[Ten Forward] Release from Quarantine and Rooming Assignments

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Lieutenant Worf has gathered all of the new "guests" together in Ten Forward to instruct them on correct behavior and protocols now that they have been released from quarantine. He looks as happy and approachable as you might expect, which is to say he doesn't. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, and so he will handle this riffraff the honorable way.

"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."

This is chased by a stern look to all the gathered guests.

"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."

He takes a deep breath. Unless they show themselves to be undisciplined or unruly, it is the most he can do.

"Now, the rooms," he rumbles, reading aloud the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Room # 0711 - Pyrrha and Trance Gemini
Room # 0712 - Caspian and Katherine Barlow
Room # 0713 - John Crichton and Eleanor Lamb
Room # 0714 - Butch Cassidy and Jack Twist
Room # 0715 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0716 - Shotaro and Amelia Pond
Room # 0717 - Loki and Sigyn
Room # 0718 - Zinda Blake and Natasha Romanoff
Room # 0719 - Stephanie Grace Rogers and Mireille
Room # 0720 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Darcy Lewis
Room # 0722 - Ian Chesterton and Billy Cranston
Room # 0723 - Andros and Steve Rogers
Room # 0724 - Aeryn Sun and Booker DeWitt
Room # 0725 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0726 - Philip and Clint Barton
Room # 0727 - Sinthia Schmidt
Room # 0728 - Pavel Andreievich Chekov and Kate Newton
Room # 0729 - Leonard Horatio McCoy and Adam Park
Room # 0730 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL

"I will remain here to answer questions," Worf concludes. "And my 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: This post is open for everyone to tag in and meet their new roommates and neighbors, "party post" style! Everyone should participate if and when they can, so they can get acquainted with who they will be rooming with for at least the next several months. 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 an OOC post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and where we'll post more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there! If you need to ask security questions, or need them to swing by another thread, just put "Security officer, please!" in the subject line of your tag, and the mods will send someone to you ASAP.]

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Room #0716 - Shotaro and Amy

[tanteiotaku]

Shotaro made his way to his room with no fuss. He'd gotten used to the doors swinging open by now, and he strode in to get a feel for the surroundings. Two doors lead off to what seemed to be bedrooms, with some shared space in the middle. It seemed comfortable enough. Much nicer than the agency.

He picked himself a bedroom, and found a place to hang his hat. He left the doorway open for when his roommate appeared. The name didn't ring a bell for him, but he was sure he hadn't yet met all of the guests on this ship.

[and_she_waited]

Are you ever in for a treat, Shotaro. Amy's voice can be heard down the hall as she moves closer to the room.

"...don't understand why you haven't found a way of gettin' us off this ship yet. I don't need a flatmate, I have a husband! A missing husband, thank you very much. Or, well, I suppose I'm the one that's missing, but that only makes my point," she says, the last words spoken from inside the doorway.

She glances around the common room.

"Posh. All right, you have my attention. Where is he?" she says, though her security escort hasn't come in with her.

[zerocharliexray]

"Well, how about that?"

Zinda's got no qualms sharing quarters, but she hasn't met any Natasha yet, and she's got no idea which one of these folks her new roommate might be.

That doesn't stop her from stepping up on a chair to scan the room for likely looking options, though.

[fallaces_sunt]

Advantages to being an intelligence officer; knowing how to eavesdrop to other people's conversations. Which means when Zinda gets on that chair, Natasha makes her way over.

"Zinda Blake?"

Natasha's back to wearing the clothes she arrived in (cleaned and pressed, of course); officewear with a cute blouse under her fitted jacket, and those fingerless gloves that shouldn't quite match, but she's not looking uncomfortable so no one really notices.

She'd say the same about Zinda and that short skirt, except Natasha was a teenage girl in the 1940s who'd had more than one crush on a glamorous woman, and she's being reminded of this. Fun little trip down nostalgia lane.




Clint is going to mock her so hard when she meets up with him later.

#728 -Pavel Chekov and Kate Newton

[i_candozat]

For Pavel Chekov most of the rules are fairly obvious; it's a near miss for him to not pout when he's not allowed in an area he's so used to working in, but he manages it.

But damn he's going to miss being on the bridge and in the engines and transporter. It's enough to make his face very definitely fall. But, he supposes there's nothing for it, and sets about searching for his room, and by the way, his roommate too. This ought to be interesting, if nothing else. He hasn't roomed with a member of the opposite sex--or a member of anyone for that matter--in a long time.

Re: #728 -Pavel Chekov and Kate Newton

[from_the_outside]

Sharon hasn't gotten up to check the list of names -- she's not rooming with Rogers, Rome, or Barton, and that's all she really cares about knowing. Whoever her roommate is, is negligible.

So she watches the crowd, instead, holding herself off a little to one side, looking as mildly uncomfortable as Kate ought to be in this situation, and keeps track of the people pairing off: the ones she knows, and the ones she can now guess.

Her own roommate must be among them, but so far she doesn't see anyone who looks much like Walter Koenig.

[decideformyself]

The idea of sharing a room with a complete stranger is kind of weird, but Philip is okay with it. After the bizarreness of being thrust onto the Enterprise in the first place, this is just one more brand new experience he gets to have.

He goes to investigate the quarters he's to share with this Clint Barton person immediately. It's a nice enough room, but what he hones in on is the replicator. He hadn't had much chance to play with the one in the group living quarters, but he'd been meaning to.

When Clint arrives, he'll find a colorfully-dressed boy standing in front of the replicator reciting the recipe to a particular type of kimchi. Every table, shelf, and chair in the room is covered to capacity with other dishes -- fried rice, ramen, veal, whatever came to mind. He hasn't even bothered to eat any of them because he's too busy testing out the machine's capabilities.

[watchword_competence]

Natasha and he have a plan: split up, meet roommates, then reconvene at Ten Forward for debrief. And alcohol, probably. It's a simple plan, but most good ones are.

After Clint doesn't manage to find Philip in the first while, he figures he must have been one of the early departers, and heads for his room assignment.

Clint knocks slightly on the edge of the door frame while entering. It's a habit, even if the doors around here whoosh.

"Uh," Clint says, looking at the room. "Philip?"

Room # 0724 - Aeryn Sun & Booker DeWitt

[do_your_duty]

Aeryn can't tell what annoys her more. That she's unpleased she's been forced into sharing a space with someone, who definitely isn't Crichton, after so long finally getting used to the quiet of an empty room on Moya for the first time in her life ever, or that she's nearly, warily, grateful she can give up the ghost of having to pretend she's absolutely fine with that living alone, in the silence, thing.

For now, she's staring at the list. Her name. The number before it.



The name after it. What kind of a name is Booker anyway?

[bet_on_the_river]

It's the kind of name that looks good on the door of a detective's office, silhouetted in appropriately noir lighting. Also the kind of name that makes it seem, at least in New York, that he comes from a much older and better family than he actually does.

And here he comes now, feeling a little uncomfortable about the entire situation. Not so much the fact of having to share living space, but that this isn't the army, and he doesn't have gear to unpack and arrange and fuss over. The things people use to keep themselves busy when moving in with strangers.

"...uh, hi."

Aeryn or Booker or both (after room is acquired!)

[tased_lightning]

Sometime later -- hours later -- after everyone's more or less settled in, Darcy starts thinking about her neighbors.

Let's be real, Darcy didn't really pay attention to the names on the list that weren't hers or her roommate. (Or the number of security personnel upsettingly close to her room.)

But it always pays to be a good neighbor! And this little stretch between security stations, that counts as a "neighborhood," right.

She knocks on the door of Room 724.

Room 722 - Ian and Billy + any neighbours or anyone else wandering by

[splendid_roman]

Ian was glad to be out of quarantine. Guessing that the room would be more plush than quarantine had been, going by Ten Forward's plushness, he was excited to see what it looked like. However, when he got there, he slumped, the excitedness going out of him.

"It doesn't have any windows." He went over to the outside wall and put a hand against it, but it was definitely a wall and not just a very well concealed blind. He'd been hoping for a good view, but not expecting no view at all.

[morphitudinous]

Billy was rather anxious as he studied the list. Andros lived next door---that was good, right? He was with that guy Adam mentioned. And Adam was further down, with Dr. McCoy. They'd really have to be careful with that particular situation.

As for himself, Billy didn't recognize the name next to his, but that only meant he needed to find out. So he stood outside the door and announced his presence.

"Mr. Chesterson, are you here?"

For Ian or Billy or both!

[tased_lightning]

Let's be real, Darcy didn't really pay attention to the names on the list that weren't hers or her roommate. (Or the number of security personnel upsettingly close to her room.)

But it always pays to be a good neighbor! And this little stretch between security stations, that counts as a "neighborhood," right.

She knocks on the door of Room 722.

Room #729 - McCoy and Park

[shut_up_dammit]

When they announced room numbers, Leonard almost immediately ducked inside the room and sighed, sitting down on one of the beds. Long day. Long. Hadn't had a day like that, well, ever. People coming in and out of the sickbay with their non-human genetics and god, he really just wanted to go home.

The name Adam Park rang a bell, but quite honestly, he couldn't remember exactly who that was. Too many people crossed his path. He'd find out eventually.

[immafrog]

Adam knew exactly who his roommate was. He wasn't going to forget a name like McCoy. But he decided not to show just how nervous he was about it. The doctor asked a lot of questions just about his martial arts and weird energy alone, what was he going to do without prying eyes?

With a deep breath, he walked in. May as well get this over with.

"Hi, Doctor."

#0717 - Sorry, neighbors.

[scarred_grin]

Door's wide open, and the scent of the customary moving-day meal may be drifting out: pizza and beer.

Loki's busily replicating bunches of flowers of varying kinds, while Sigyn is doing something around the perimeter of the room with the fine yarn she'd spun the other day.

Guests are welcome.

Room # 0713 - John Crichton and Eleanor Lamb

[just_a_chemical]

So here's Eleanor, doing her best to seem normal. She's actually happy that there are no windows--much better than her fishbowl of a room at home--but with their advanced technology here, would she be able to spot security cameras?

This is important.

And explains why she's walking around touching everything, staring up at points on the ceiling, moving objects around. Like any normal girl would.

[never_felt_better]

Normal's about to go right out the window. John's just spent the last several months of his life on a spaceship with weird aliens, some of whom like to come in his room and rifle through his stuff when he's not there. Normal? Normal went the way of the Dodo the second he got sucked up by a wormhole and shot out in space.

So he's smiling when he walks in, brow crinkled but expression amused. "Uh... hi. You must be Eleanor Lamb? I'm John. John Crichton."

She's just a kid. Shoot, John probably looks old enough to be her ... extremely good-looking older brother. He's not going to date himself here, especially not in his own inner-monologue; though, holding out his hand for a shake might do it for him. Just be gentle on his ancient old bones, okay kid?

Room # 0723 - Andros and Steve Rogers (and any neighbors who want to say hi)

[stark_spangled]

Steve beetles his brow when his roommate's name is announced. Andros. He can't recall meeting him yet, but he's tried to keep track of everyone who's been sequestered in the "guest quarters" since he got here, so he knows it has to be someone he's seen around.

He calmly rises from his seat, and approaches one of the security officers for more information. The officer leads him to the new room. It's nice, spacious. Definitely nicer than anything he ever had in New York, bigger than his apartment in D.C., but -- different. Definitely different. He lets his bag slip from his shoulder, and spends some time looking around the common room.

For Steve or Andros or both

[tased_lightning]

Let's be real, Darcy didn't really pay attention to the names on the list that weren't hers or her roommate. (Or the number of security personnel upsettingly close to her room.)

But it always pays to be a good neighbor! And this little stretch between security stations, that counts as a "neighborhood," right.

She knocks on the door of Room 723.

Caspian and Katherine Barlow (and any neighbors who want to say hi!)

[ikissdhimbck]

Well, ain't this a hoot. Don't the folks here know Caspian and Marian are, ah, well — something of an item? Maybe not. The two can't stop mooning over each other long enough to admit it to themselves, so Kate may be the single voice of reason in a sea of denial.

Still, this is funny. They've put her in a room with a fella? Two unmarried individuals sharing quarters? Oh, the impropriety! Kate's never invited a man to her room who she didn't have certain intentions for. It's just not proper.

"Well, this'll be somethin'."

She gets up, and starts looking for Caspian.

Re: Caspian and Katherine Barlow (and any neighbors who want to say hi!)

[the_seafarer]

"Kate!"

He oughtn't to be difficult to find, with the way he's waving her down, smile flashing delightedly across the room. If there's some part of him that's at all unhappy with the arrangement, it doesn't show as he joins her. "By Jove, that was a lucky draw, wouldn't you say?"

It's possible he's not entirely aware that this rooming assignment might mean one room. Singular.

Steph Rogers & Mirielle (or whoever else!)

[therighttime]

Steph frowns thoughtfully as the announcements are read, trying to place the name Mireille. She's tried to be friendly to everyone she's met and pay attention to their reactions and moods, but that didn't quite come up to memorizing the name of everyone aboard. She's fairly certain she'd have remembered a woman with such a lovely French name.

Some polite questioning of the nearest officer has her escorted to the room. She smiles and thanks him before opening the door, left alone when she peeks into the empty room. She's rather glad for the solitude when she gets a look at the magnitude of the space, eyes wide. Bigger than the old Brooklyn apartment she grew up in. Actually, it's a good size bigger than her current Brooklyn apartment.

Steph whistles, low and soft and impressed as she takes her first step inside the room.

[mirabile_mireille]

And here comes her new roommate now--a tall woman in Victorian mourning dress, looking back at the cowboy in the hallway until the door slides closed again.

He said everything's going to be fine, so it will.

"Good--is it afternoon? I think it is. I can't really tell, here."

She's apologetic about it, at least.

Room # 0714 - Butch Cassidy and Jack Twist

[i_got_vision]

After seeing Miss Mireille to her room, and assuring her that he's right down the hall if she needs anything, Butch goes to investigate his own.

The very first thing he does is find somewhere to hang his hat.

The second thing he does is get himself some bourbon from the replicator. He hasn't been able to get any Old Taylor, but this other stuff isn't bad, even if he does have his doubts about its origins--he'd gotten an entire bottle of it once, and the label had two moons on it, and he's pretty sure Kentucky still only has one. Maybe there's a whole planet named Kentucky out there, just to make bourbon. It would stand to reason.

The third thing he does is--well, actually, that's all he does.

Re: Room # 0714 - Butch Cassidy and Jack Twist

[jack_f_twist]

Jack slouches into the room like he's holding something against it, which he is: namely, his lack of cigarettes, his lack of a job, and his lack of any way to get back to the first messed-up place he doesn't understand.

So he's at least plenty focused on that bottle of bourbon, once the door whooshes open to let him sulk his way in.

"You got another glass?"

Room # 0711 - Pyrrha and Trance Gemini

[pyrrha_pandora]

Hey look, it's a Pyrrha, pulling her wheeled suitcase behind her (that little Egil is riding on top of, because it's fun).

"Wow, look at this, puppy--it's such a big room. Kinda plain, but we can fix that, can't we?"

Just give her time. The art will be increased.

Re: Room # 0711 - Pyrrha and Trance Gemini

[heartofasun]

Trance smiled at the escort to her room and went in, looking around. She had to wonder, what was she supposed to do with it? She didn't really sleep, didn't eat. Maybe she could fill it with plants.

"Hi. I'm Trance."

#727 - Sinthia Schmidt - Open to Passersby

[abyssum_invocat]

She doesn't have a roommate.

Sinthia isn't sure she should complain about this, since she is the only one that gets that much room to herself. She'd find it funny if she didn't feel so alien walking into a place like this, feeling small and insignificant, neither of which has she ever felt before, and neither of which is she entirely prepared to handle at the moment. She makes a request of the replicator, which gives her several notebooks and pencils with which to draw her kind of drawings; Sinthia doesn't spend much time drawing organic pictures. Not like dancing monkeys or rainbows, no--she draws gears, their abutments and toothed designs merging seamlessly into intricate toys.

She also has none of those. but she saw one once and it was pretty.

[mirabile_mireille]

Speaking of gears--here come some now.

Oh, they're not visible. But they're there all the same.

Mireille has gotten a bit overwhelmed, unable to remember Mr. Parker's room number--turned the wrong way in the hallway, and here she is at the door, looking a bit lost.