[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 # 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?"

[i_got_vision]

"I don't, but if you get yourself one from that replicator panel over there, I've sure got plenty of bourbon to share."

Company's always better than drinking alone, anyway.

"We may be in space, but at least they don't water down the drinks here. None that I've had, anyway. This stuff's pretty good."

[jack_f_twist]

He stands for a second, uncomfortable in this enclosed space, before making his way toward the replicator and mumbling a request for a tumbler. The subsequent arrival of the glass doesn't fill him with any greater optimism: he's see like it and more with the Bar, and he wishes he were there, not here.

Still, at least this fella seems to have his head on right, so Jack wanders on over and holds out the glass for Butch to fill it. "Guess this ain't such a bad spot to bunk down, considering."

At least it doesn't smell like cat piss.

[i_got_vision]

"It's clean, it's safe, and it's not expensive," he says, as he fills his glass.

Not expensive at all. Part of him is wary about that--accounts have to come due sometime, don't they? Nothing's ever really free. It's just a matter of when you have to pay for it.

"But those Security officers here sure can stare holes in people, can't they? You can tell nobody asked them before we started getting brought here."

[jack_f_twist]

"Friend," Jack drawls, as the liquor pours and his spirits lift a little, in harmonious sympathy, "those looks're just about the only thing around here I find familiar."

Rodeo cowboy and sometime sheep herder don't exactly inspire much in the way of respect from those with more...traditional jobs.

When the glass is full, he lifts it slightly in thanks, and knocks back a mouthful, feels it burn all the way down the way good whiskey should. Bemused, he raises the tumbler, blinks at it in consternation. "...You sure this is fake? Makes the shit I used to drink seem like fuckin' horse piss 'r worse."

[i_got_vision]

"Synthehol, they say. All the taste but none of the drunk--dunno whether it gives a hangover or not. I haven't gotten that far."

Not with Miss Mireille to look after. There's been a lot of coffee in between the bourbon.

"But it's better than what they serve at Fannie Porter's, and even better than this ritzy hotel we stayed at in Denver once. I got no complaints."