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(Plotlocked to Kevin Ford, CW for torture while Luna was held in Malfoy Manor)

Luna had been quite happily working on a sketch when the lights started to flicker. At first she made nothing of it, being happily reminded for a moment of Hogwarts and the constant use of candles in the house common rooms. But as she worked the lights kept flicking, leading her to whisper a single word when a hand on her wand.

"Lumos"

With that single word the tip of Luna's wand lit up, enough to keep her calm for the moment.

But the next round of flicking lights only sent the witch back to memories she was sure were behind her.

Malfoy Manor.

So cue massive meltdown as she kept one hand on her wand in case of approaching Death Eaters. But she would lower the wand (and her guard) if the person approaching was a friend.
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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.]
and_she_waited: ([R] and he will wait for her forever)
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On Valentine's Day, one can enter a lounge on a spaceship docked outside a beautiful blue jewel of a planet (which can clearly be seen out the windows), and see that it's been made over with candles and linen tablecloths and red rose centrepieces. It's not anything as grand as Q would do. Amy is using the romance of the room: the windows looking out on Pacifica, soft lighting, and like last year she's even managed to find a trio to play music in one corner of the room: flute, cello, and violin.

Walking in, there's a sign:

♥    BLIND DATING TONIGHT, 19:00*    ♥
Party to follow at 23:00*!


A ginger beauty in a red dress is standing by with a sheet of those name tags you stick on your shirt that say HELLO MY NAME IS ______ and a clipboard of seat assignments. Not all the tables are taken (the woman in charge, Guinan, insisted the room stay open for other patrons), so those meant for the blind dates have numbers tucked in the centrepieces. Amy's taken mostly tables around the outside of the room, where there is the best view of space and a little privacy.

Table 1 - Luna Lovegood & Noriko Ashida
Table 2 - Ed & Alex Rogan
Table 3 - Kale McCallum & The (10th) Doctor
Table 4 - Trever McCallum & Ishka
Table 5 - Olan'atar & T'Pol
Table 6 - General Chang & Aeryn Sun
Table 7 - Marion Scotts & Thor Odinson
Table 8 - The (12th) Doctor & Aidan Nichols
Table 9 - Islington & Merlin
Table 10 - Deanna Troi & DJ
Table 11 - Kristen Kringle & Booker DeWitt
Table 12 - Jacqueline "Jackal" Egret & Dimo
Table 13 - Bob Fraser & Cridhe
Table 14 - Grainne O'Brian & Harry Dresden
Table 15 - Thea Queen & Kitt


If your name is on her list, you'll get a name tag and a little card with your table number on it. "Here you go. The bar's open while you wait, I bribed Guinan t' have out the real stuff, so you can tell her I sent you. No gettin' carried away, though. And no funny business, you treat your date with respect or I'll have you by the ear before night's out. I'll be 'round if you need anything."

Once everyone's been checked off her list, she's going to settle at the bar and have a drink. Match-making's hard business, but each time she does it she gets a little sense of satisfaction. Once the dates are over for the evening, she's looking forward to kicking off her heels and turning this place into a dance party.


* That's 7PM and 11PM respectively!

> Going Stag top-level!
> Open Tables (OTA) top-level!
> Galentine's Day DANCE PARTY OTA top-level!
> The OOC Sign-Ups/Announcement
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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's hard for her to believe that Rory has been gone a whole year now. Her Raggedy Man has finally come, and she thought once that had happened Rory would be back, but no such luck yet. She's been keeping a close eye on her Doctor for fear he disappears on her, too.

On the contrary, more of him keep showing up.

Christmas set her in a mood. She wants to do something for the Doctors; a dinner party or fancy dress, maybe. He likes that. In all the time she's travelled in the TARDIS it's never felt lonely, but out here she misses her family and her husband, and the Doctor is all she really has. Even her daft flatmate has gone missing. Without her permission, to add insult.

So, it's distraction that puts her in Ten Forward tonight, for the most part. That and she's been down to the planet they're currently at, and seeing all the happy faces and peaceful couples set her in another mood. A mood to meddle. Annie's gone and gotten herself married, which means Amy is in the market for somebody new to give her the good gossip.

♥    Amy Pond's Blind Dating Service    ♥


She's got a sign on her table, and another two on the doors going in and out of the lounge with her table number written on it. Currently she's sitting with her legs crossed, doodling flowers and little tornadoes in the margins of her clipboard paper, waiting for her first unsuspecting victim client.


[OOC: ETA a top-level specifically for the IC sign-up sheet. If you want to establish IC your character signing up without threading with Amy you can post them in on this top-level, or leave it OTA so others can tag you with reactions, questions, comments, etc!]
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Much like it has for other weddings and parties, the lounge has been transformed. The tables have been rearranged to open up a dance-floor, and the decorations are done in turquoise and white, with nets draped over various corners and hanging down from the ceiling and gold and silver accents here and there. There are also touches of whimsy, like the lights shaped in the form of sails (or is it shark fins?) and the little shells and plaster starfish, crabs, dolphins scattered around the place. Maybe even the occasional tiny boat. Nobody who knows Panem could doubt which District the bridal pair come from.

Although District Four wedding traditions call for a small gathering of family and friends, Annie and Finnick have opened the party up to whomever wants to join in, no matter if they know them or not. Announcements have been made and posted, and once the guests have returned from the reception, the party is ready to start.

Everyone's welcome. There's drinks and a buffet full of snack food chosen by the bride. And the dance floor is well and truly open. So come in, find a chair, find some friends or make new ones, and enjoy yourself.

[ OOC: PARTY POST. Everyone is welcome! Come, mingle, eat, dance, drink, have FUN! Feel free to chat to the happy couple, but they're a tiny bit lost in each other at the moment, so make sure you specify if you want one of them and we'll send them to say hi!

There are designated sub-threads for mingling at the buffet and for dancing but feel free to start your own top-levels with other things too. ]
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The wedding is on a beach, one of those lovely Pacifica beaches with white, soft sand and gentle waves. It's the kind of setting begging for bare feet, which is what the guests are encouraged to have (although sandals, if wanted, wouldn't be amiss, either). In the middle of the day, the sand might be harshly light, but it's sliding into sunset and the light is softer, tinted with reds and oranges.

The chairs are arranged to face the nearby sea, and decorated with white and turquoise fabric. White and turquoise fabric is also draped over the canopy where the couple and officiant will stand, and it flutters gently in the breeze.

Around and through the area are small candles – nestled in the sand, hanging from stands around the edges of the temporary stage, and bobbing in the water on tiny boats also decorated with Pacifican sea hibiscus and other flowers.

Off to the side, and just as close to the water, are the tables and chairs and coloured lanterns that will be used for the reception – but for now, attention is on the wedding itself.


OOC: Ceremony itself is OTA if anyone wants to drop by and watch, but reception is closed to invite only. Party is here! And absolutely OTA.
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When Luna got word of the upcoming Pacifica stop she was actually excited. Even now she was always up for exploring and whatever misadventures came up along the way. At the same time however she was still a teenager and well attractive men without shirts was icing on the cake.

(Option 1: Moon Frog Hunt)

Luna had her notebook in one hand as she stalked out one of many ponds, she remembered something her father had mentioned about the frogs and knew being around so much water would only up the chances of a sighting (and there was so many other creatures that live around water as well). Her wand however had been charmed into its usual chopstick mostly as a precaution but there was also a flower tucked into the teen's ponytail and radishes in her ears.

"So curious!" she was smiling now as a little frog hopped past her perch.

(Option 2: Beach Front)

At heart however Luna was still a teenage girl so she also had planned on some beach time to not just swim and enjoy the sun but to people watch (attractive men without shirts was just icing on the cake she decided) and learning a few new water sports. She had even gotten her hands on a tasteful two piece swimsuit (with magical help to cover her scars from the manor). But for the first time in weeks her heart was lighter, she could not explain it but Luna decided to just enjoy the break from her private pain.

"But now see if anyone would teach me to surf."

(Option 3: Submersible Research Institute)

The Ravenclaw in her however wanted to learn while having fun. So Luna signed up for a tour of the Submersible Research Institute. Sure she may not understand all of it but she could not pass up the chance to learn while having another adventure.

Now Comes The Fallout

2016-Feb-03, Wednesday 09:33 pm
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(Plotlocked to Prue Halliwell, fallout from Malfoy Manor in comments)

Luna had not slept in the better part of 3 days but was hiding it pretty well all things considered. But she was not able to hide everything from those that knew the signs of tortured forever.

The nightmares had been fought off but the damage was in full bloom besides the ongoing recovery in the physical sense, emotionally it was a whole other story. So cue Luna with teacup and sketchbook in hand as she once again tries to delay what she knows is going to happen.

Another nightmare and another sleepless night.

"Maybe this time I can sleep somewhere else and not wake Prue up if things get as bad as they can be." Luna mused, not knowing the scar or her musings could be seen and heard.

Twang-Pop || OTA

2016-Jan-18, Monday 06:07 pm
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[personal profile] forestwater
There she was. Beautiful, elegant. Legs so long and powerful. A ram matriarch, snorting and tossing her head. Amadahy had been hunting her for awhile, having a chance, finally for time on his own. Well, it was sort of a chance. He'd left the inn early while they traveled through the Hinterlands to go and take advantage of a morning hunt.

Scout Harding would pick up the ram from there. He sometimes missed that part of the hunt but not always. Not on days when Cassandra would be cross at him for tiring himself out prior to approaching a breach.

But she was right there and Amadahy drew back his bow, smirking slowly.

"I got you... right--- Oh what the fu--"

He stands up straight when suddenly a pop and he was no longer int he Hinterlands. He didn't know where he was actually. It looked far different than anything he'd ever seen before. Just a hallway. Nothing overly descript except strange metal and a weird hum.

He turns and looks one way then the other, frowning. This was the weirdest thing he'd ever had to deal with and that was saying a lot.

"....Is someone going to explain why they ruined a perfect good hunt?"

001 | Ten Forward | OTA

2015-Dec-19, Saturday 01:20 am
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It felt like Henry had wandered the catacombs for weeks, though without daylight it was hard to tell. Managing to scrounge food and water from what little was available as well as taking in the vague sustenance he could conjure for him kept him alive. But he got very little sleep and his clothes were a mess.

When he finally found his way out, it was in a bright flash of light that caused him to screw up his eyes against it. He hadn't been in a place so bright in so long, it almost blinded him. His Keyblade had appeared automatically but upon not being attacked, he forced it back. At least he knew it was summon-able here.

Once his eyes had finally adjusted to the place he was now standing it, he looked around. He quickly realised he was not in Ruby City as he had been before finding himself in the catacombs. He'd been taken somewhere else again and he sighed deeply. As he turned, he found himself looking at a starry sky. No. Not a sky. He was looking at stars. He was in space.

Despite his dirty clothes being almost unrecognisable, he sat down on the bench by the window and looked out, wondering where he was now and if he'd ever get home. It was, of course, yet another adventure but he was once again without his family. He sighed again and spoke to no one in particular.

"Why me?"
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Trever has quite a few talents.

Currently one of them appears to be balancing kittens while painting miniatures. He's got a calico on his lap, a black one on his arm and a grey tabby on his shoulders. Veena is sleeping on the table but not deep enough that she can't swat him whenever he tries to clean his brush. The kittens weren't supposed to come with him, but Veena disagreed and brought them out of their room with that annoying teleporting ability she has. Giving up this argument - as he has been doing with these kittens - he brought them along.

Right now he's working on a dragon mini, but he's got a bunch of them in various stages of painting scattered on the table; be them elves, orcs, dwarves, wolves, griffons and more.
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Luna had been taking as many classes as possible and sitting in on who knows how many others. If she was being honest it was much easier to forget the Manor and the War while being able to at least pretend she was simply on an exchange program with a different school, but she knew she could not pretend for much longer. But she had stopped off between classes to hopefully speak with Terzen, she had questions about the federation when it came to magicals and worlds like her own. After the prior student left Luna finally spoke,"Mr.Terzen? Do you have a few minutes, I was hoping to ask a couple of quick questions in regards to magic and the Federation?" she politely asked.
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Now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access comes a big day for them: the day they receive their official introduction to the Enterprise. It starts with a tour of the ship and some background to the situation, delivered by Chief O'Brien.

The tour covers the main areas of the ship, and a history of recent events, Q-inspired and otherwise.


Once the tour has wrapped up, it normally falls on Worf's shoulders to assign the new arrivals quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. They have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed. Unfortunately, Worf is still unavailable, and so instead it falls on Lt. Junior Grade Baldwin’s shoulders to do so, just as it did last month.

As he has done this before, Baldwin 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.


Looking down at the safety of his PADD, he says, "Room assignments are as follows," before reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.


Deck 7, Section 4
Room # 0718 - Natasha Romanoff and Tex
Room # 0722 - Carson Beckett
Room # 0726 - Jackal Egret and Merlin (BBC)
Room # 0733 - Mack Gerhardt and Hokuto Shijima
Room # 0736 - Julian Bashir and Laguna Loire
Room # 0744 - Irian t'Aumne and Yoda
Room # 0758 - Trance Gemini and Rose Tyler
Room # 0763 - General Chang and Myka Bering
Room # 0767 - Finnick Odair and Alex Rogan
Room # 0772 - Inari Raith and Harry Dresden
Room # 0779 - Angel Islington and Lorna Dane

Deck 8, Guest Quarters (Family Suites)
Room # 0100 - Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen and Thea Queen
Room # 0101 - Killian Jones and Emma Swan

Deck 9
Room # 0922 - Amy Pond (SPN)
Room # 0931 - Luna Lovegood and Prue Halliwell
Room # 0932 - Piper Halliwell and Paige Matthews Mitchell
Room # 0933 - Phoebe Halliwell and Chris Halliwell


"I will remain here to answer questions," Baldwin says, managing to keep the reluctance out of his voice. "And the rest of the Security team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be."

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. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]

Ten Forward -- OTA

2015-Dec-02, Wednesday 08:59 pm
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[personal profile] fishermansweater
Plenty of people have, by now, seen Finnick tying knots with either the rope Katniss and Guinan gave him or the hair ribbon that was a gift from Sinthia. On his bad days, that's still what he does: find a quiet spot somewhere and sit and tie knots, his whole being focused on the length of rope in his hand.

Today, he's also tying knots, but this isn't like that. Today, Finnick's sitting at a table that's scattered with gleaming golden things. One of them looks like it might be some sort of circlet or headpiece made of complicated knots. Others look like little figures: a turtle, a dragonfly, lots of different little flowers.

He's got a chair pulled out next to him, a skein of golden thread wound around its back, and he's cut a length off it that he's concentrating on weaving in and out and around. When it's done, though, he still doesn't look entirely happy with it, and he gets up to go to the replicator for a cup of coffee.

When he sits back down, he doesn't pick up his knots again, immediately, but studies them for a while. It's possible he could use some distraction. Or some advice.
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Harry had been enjoying the quiet of late. Oh, there had been the nightmares, and the ghosts, and more, but for Harry that had been almost restful. His life, what was it? Harry was beginning to feel bad for not really wanting to go back home just yet. Sure, he would like the option, and to help others go home, but here, he had peace-ish-ness, and a girlfriend, who, with no evil shenanigans, was still alive, un-undead, and happy, with him!

He shook his head.

He was happy here, mostly, but he was also missing other people back home.

He shook his head as he settled to a table in Ten Forward, out of the way, but visible from the bar and replicators, where he was pouring over notes and slowly working on creating a spell. Which is to say, concentrating, and things on his table glowing, shifting, or floating around now and then.
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(( OOC: potential content warnings all over this for mentions of horror game content, telepathic violation, telepathic control of another, sexual harassment, death, etc. Basically, the doctor is not having a good month. ))


The only good thing to have come of Zelien was the ability to deal with horrific and traumatizing events as they happened. Afterwards is another story. Beverly had thought that being able to deal with the events themselves meant that she could deal with everything Q conjured up for them because it was over. She thought she would be fine.

She was wrong. She was so wrong.

The thing Zelien had yet to teach her was how to deal with the aftereffects of trauma. The nightmares flare again, worse than what Q had offered them recently, and even shadows make her twitchy. Memories, fears, anything traumatic that her mind could conjure up, it did. People might not want to be around her this month. She startles at the slightest movement and sometimes her instinct is self-defense, protection, because her mind remembers Zelien and the cultists, the soldiers who jeered, leered, called, and harassed.

The nightmares have her wrestling with the sheets, memories of Jev the Ullian -- was that his name? Have they been here yet? Does she need to prepare for that? -- or Ronin, different contexts, but both violations of her mental self. Of course, both lead to other nightmares of her husband's dead body or some Victorian man about 35 years old not only forcing her into his bed, but forcing her to enjoy it. Sometimes Wesley dies in place of Jack and she wakes up sobbing. Sometimes Jean-Luc's lifeless body haunts her, the Borg come in to take over the ship yet again, or the entire crew is systematically murdered to torment her. The last to die is always Jean-Luc because her subconscious mind knows that his death will haunt her the most. These and others cause her to bolt out of her quarters in the dead of night out of sheer, blind panic, heading for somewhere she can feel safe.

Most of the time, she can be found in a corner of the Arboretum. Here, she is either asleep, though it's a fitful sleep that she wakes easily from and often in a state of terror; sitting with her hands over her ears and eyes squeezed shut against that feeling of panic; or sitting with her knees tucked up to her chin and a dead look to her eyes while she stares straight ahead. When she isn't there, she might be in the holodeck, using a program of an open meadow. No walls or buildings will be in sight, not even that new cabin that she would so love normally. She remembers so clearly those buildings on that campus, remembers the sights and sounds and smells of the acid. Stomach acid. Like the buildings were alive and trying to eat them all. At least the meadow means nothing will be eating her alive. When she isn't in either of those places, she's likely in the gym, practicing Mok'bara to meditate and calm her nerves. Intruders might want to make their presence known before they startle her. Beverly is back to being twitchy and that means nothing good will come of it. What she needs are distractions, as many as possible, and people who are willing to work with her trauma.

She'll get better over the course of the month, but in the beginning and middle, she is not doing well at all.

Darkness Of The Heart

2015-Oct-30, Friday 11:48 am
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Who: Luna Lovegood, planned for Merlin but OTA otherwise
Where: Ten Forward
When: During Halloween Event
Warnings: Major trigger warnings for what happened in Malfoy Manor.

You're just as sane as I am, you're just as sane as I am. )
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The holodeck party had been designed as a funeral-type gathering, originally for Fatima and Beverly to let go of some of the trauma they had incurred at the hands of COMPASS. It had evolved since then, turning into a larger party without losing its original purpose. Spread mostly by word of mouth, the party ended up being larger than Beverly had expected, but likely just what Fatima had wanted. All were welcome, as long as they didn't cause trouble.

The setting was the streets of New Orleans in the 1920's. In the middle of one large street was where the party would be held. There were tables with all manner of replicated food. Annie had offered to find out what would be good to set up and they had used her information to find something that nearly everyone would like. Drinks were the same. Plenty of Earth varieties and plenty of others. Surely everyone could find something to enjoy.

There were plenty of holographic people around as well, dressed to the '20's fashions, or as close as this far in the future could get. Some of them introduced the music and the dance floor. It was more of a dance street than anything, but it counted. Everyone was welcome to join them and the party turned into a bit of celebration amidst everything else. The music itself kept changing, rotating through what the Enterprise systems had on file. One minute it might be classical. The next it was something entirely different. Everything imaginable would probably have played by the night's end.

Or whenever the party actually ended.

A little bit away from the main drag, the holodeck had been programmed to create an alley between two brick-walled buildings. Unrealistically, the alley was clean and dry. Illuminating it were three trash cans along one of the walls, filled with kindling and crackling with golden flames. Holographic flames, of course, as much as Fatima had wanted to use the real thing. By the cans was a small table, with slips of stiff parchment and pens in every possible color there was.

It had taken some doing, but Fatima had programmed the holodeck to include a chalk drawing on the wall over the cans. It was a swirling pink and purple and blue rendering of the Milky Way galaxy. In yellow stars, a simple message was written out:

Write the names of those you left behind…
Cast them into the fire to say goodbye…


The party had been originally been conceived as a funeral, after all. A way to let go of the past and face the future, no matter how uncertain. There wouldn’t be any bodies, but there was still a place to say goodbye.
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It's been a long shift.

Very long.

And frustrating.

As soon as she clocks off, Gaila stalks to her quarters, strips out of her uniform and pulls on a dress. A Terran sundress, not Orion, because frankly, she's over pants and she'd feel undressed if she pulled on one of her tunics without pants.

She'd meant to sulk in her room and chill, but her room is small, itchy, and so she finds herself at the lounge. The lounge has people, but it's after the main time people are here. She can handle it.

And so, Ensign Gaila betIlley commandeers a table near a window, and flops over it. She'll get to her drink in moment. For now?

Flop.
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Classes for adults and children are now being held every day on Deck 14. The weekly schedule for September's syllabus is posted below. [Classes are OTA unless otherwise specified.]



[example of a youth class]


Itinerary/Subjects
Archery, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Ballet, Room #0916 *
Catching up to the 24th Century, Classroom #1
Creative Writing, Classroom #3
Earth History and Archaeology, Classroom #4
Earth Languages, Room #0914 *
English & Poetry (Youth), Classroom #3
English & Poetry (Adult), Classroom #3
Federation Primer, Classroom #1
Geology, Classroom #5
Kenpo, Room #0918
Krav Maga, Room #0918 *
Melee Combat Basics, Room #0918
Mixed Martial Arts, Room #0918
Multiverse Primer, Classroom #1
Physical Education (Youth), Room #0918
Physical Education (Adult), Room #0918
Ranged Combat Basics, Room #0918
Scuba Diving, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Self Defence, Room #0918
Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Classroom #6
Surviving the Wilderness, Classroom #7
Warp Theory & Starship Tech, Classroom #10
Working with Chakra, Classroom #7
Xenoanthropology, Classroom #8
Advanced Xenolinguistics, Classroom #6

* [ One-on-one tutoring is available by request in ballet, krav maga, cooking, and a range of Earth languages. For a complete listing, see the OOC Post. You can request tutoring by replying to the comment offering the relevant subject in that post. ]


Class Schedule

Behind the cut! )


Staff
Bob Fraser (Surviving the Wilderness)
Emma Frost (Physical Education (Youth), Physical Education (Adult), Self-Defence (Substitute))
Fatima Merali (Multiverse Primer)
Geordi La Forge, Lt. Cmdr. (Warp Theory & Starship Tech)
H.G. Wells (Creative Writing, Earth Languages (French), Kenpo)
Hugh Cambridge, Lt. (Catching up to the 24th Century, Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Xenoanthropology)
Jonas Quinn (Earth History & Archaeology)
Kale McCallum (Ranged Combat Basics)
Kate Barlow (English & Poetry (Youth), English & Poetry (Adult))
Lorna Dane (Geology)
Mack Gerhardt (Mixed Martial Arts)
Minoru (Working With Chakra)
Sam Bowe (Melee Combat Basics (Substitute), Mixed Martial Arts, Surviving the Wilderness (Substitute))
Steve McGarrett (Scuba Diving, Self-Defence)
Terzen T'Karr, Lt. Cmdr. (Federation Primer, Warp Theory & Starship Tech (Substitute), Advanced Xenolinguistics)
Thea Queen (Archery)
Trever McCallum (Melee Combat Basics)
Ziva David (Ballet, Earth Languages (Italian), Krav Maga)


[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.

To sign up to teach, or to add your character as a regular student of a class, see the OOC post here. The next School post will be on October 26th.]
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Now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access comes a big day for them: the day they receive their official introduction to the Enterprise. It starts with a tour of the ship and some background to the situation, delivered by Chief O'Brien.

The tour covers the main areas of the ship, and a history of recent events, Q-inspired and otherwise.


Once the tour has wrapped up, it normally falls on Worf's shoulders to assign the new arrivals quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. They have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed. Unfortunately, Worf is still unavailable, and so instead it falls on Lt. Junior Grade Baldwin’s shoulders to do so, just as it did last month.

As he has done this before, Baldwin 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.


Looking down at the safety of his PADD, he says, "Room assignments are as follows," before reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.


Deck 7, Section 4

Room # 0717 - Mara Jade and Cridhe
Room # 0756 - Elim Garak
Room # 0759 - Ayesh
Room # 0761 - Hokuto Shijima and Felicity Smoak
Room # 0763 - Oliver Queen and Reinette
Room # 0771 - Quark and Amanda Graystone
Room # 0774 - Tasha Yar and Agatha Heterodyne

Deck 8

Section 1A - Subject Theta
Room # 0143 - Shadow and Willard Decker
Room # 0148 - Lacey Harwood and Charles Tucker III

Deck 9, Section 4

Room # 0911 - Ishka and Jim Shannon
Room # 0916 - Alex Summers and Emma Frost
Room # 0918 - Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi
Room # 0919 - Luna Lovegood and Chris Halliwell
Room # 0924 - Padmé Amidala and Jadzia Dax



"I will remain here to answer questions," Baldwin says, managing to keep the reluctance out of his voice. "And the rest of the Security team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be."

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. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]
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Luna's pink coat had become a frock coat, an orchid was tucked behind her ear and she was wearing a Ravenclaw blue corset over her blouse but her bell bottoms and earrings remained. When she realized what was going on (after seeing several bottles of rum and hearing the songs) a tiny smile crossed her face. She mused,"Fred and George would be laughing their heads off or have been the masterminds!" knowing it was something her friends would pull in a heartbeat. But as she walked the ship in order to get a lay of the land she was spotting parrots (some of the quite friendly and she had crackers from the replicator for them) and was simply enjoying the crazy scene unfolding.

But in spite of the smile she was hiding her private pain like a pro, she was not going to let the Muggles see her crack.
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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 is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]
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At that moment in Ten Forward a young woman was winked into a world very different from the world she knew as a witch.

Her jeans were badly frayed, her sweater badly damaged and hanging onto a much too thin frame. Her hair was badly tangled and she was covered in cuts and bruises. She also looks like she's not slept in ages among other problems. Anyone could see something had happened before Q winkled her aboard the Enterprise but how bad was it?

But a couple of things would stand out despite the darkness: the wand currently tucked behind a few loose strands of blonde hair and especially the jewelry. Mostly since not many people would openly wear what looked to be a pair of radishes as earrings.

But when Luna Lovegood realized she was not in Malfoy Manor or even the Wizarding World her eyes seemed to regain some of that lost light. "So curious! Maybe there are crumple horned snorkacks or even moon frogs here!" she weakly giggled. But she kept a very wary eye on the scene around her, a Death Eater could be lurking around any corner ready to hurt her once again (she was skittish but with very good reason). Thankfully she knew her wand was within reach but her wrist was also killing her pain wise.

She did eventually whisper,"Harry? Ron? Hermione? Anyone here?"

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.

(This is a role playing community. Please visit the profile for more information.)
 

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