backdated to Sunday

2016-Mar-29, Tuesday 12:50 pm
reincarnshaman: (Oh Wow!)
[personal profile] reincarnshaman
A father's day chat

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

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

Then he ran down the corridors screaming for Kale.

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

Later

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

"It can't be it."

"It is it."

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

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


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

OTA - Arrival

2016-Mar-19, Saturday 06:38 pm
has_2ls: (Default)
[personal profile] has_2ls
Of all the fool damn things he’s done over the years, Jack is pretty sure that diving into icy cold water is way, way up on the list. McKay needs him to drain the jumper bay and apparently the only way to do that is to dive down there, look around for some switch, and flip it. McKay seems to think it’s pretty obvious but apparently Jack’s having an obtuse day - none of these controls seem obvious in any sense of the word.

The cold seeps in almost down to his bones and his lungs are burning from lack of air. He can hold his breath for a decent amount of time but he’s got no idea which of these switches he’s supposed to be pushing or pulling. Nothing to do but go back up and bark at McKay until he can give him a better description of what is and isn’t obvious on Atlantis. Damn Ancients. Why couldn’t it have been one of those ATA activated things where he could just think “open” from up on the ground, dry, and skirt around this whole mess?

When he breaks the surface again, Woolsey is there looking all expectant-like and Jack wishes like hell he had something to tell him. Thing is, he doesn’t and Woolsey isn’t the one he needs to talk to anyway.

“Did you do it?” Jack shakes his head and holds out his palm. “Radio.” Woolsey hands it over with a minimum of fuss but he’s still hovering and Jack knows that he’ll have to feed him something just to keep him from panicking and revealing their position. First things first, he’s got to talk to McKay.

“McKay. You and I have very different definitions of the word obvious.” McKay squawks a little, out of his element, and Jack interrupts him. “There are dozens of controls down there and I wouldn’t even know how to describe.” Still, he and McKay come to some kind of consensus that the emergency switch should be toward the middle of the console and extremely prominent. Jack hopes, for everyone’s sake, that he’s right.

He’s not really fond of going back in the water but a little cold water’s hardly the worst thing he’s faced in twenty plus years of a decorated military career. If Sheppard and his team can pull off this rescue, it will have been more than worth it for Jack to get hypothermia and frostbite. More than worth it. He takes in a deep breath and goes back under, swimming to the center of the room and pushing at a likely switch.

It seems to be draining the room, so Jack releases it, only to see the water rush back in. Great. One more trip topside to inform McKay that he’s a complete idiot and he’s back in the water again, hopefully for the last time. He pushes at the switch and ignores the burn in his lungs, ignores the way his vision goes black around the edges. When everything starts feeling fuzzy and he feels light-headed, he keeps holding on, knowing that everyone’s fate pretty much depends on Sheppard and the rest of them getting into Atlantis to take it back from these damn replicators.

He focuses on that, the rescue, and it feels like time slows down and he’s suspended for a little while. The big difference is that he feels like he’s sprawled out on a flat surface and while he’s wet and cold, it doesn’t feel like he’s underwater anymore. He gasps in a deep breath, chokes on it, and spends the next few seconds coughing and sputtering and wondering where in the galaxy he’s wound up. Replicators. Of course. Like as not, he’s in a room somewhere with some alien’s hand in his head and none of this is even real. When he hears footsteps, he decides to go on the offensive.

“Look. You’re not getting anything from me. Hell, I don’t even know anything. You captured the wrong guy if you wanna know how to get from Pegasus to Milky Way because I don’t even know how the damn gate works, much less that bridge Carter and McKay dreamed up. Completely out of luck.”

There. That should satisfy them, right?

[[Jack is sprawled out in a hallway after having been winked aboard by Q. He is also soaking wet :)]]
student_lighter: (Fuck this shit)
[personal profile] student_lighter
Chris felt dizzy for a moment and reached out a hand to steady himself. When he looked up, he saw the ball of energy that was his powers floating up and away from him. Sadly, this was a familiar sight for the Halliwell family. But there was a bright side right? Mom wasn't around so no one got the power to randomly freeze time and blow shit up. Because mortals/regular humans? They couldn't handle that. Hell, they weren't meant to handle that. And reaching out a hand and blowing up the couch was kind of scary.

This. Was. Bad. Chris tried to think. He remembered a couple different instances when Warren witches had been separated from their powers. But, he hadn't done the power swap spell with anyone, and he was pretty sure he hadn't eaten or drank anything funky. Unless he had. Could the replicator program magical ingredients into food? Someone would have to have a good knowledge of technology and magic to do that. It was possible but....not likely.

Grabbing the necessary ingredients, Chris tried the first spell he thought of. Tried and true. Had to work. Right?
Powers of the witches rise
course unseen across the skies
Come to us who call you near
come to us and settle here


Right. Nothing happened. Crap. Either it didn't work because someone was blocking him or.....he didn't even have basic Witch powers anymore. Someone else was walking around with powers they should have. That was a karmic shitfest.

"Crap. Crap crap crap. Paige! Anyone? " Chris randomly called from his quarters.
forcefullyunstable: (falling)
[personal profile] forcefullyunstable
Kylo Ren woke up with a jolt. The last thing he remembered was the searing heat of a lightsaber against his face and wet snow against his back. It wasn't odd to think his troops had found him and brought him aboard a shuttle, but the hallway didn't look familiar. Those uniforms weren't First Order. And when he tried to reach out with the force, it was distant and faint.

He panicked.

Grunting, Ren forced himself to his feet and clipped his broken lightsaber to his belt. The bowcaster wound on his side left a bloody trail behind him as he dashed through the halls. He needed to find an escape pod. Damn anyone and anything that got in his way. He needed to escape from what could only be a Resistance freighter before they did something else to him...

"I will not be taken prisoner by the likes of you!"

[fully aware that this might not end well for Kylo... especially if he runs into someone from ship security.]

Edit: and the winner of the 'Who Gets to Restrain Kylo' Award goes to Hallowedarethefounders. For plot-related purposes, he will eventually need to get away from the rest of you. Somehow.
and_she_waited: ([R] and he will wait for her forever)
[personal profile] and_she_waited
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
startedtheflamewar: (╚ grim)
[personal profile] startedtheflamewar
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. )

(no subject)

2015-Dec-27, Sunday 08:58 pm
pronounsarehard: (Default)
[personal profile] pronounsarehard
Ezri sipped a mug of hot chocolate, spiced enough to satisfy Jadzia and Curzon without completely killing her own taste buds. Balance. She was working on it--and considering she had stopped counseling until she felt she was more in balance, that was probably a good thing. How could she help people when she couldn't help herself? She was more screwed up than most of them. Those weren't exactly wonderful qualifications in a counselor.

In order to figure out who she was, Ezri needed to re-evaulate her life, and make sure the choices she had made are still choices she would make now, as Ezri Dax. Easier said than done.

"What am I doing? Talking to myself obviously, great sign of sanity."
ten_fwd_npcs: (beverly)
[personal profile] ten_fwd_npcs


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

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

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


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

And then then they decided to stay a while down on the ground - which felt alien because there weren't any leylines here. Still it was better than the Enterprise.

However, one thing they forgot - one thing Trever forgot, was that planets have moons. Moons shed moonlight. And though he may be a reality or many more away from home, the moon still calls to Trever, even if it's the wrong one.

Which is why dead asleep, Trever lurched himself out of bed, and went in search of a large patch of moonlight to stand in.

Unfortunately the closest source seems to be partially over a cliff...
merlinastrice: (magic: it's who i truly am)
[personal profile] merlinastrice
Merlin rubbed a hand over his tired face. The day had been long, his limbs were sore from training, and his only plan for the evening was to fall, face first, into his bed and cram in as many hours of sleep as he could before first light arrived. It always arrived too quickly.

But even in his tired state, he could tell something was wrong. The ground beneath his feet didn't feel hard as the hallways of the castle in Camelot often did. The air felt more dry, more...off; a breeze that wasn't a breeze. And certainly a light that wasn't the familiar torch light that illuminated the way to Gaius' chambers.

He stopped walking and peeked through his fingers before lowering his hand. His eyes widened.

The long counter was reminiscent of a tavern, complete with strange looking stools lining among it and patrons milling about. But everything was...completely off. Where the hell was he? He hadn't suspected magic in the castle earlier. For once, they had a normal, or what passed as normal in Camelot, day.

(no subject)

2015-Nov-19, Thursday 09:57 pm
reincarnshaman: (squint)
[personal profile] reincarnshaman
"No. You're not keeping her.... Or him... No... not that one either... don't give me that look!" Trever is carrying a pair of kittens... well carrying is a loose definition... it's more like one is clinging to his arm and the other is sitting on his head... and arguing with Veena, who has a third kitten in her mouth.

"Well... yes, they do need a mum. But..."

She drops the kitten at his feet and walks away. The third kitten climbs onto his leg.

"I am not losing an argument with a cat!" he'll snap at anyone who gives him a questioning look about his conversation with the cat, while holding kittens and losing said argument with said cat.
theycallmetodd: (sadness?)
[personal profile] theycallmetodd
At least there was some warning this time. It was almost starting to get predictable: when some annual event was coming up on the human calendar, new absurdities would hit the ship, courtesy of Q.

But no warning could have prepared the ship's resident Wraith for what he was about to experience.


It's a voice. It has the same dual tunes that are shared by all his kin, and though it is at first only a soft whisper, it nevertheless carries authority. It is the voice of someone who is used to being obeyed. But then, a Wraith Queen is. It is also a voice that it horribly, achingly familiar.

It starts by whispering his name. Both out loud, coming drifting down the corridor where the old Wraith is walking, and directly into his mind. "Guide..." The shock causes an immediate halt, off hand coming up to press against the wall for support. For a moment there's hope, a desperate, yearning hope that claws in his chest. But all too quickly it turns sour, hope fading to bitter realization that once again Q is having his fun at the expense of those on board, obviously not caring just how cruel it is. For while the voice is just right, even when he hears in inside his mind he can't feel her. There's no presence to accompany her voice, no feel of thoughts like shining white snowflakes whirling in the winter wind.

"Guide. My Guide... Where is our daughter?"

The question makes him tense, his feeding hand clenching hard enough that his claws bite into the sensitive tissue in his palm. He doesn't care, hardly even feels it.

"Where is our daughter?"

"Gone. Lost." He whispers back even though he knows it's useless. It's not her, no matter how much he wants it to be. "I failed, Snow. Your sacrifice was for nothing."

Two Haunts for One

2015-Oct-30, Friday 07:48 pm
engineermage: (Oh Wow!)
[personal profile] engineermage
Kale

Kale is kicking a football down the corridors. - Not the American football, by the way. It's bouncing off his knees and before getting knocked down a little before he catches up with it and moves it down some more. Then he hears the fluttering of wings and the croaking of crows and ravens. He misses the football, spinning around as he could have sworn he saw the shadows of said birds.

He shook it off and caught up with his football... before he saw the flicker of branches and the creaking of something else...

This time the football gets kicked out hard and sent flying down the hallway before he jumped backward. He dropped into a nervous crouch, eyes wild.


Trever

Trever, meanwhile, is in Ten Forward, carrying lunch in one hand, reading off of a PADD and cat on his shoulder. Then he heard the creaking of branches and the husky whispering of "McCallum..." He dropped the PADD and lunch, yanking out a knife.

"McCallum..." the voice whispered again.

"Dara...?" he asked cautiously.

He could swear, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw trees reaching for him and something swinging in the branches.

The most upsetting thing is that this isn't the first time this happened to him. Unfortunately, he's not drunk this time.

((Pick a twin! Let me know in the comment who you want.))
demontobeloved: (pic#9627176)
[personal profile] demontobeloved
A calm and peaceful evening in Ten Forward, it was mostly busy, a buzz of low chatter amongst the patrons, people eating dinner, talking with friends, all around socialising… One might be forgiven for thinking that Q wasn’t a constant issue.

That is until, out of thin air, a tall man seems to… shimmer into visibility. The second he realises he’s not where he supposed to be, he frowns, tensing up, his right hand clenching into a fist as he scans the bar area.

“What the hell…?” He mutters to himself, knowing for a certain fact that the place they’d scryed wasn’t in a bar. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but there’s no demon here… No demons anywhere. No bounty hunters, no Source… It’s a bit unreal.

Narrowing his eyes, he looks around again, before raising his voice. “Phoebe?”

Phoebe walks into the bar minutes after Cole, and she is calling a guy’s name, but it certainly isn’t Cole’s. “Chris! Chris, where are you? I thought we were due a break after the Valkyries and everything….Woah.” Her tirade is cut short as she spots Cole.

The peaceful evening is definitely interrupted. “You.” Phoebe closes the distance towards him, and she’s aiming to land a kick on his jaw. “What are you doing here? You can’t be here.” In fact he shouldn’t be anywhere. He is gone, out of her life. For good. Not standing there...looking for her.

Now Cole wasn’t expecting the kick for his jaw… Luckily, his reflexes as a half-demon were still pretty tight; he manages to catch her foot… Just like that time on the college campus. Back when he…

Nope. Not the time to think about that. He holds Phoebe’s foot right there.

“The hell are you talking about, I…” And he stops, frowning. “We were…” Something wasn’t right here.

Something really isn’t right. Phoebe is getting one too many emotions off him and she wishes it would go away. She freezes, with her foot in his hand. There is a second of dead silence as she remembers how to speak. “Let go of my foot Cole,” she says quietly. “What do you think we were doing?”

If this is some sort of new trick….

“Not until I’m certain you’re not going to try and kick me again.” He remarks, dourly. “And how do I know this isn’t a trick? The Source pulling the big guns out to try and find me? I’m not gonna tell you where we were going.”

“The Source?” Phoebe is looking at Cole, like he’s gone insane. “Have you banged your head?” The Source is long dead, and this is making his behaviour even more suspicious. She struggles and tries to pull her foot free herself. “This has absolutely nothing to do with the Source.”

“This has everything to do with the Source, and if you are who you say you are, you would know what I’m talking about.” He keeps ahold of her foot, before losing his grip as she twists free. He takes a few steps back, tensing up. “So, either tell me who you are, or what the hell’s going on here.”

((OOC: Cole and Phoebe are going to continue to argue, feel free to interject. If you want one or the other, specify, or we'll bounce around and threadjack each other. Specify if this isn't okay!))
ethnobotany: + jean-luc | well isn't this awkward }{ attached ({ let it fill the space between)
[personal profile] ethnobotany
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.

Sleepless nights

2015-Oct-02, Friday 02:35 pm
reincarnshaman: (looking down hair over eyes)
[personal profile] reincarnshaman
There are things that Trever never thought would be a problem in his life. Not ever being in Eire - or to be more exact - to be connected to Eire was one of them. But that he'd been coping with. The second thing he'd never thought would be a problem in his life was the lack of a moon. His body seemed to be insisting on something should be happening, that he should be doing or going somewhere but he didn't know where or why for the life of him.

It's lead to severe bouts of insomnia around when, on his world, it'd be the full moon as his body ticked around to some invisible thing he couldn't turn off.

As such thing a thing has ticked around he can found wandering around the corridors, barefoot and shirtless, cat following him behind, trying to work off the nervous energy, that whatever it was that kept on pulling at him. Whenever he passed by a window he'd stop and stare out of it, looking for something and then sighing and moving on not finding it.
writes_with_digital_ink: (relaxed)
[personal profile] writes_with_digital_ink
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.
ten_fwd_npcs: (Default)
[personal profile] ten_fwd_npcs
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. ]
immutablysam: (Default)
[personal profile] immutablysam
Sam actually lived during parts of the golden age of piracy. These people's teeth are far too well tended, they smell better, the rum is a lot less... dirty, and who in all the hells ever talked like /that?/

But ok. So the pirate outfit is actually better than the stupid indian ones. And there's rum. Rum makes so many things better. Sam is wandering down the halls here and there, quite steadily, despite the bottle of rum being two-thirds gone, with three parrots having adopted 'him', and a couple more perching on the ornithopter that rolls behind Sam.
reincarnshaman: (Veena laying down)
[personal profile] reincarnshaman
Parrots.

Oh gods.

Parrots everywhere.

Veena is going nuts and Trever hasn't been able to control her.

Hence there can be found around the ship, the sudden fearful squawkings of parrots as a black cat teleports right onto them. And then is knocked off... and then chasing after... followed by another attack... lather, rinse repeat...

Followed by a rather exasperated Trever.

But dude.

Parrots.

OTA

2015-Sep-13, Sunday 12:05 am
jadedassassin: (006 - Unhappy)
[personal profile] jadedassassin
To say that Mara was on high alert was an understatement. She'd been ripped away from her vacation, which really hadn't been a vacation at all because she kept thinking about her assassination of Dequc and how it had gone too well. Simulations confirmed her doubts, that if it had truly been him she would've met more resistance. She needed to get this information to the Emperor, but that plan had been badly foiled by her suddenly appearing in this place.

At least Mara hadn't just drawn her weapons and started attacking or threatening people. She exercised the better part of valor at times, which clearly worked to her advantage. There was a time and a place for forceful interrogations. This was not one of those times. She was outnumbered, clearly, and the Force was diminished. Which was more than a little disconcerting to her. She didn't like feeling so distant from it, though she could tell it was still there.

For the time being, she was walking around the ship, taking care to not get into any restricted area, though making note of where they were for future reference if she needed it. Anyone who saw her would see a woman who was dressed like she meant business. To those who knew what they were looking at, there was a lightsaber hilt hanging at her left hip. She was a Force user, though call her a Jedi and she would bristle at it. Mara was definitely not a Jedi. She wasn't Sith either, but she had been trained by Palpatine. Mara was an assassin with aspirations to be Palpatine's Sith Apprentice if she could get rid of Darth Vader.

That was the other thing bothering Mara. She had a telepathic link, perhaps even a Force bond, to Palpatine which was decidedly lacking now. No matter how much she tried to reach out to him, she couldn't get anything back. She doubted he was hearing her at all. And all of this was problematic.
student_lighter: (Down for the count)
[personal profile] student_lighter
Sickbay: [for Carson so our little whitelighter doesn't die.]

Chris ran toward the playpen. Gideon had vanished, no doubt staying invisible until he could make a move on Wyatt. He had to get the toddler out of here, or else all of his hard work was going to be for nothing. The trauma of Gideon's attempt to pierce his shield and kill him would turn him evil. And then, Chris's future was doomed. Well, it was already pretty much doomed. The world was a mess and his Wyatt wanted to kill Chris since his little brother didn't want to play 'take over the world' with him.

The Whitelighter-Witch ran, but was only able to take a handful of steps before Gideon materialized, his knife sinking in his abdomen. He watched the elder walk over and pick up his big little brother(time travel was so confusing) and orb away.

Chris fell the the attic floor, calling for his father, the older Whitelighter to help heal him, and go after Wyatt.He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, Chris was still on the floor.

But not the floor of the Halliwell Manor. But the Book was next to him. An old book, quite thick.

He tried to get up. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. Chris tried to orb back to the manor, so his father could get to him. Instead, the Whitelighter-Witch just dematerialized in a flash of blue and white lights, and then materialized again in the same place.


"Anyone have a bandaid?"

[Sickbay: After the funtimez that is emergency surgery, OPEN]

Chris sat up in bed and looked around, for the first time getting a good handle on his surroundings. The Halliwell's Book of Shadow's was beside him. Good. At least no one had tried to walk away with it while he was unconscious.

This was.....not like any hospital he'd ever seen before. And it wasn't the Manor, Magic School or any plane he was familiar with. So...how did he get here? Did Gideon orb him here so he wouldn't be able to help Wyatt? Focusing for a minute, his eyes widened in alarm. Definitely a different plane. He couldn't feel his Mom and his Aunts. Or Leo. He had to hope that Leo would get to Wyatt. Save him. Chris would just have to get back as soon as he could. Well, bright side at least he wouldn't be in the same reality when he was born? Which was any minute now.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I can't be here right now."
radishearring: (3)
[personal profile] radishearring
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?"

In the jungle...

2015-Sep-12, Saturday 01:43 pm
orions_shadow: (Hmmm?)
[personal profile] orions_shadow
1: In the brig

Engineering was in chaos this morning. Security was called and uncouth words were spoken as a sudden new arrival fell from the catwalk above the engines. There's not a whole lot you can do when you're in the middle of work and suddenly, surprise, an earth predator! Thankfully nobody was hurt but the chaos that ensued forced the lead engineer on duty to bring up a force field in the hall once the creature escaped engineering to prevent it from advancing any further. It took two shots of a phaser on stun to take him down, which was more than impressive.

The creature awoke on the cot inside of brig cell #2, dazed and confused. He ended up hiding under the cot almost immediately afterwards. And so there he'd stay until someone came to either study him or haul him off to some crazy experiment.

2:Guest Quarters

Nobody, having seen Shadow's intelligence after the incident could ethically keep him locked up. Things had calmed down, the panic subsiding, and he agreed to be escorted to a guest quarters where he could rest and acclimate better to his surroundings. Some of the security offers were relieved that Q hadn't just brought aboard a little monster, but instead just a humanoid creature scared out of his little mind.

So once he was in his 'quarters', he took it to himself to find a place where he could watch everyone else or the door, but also have a fair amount of security. For now, it was the corner of the couch, laying sprawled out like a common cat and staring at the door or his bunk mate. He was not feeling secure enough to be the first to strike up conversation.

3: Ten Forward

And so he braves the outside world, outside of the quarters, that is. Venturing out into the hall but swiftly being directed to the only place he could actually go to. Up to the bar. Great, he could get something to take the edge off, right? Maybe. Who knew if they had stupid laws like they did in the Americas here on this-- It's a freakin' bloody space ship. How'd he get sucked into outer space? Never mind.

Either way he enters the bar off the turbo lift, looking scruffy and battle worn. His clothes, a red hoodie with black patches off a durable material was torn and fraying at the seams. His pants, which were short cut, ending at his calves, were in a similar condition. For anyone else either he didn't care about his appearance, or only owned one pair of clothes and they were well worn. That latter, was the truth of course.

He saunters up to the bar, blinking at the bartender. "Got any bailies?" He quandaries, then glancing over at the replicator. That was a thing...

End Game

2015-Sep-05, Saturday 01:18 pm
general_chang: Chang first greeting Kirk (Default)
[personal profile] general_chang
 The fight was long and hard. There had been allies, whether Chang wanted them or not, but the result was the same, the violence was finally starting to die down and respect from the Klingons was as tangible as the tang of blood. 

It was then that Chang began to speak, his voice low but carrying, filled with the purpose of the moment. 

"You have come here to die to fight me. You have come to wrest me and deliver me in chains to the Klingon High Council. I have acted dishonourably in the eyes of the Council and in your eyes. You wish to punish me."

He allowed the grumbling to subside. "But I have fought you all in honourable combat. I have taken you on and defeated you. I have used the Sword of Kahless."

The grumbling took a different tone. "I have proved my honour to you. When was the last time the High Council valued your views enough to do so? You know what this sword means. You know my power. My right. I will not take it without your consent. 

"Go back to your ships. Go back and speak of this day and this time and the potential it will bring. And bring the High Council a message: I will find out how much honour they have."

One of the Klingons pulled out their communicator and uttered a phrase. The brown shimmering light surrounded the Klingons still alive and they vanished, leaving the bodies behind. 

Chang stared at the bodies around him, panting quietly. He dropped to his knees suddenly and leant on the Sword of Kahless, struggling to stay conscious.

Klingons Onboard

2015-Aug-29, Saturday 06:21 pm
general_chang: Klingon boarding team (klingon attack)
[personal profile] general_chang
[Klingons Boarding]

The ship shuddered under the attack, until it didn’t. But that didn’t mean that the assault was over: merely had taken a new form. 

Speaking of taking new forms: a whine emerges from… somewhere. Close by, it seems. The source becomes all too clear all too quickly: angry looking Klingons, their ridges making them look even more venomous to those who didn't know of their species before they arrived on board. 

They hold up their weapons at whoever they find in their way. At first it's a blaster, but very quickly, if challenged they'll switch to their blades, one a short, ugly dagger, the other a long graceful two handed weapon that could cut off heads. 

[Shield Repair]

The only way to keep the Klingons out is to make sure the shields are back up. It was a top priority and volunteers were welcome to try. 

[Fighting with Chang]

The Klingons had a destination and that was where Chang was. Chang was waiting for them. He fights hard and with a blade that's much like the two handed weapons the Klingons have, but it's old and tempered. The effect on the other Klingons is marked, however, there's tones of veneration. Not that it calms them in any way, in fact, their attack seems all the more voracious for it.

[ooc: Shield Repair is led by Geordi, so wait until Gabby starts the thread for that before you reply!]

not_the_question: Under the Lake (TARDIS Care)
[personal profile] not_the_question
This Doctor had been getting settled in on board the Enterprise - well as much as he can. He still baulks at the jabs he had to be given, but since they didn't contain anything that was harmful to him, he allowed for them.

Now, he has an agenda. He knows the TARDIS is somewhere on board and now that he has a map and listings, he's going to go there to find it.

A: Plot Locked to Trever and his Cat )

B: TARDIS Cargo hold Plot: Open To All
After his adventure with Trever and his cat, the Doctor finally arrives at the cargo hold that is marked as containing the TARDIS. He sonics his way in (whether or not that was necessary) and looks around. Some of the items look familiar and others seem alien - even to him - which is saying something. It isn't long before he sees the TARDIS, standing there in all her glory. He confidently strides towards her. When he gets there, he gives a loving stroke to her. "Hello, Old Girl. Now, let's see about getting out of here."

C: Plot Locked to Thea )



{{OOC: I'm happy to backtag however long people are interested in playing with these plots.}}
ten_fwd_npcs: (beverly)
[personal profile] ten_fwd_npcs


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.]

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.)
 

Tags

March 2016

S M T W T F S
   1 2 3 4 5
6 78 9101112
1314 15 16 1718 19
20 21 22 23 24 25 26
27 28 29 3031  

Page Summary