especially those he cares about.

So for now he hides in the corner, contemplating the idea of retreating back to the guest quarters with his drink. His eyes look heavy, his posture is weary, and he stares out of the viewport at the stars as if hoping he'll find some great truth in them.

Ten Forward

Welcome to Ten Forward, a pan-galactic, pan-fandom social lounge for the weary intergalactic traveler. Set on the Enterprise (NCC-1701-D), any character from any established or original canon may appear at random. The fun is what happens next.

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