[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #10

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Now that the medical team under the temporary command of Dr. Bashir has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, it falls on Worf's shoulders to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. The new arrivals have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed.

As he has done this before, Worf has a speech prepared:

"The computer will instruct you on where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only have to ask where the area you are trying to get to is located, and it will give you clear directions. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, transporter rooms, and all command centers are off-limits.

"With that in mind, there are a few rules you must obey before I give you your new assignments. One, do not discharge any weapon while on the Enterprise. Two, do not assault any other passenger aboard in any way; that includes injury, death, or violating their personal rights. Three, do not tamper with the operational procedures of the ship. Four, do not steal items or technology from the ship. Five, do not interrupt any official areas of the ship without proper authorization, and do not invade the privacy of other guest or crew quarters.

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

"Now, the rooms," he rumbles, 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 Genesis Rhapsodos
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Peggy Carter
Room # 0723 - Steve Rogers and Wanijima Akito
Room # 0731 - Jonas Quinn and Billy Cranston
Room # 0733 - Mack Gerhardt and George Kirk
Room # 0739 - Peter Quill and The Doctor (Ten)
Room # 0756 - Danny Valdessecchi
Room # 0758 - Trance Gemini and Karrin Murphy
Room # 0766 - Prim Everdeen and Sergeant Robert Fraser, RCMP (Deceased)
Room # 0767 - Finnick Odair and Steve McGarrett
Room # 0776 - Samus Aran and Kitty Norville
Room # 0777 - Kevin Ford
Room # 0773 - Weyoun and Trever McCallum

Deck 8

Room # 2133 - Beverly Crusher

Deck 9, Section 4

Room # 0927 - Ahim de Famille and Sean Slater
Room # 0914 - Ezri Dax and Zinda Blake
Room # 0913 - Ashida Noriko and Doc Brown
Room # 0921 - Alex Rogan and Philip

"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: Open log for building CR with new roommates and meeting neighbors, "party post" style! Rooms are aligned the way they would be in a typical hotel: odd numbers on the left, even numbers on the right (so 0711 and 0713 will be next door neighbors, while 0712 is directly across the hall). There is a post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and find more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there. If you need to ask security questions, or need them to swing by another thread, just put "Security officer, please!" in the subject line of your tag, and the mods will send someone to you ASAP. ]

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Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Peggy Carter

[queenofmay]

Another new roommate. Marian can't tell if she's pleased or tired. Her first roommate was perfectly pleasant but never around, and the changing of names again just reminds her some people do vanish off. But. Not her. Which, if she's being perfectly honest, she would not like to do without Caspian and Kate. And Merlin.

Or without knowing the other people pulled here were safe and able to return h -- return to wherever it is they each came, since this was nothing like Milliways, The Lady, and The Door.

Maybe she's just irritable about change and newness sometimes, but she studies the name quietly, wariness and curiosity at silent war over the imposed intimacy of a brand new person in her space, wondering who this Peggy Carter might be.

[peggy_carter]

Peggy knew little of what to expect, she had been informed of the general situation and the mysterious benefactor who had brought her here but she had been more then a bit overwhelmed taking it all in. Not that she was a shrinking violet or any stranger to vast change, it was simply that this was indeed a step beyond anything she'd seen before.

More brilliant minds than her own had hypothesized on travel through the stars, rockets and missiles intended to do just that. There had been whisperings of a burgeoning space program, no doubt Howard would be elbow deep in that and lost to the rest of the world once again. But this, this culmination of all those reverent dreams, this was amazing. What was more to see the diversity among the crew, races, religions, species it was astounding. Imagine her delighted surprise at seeing women saluted and treated not only as equals but in cases as superiors of earned and respected rank! If it was not a dream it must be a future in which efforts such as her own were not in vain, that alone gave her some ease of mind.

Meeting a person with whom she was to spend potential close quarters with, that was however another matter. Even if the person shared the name of one of her favorite childhood stories. Well, perhaps that did lend a little good will in there favor just for that.

She was determined, whatever the case may be, to meet it with head held high, poise intact and her wits about her. That was of course until she had to stop and ask for her roommate, a pang at the memory of Colleen, things were different now. So much had changed. Angie was doing well back home, she couldn't continue to let the regret of her past drive her future.

Peggy was gestured toward a lovely young woman with dark hair and made her way over. "Hello, I'm Peggy Carter. I believe we are to share a flat."

[queenofmay]

Marian's smile at the introduction, and not having to find her roommate among the throng for herself, is simple enough. But her face wrinkled a little just the next moment as Peggy kept speaking. It's a delicate, faint expression. A crinkled between her brows and the press of her lips, before she's asking. "Excuse me?"

The last things she'd heard of as using that words were drinks and one, now outdated, notions about the shape of the world.

Room # 0739 - Peter Quill and The Doctor (Ten)

[thelasttimelord]

The Doctor is the rather rambunctious, bouncy, fast moving, fast talking, type no matter when or where you find him. (Save. Perhaps. Okay, good. Okay, fine. When he's unhappy. When he's angry. When he's fire, and lightning. A God of Time, reckless and ruthless in his wrath toward the wrong as the stars he was born under. Then he's instead like a solar system wide storm. The same intensity crackling from every movement he does not take and every second he only stares down his nose.)

Thankfully today is not one of those day. The Enterprise has never seen one of those days.

He's not even worried about one of those days. The Doctor, is presently, rocking back and forth on the side of trainers.

"Quill." Hmm. There goes the intrigued look. Hands in the pockets of his long brown duster he's dragged out again today. The pockets are ever so handy for the hiding of things he doesn't want left about anywhere. Before it's louder. Curious expression and eyes scanning the mulling crowd of new people for the face from the picture in PADD files he read about the newest batch to appear. "Quill? There a Peter Quill here?"

Security officer

[reincarnshaman]

Trever reads the rules... he skims the prime directive and then he shoots a hand up in the air. "Oi! Question!"

Because Herself forbid Trever could just go along with this...

(The roommate is secondary. Roommates are dealable with.)

}}}:(

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Worf's head snaps in Trever's direction. He eyes the hand, and then fixes him with a look.

"Yes?" he rumbles.

:D

[reincarnshaman]

The look didn't even phase him. He's seen scarier on his mom after dealing with politicians... she's not allowed to punch. However! Seeing the man... thing... pay attention to her human, Veena decided to go and investigate. There is now a black cat sniffing at Worf's feet. She did not cross the space in between to get from Trever's shoulder to his feet.

"What's your definition of a weapon?" he asked in the sort of voice that might make Worf think 'this one might end up being trouble later'. ... Or now. Perhaps "This one is Trouble".

Room # 0756 - Danny Valdessecchi ● ota ● and security officer please

[effingblind]

Danny isn't in the midst of the crowd, but just slightly off to the side. He's not really sure how he feels about being assigned a more permanent living space, even though he understands that no one on board the ship can send him back home. But if anyone, especially in his position, is good at coping with drastic change, he is.

He's lucky that way, he guesses.

Normally, he wouldn't call attention to the fact that he's blind. Then again, he usually has the routes he travels more or less memorized. So, for the time being, and probably a few days after, he's going to be using his cane and directions from anyone inclined to be helpful to make his way around the place. He'll probably be able to handle most things with a helpful set in the right direction.

So, he's just listening to everything the Security officer is saying, and mostly trying to stay out of the way. He really needs to talk to someone about whether or not they have anything in braille that he can use to read all this information later himself. He'd like to have a better idea of what he's gotten thrust into.

One Chief of Security, coming right up!

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Lt. Worf may not be the most ... approachable member of the crew, but he does take his duties seriously. He is not accustomed to seeing new guests as unassuming as Danny appears at first glance, and so after several minutes of looking at him, looking away, and looking at him again, he heaves a sigh and moves closer.

"Is there some way in which I can assist you?" he asks.

score!

[effingblind]

He doesn't sound so bad to Danny at least. Danny was perfectly willing to wait for the brunt of the crowd to disperse a bit before he tried to find someone to talk to, but he guesses he stands out a little. Maybe.

There's a number of boisterous people in the room as well.

He looks up, almost directly at him, when he comes up, asking if he can help him out, and offers a small smile.

"Uh, yeah. I don't suppose you've got that Prime Directive of yours, and anything else I might need to read in braille, do you? The other stuff isn't really going to work for me."

Near his room if you please?

[magnetic_magpie]

Magneto knew, of course, of the new arrivals. The sick bay had been busy for a bit with them, and now he had wandered back to his own quarters, still adapting to having a roommate once again.

Still, given that some had seen him around the sickbay, he'd decided to wander the corridors of the deck when they were moved in case anyone needed direction or reassurance. A familiar face stood out and he called out, to the right and about ten feet forward. "Danny. It's Erik. How are you finding the ship?"

sounds good!

[effingblind]

Danny had declined an escort to his new room--quarters--whatever, instead opting for a general idea and a point in the right direction.

Only he'd realized after wandering for a bit that he wasn't dealing with this as well as he hoped. The doors didn't exactly have braille or anything to direct him, and even though his cane was out and being used---he's pretty sure he's lost.

He stops, turning towards the other man's voice. Erik, he'd met him in the lounge earlier.

"Hey, Erik," he says. "Uh, I uh, thought I could manage, but I think I'm a little lost. The doors---" God, he hates letting on that he's blind or needs help, even though he does sometimes. Like now. "--there's no braille. I can't tell where I am."

Room # 0921 - Alex Rogan and paging Philip!

[1st_starfighter]

Alex liked moving. He had always lived in the same place as a kid, and then been constantly moving as an adult in space, and he liked movement, forward motion, and the like. He wanted and needed to be able to move forward in his life, so moving rooms was fun to him!

All he really had to move was some clothing, some PADDs, and his remote controlled model of the Enterprise, which he moved last. So, there he was, piloting his little model through the corridors, and into the room he would now share with... er, someone named Philip?

Alex glanced around, wondering what his new roommate might be like, and as he entered, the ship just kind of hovering along with him, he hoped for the best.

[decideformyself]

Philip had been without a roommate for a while, and it showed. All of the walls in the common area of their quarters were covered with dry-erase whiteboards, all of them filled with scribbled notes in assorted languages. The furniture had been shoved unceremoniously into one corner, save for a table lined up along one wall and a chair beside it. The table had pieces of some sort of mechanical gadget scattered on it, bits of plastic and metal that looked like they had seen better days.

It was at this table that Philip was sitting, pliers in hand, with goggles over his eyes and his tongue poking out of his mouth as he worked on... something.

He didn't look up when the door opened. "Ah, Shotaro, I'm a little busy right now." Someone didn't get the memo about Roommate Day.

[1st_starfighter]

Alex quirked an eyebrow up, and grinned, seeing the signs of another mechanical mind here. "Not a Shotaro, whoever that is. Just an Alex, and your new roommate."

He grinned and headed across the room to peer into the bedrooms and see which one wasn't taken.

Room # 0718 - Natasha Romanoff and Genesis Rhapsodos

[rhapsoidein]

Genesis was going to have a roommate now. Something she hadn't had in a few months, honestly. She wasn't so sure she wanted one, but it was also better than being alone. So, gathering her things, she left to go settle her stuff there. The name was familiar, but she couldn't put a face to it yet.

That is, until she went inside. It was Steve's friend. She set her stuff down, which wasn't a lot, and greeted her with a small smile. "Hello."

[fallaces_sunt]

Genesis isn't the only one who hasn't had a roommate for a little while - at least, if you discount the dog. (He's a small dog, currently locked in Natasha's bedroom. From the barks, he isn't pleased by this.) The room shows this: instead of looking like a bland hotel, like it did when she first arrived, it's looking more like a living room. Complete with a few coloured throws and pillows.

Natasha, having stood up off the couch when the door opened, smiles.

"Hey, nice to finally meet you."

She's assessing the other woman, of course, but it doesn't look like it. She's very, very good at her job.

[rhapsoidein]

Genesis heard the barks and huffed a small laugh. "If you have a pet, there's no need to keep it locked up."

To finally meet her? Had the list been out longer than she thought. Genesis didn't notice the assessment, she was a SOLDIER, not a Turk, after all.

"Have we met before? I know I've heard your name but I apologize, I don't remember your face."

Room # 0731 - Jonas and Billy

[a_quick_study]

When he hears who his new roommate is going to be, Jonas grins widely. He'd only had the on e in-depth conversation with Billy, but he'd enjoyed it. Billy was curious, intelligent, pleasant, friendly, the sort of person Jonas feels able to understand, at least insofar as he understands any of the people of Earth.

It isn't all that long since Mr. Gold left, and in truth, Jonas has missed having a roommate. Although he's accumulated many things in his time here -- strange little alien artefacts he'd picked up on Risa, notebook after notebook filled with things he's observed, clothing and other items he's collected -- he hasn't had much time to spread into the part of the room that used to be Gold's.

Gold's things have been packed away now, except for the thread that Sinthia had claimed. She'd been friends with Gold, after all.

When the doorchime sounds, Jonas is ready with a big smile.

"Hey. Billy. Hi."

[morphitudinous]

Billy hasn't exactly had much luck with roommates in the past---but that's all right. He's there to sleep only, his work can be conducted in other places, so he'll just step in for a polite word and that will be that.

Not this time, apparently, because he's greeted by a familiar and friendly face. "Jonas. It's really been a while, hasn't it?"

He doesn't exactly have belongings---he'll have to replicate a new set of small tools, but that's okay. He knows what he's doing, and in the meantime there's a friendly ear around.

[a_quick_study]

"You could say that."

Obviously, because Billy just did, but that doesn't make Jonas' smile any less welcoming.

"We haven't spoken since I first got here. That was a long time ago."

The better part of a year, by his reckoning, if it's any good (which it is). Which means he's been a resident of the Enterprise longer than he had been of Earth, before he found himself here.

"How have you been?" He raises a hand to rub one finger along his temple. "I hadn't seen you around for so long I thought you must have gone home."

Room # 0767 - Finnick and Steve

[fishermansweater]

Last month it was Annie, this month it's him.

In a place where he's still on edge from all the things he can't control, all the things he doesn't know, Finnick's about to get a new roommate, one he doesn't know. He'd been fine sharing with Haymitch. Haymitch he knows, even understands. Haymitch and he share secrets deeper than most people here could imagine.

He hasn't had to share his space here with anyone he doesn't know and trust. Not until now, and the thought of a heightened wariness in his quarters, wariness not just at being here but at the person he's designated to share his room with, displeases him. It's not that he can't do it. He's spent so many nights in so many rooms, beds, even, of people he despised, that the wariness will slip back on easily.

So it is that Finnick's waiting in Room 767, leaning against one wall with his trident in the corner nearby, not close enough to be an obvious threat, but ... there. He's dressed carefully today, in a loose shirt like the fishermen in District Four wear and close-fitting pants, a necklace of cord with a decorative knot at his throat and a woven ring on his finger.

He's looking down at his feet, but when he looks up, it'll be with his best smile.

Re: Room # 0767 - Finnick and Steve

[super_seal]

Having a room assigned to him was bittersweet. It was frustrating knowing that he was expected to be here long enough that he required a room to begin with. At the same time however, he was very thankful to be leaving quarantine. While he was no stranger and was able to adapt himself to confined spaces it really was not his preference.

Nor was the idea of having a roommate. Being in the Navy, Steve was no stranger to the idea of sharing living space. It pretty much was part of the job description, at least in the beginning. But as he had increased in rank and had become specialized that had happened less and less, especially when he was not in the field. Once he left the military and moved back into his childhood home however he had grown to appreciate having his own personal space. He wasn't looking forward to sharing with a complete stranger.

As much as Danny liked to consider Steve a control freak, he could also be an easy going guy. Although he could hear Danny saying that was only when things were going his way. Still, he decided that was his plan. Give off the appearance that he was relaxed and somewhat easy going, take things as them come while in the meantime, tracking and taking note of everything that he could.

Taking a deep breath and letting it loose, he relaxed his shoulders and planted a friendly smile on his face. The smile may not reach his eyes and might be a bit smug but he wore it easily enough. Otherwise, he's wearing his black cargo pants and T-shirt. His gun holstered to his thigh and his face still has the healing remnants of the cut on his left forehead and under that the black-eye. He'd debated about leaving his badge clipped to his belt, but he's not a cop or military here so instead it's hidden away in a pocket.

Entering the room, his eyes sweep over everything before coming to rest on the sole visible occupant. He spotted the trident against the while but doesn't let his eyes settle there. Instead he's quickly holding out his hand. "Steve McGarrett. You must be Finnick Odair?"

Room 913 - Noriko and Doc

[4thdimensional]

Doc's finally been released with a clean (though strange) bill of health, and now he's been let loose to room with some poor unfortunate soul. The lucky one appears to be...ah. Miss Noriko Ashida. He knocks, a small satchel of vafious things in hands.

Sorry---the wild-eyed dude with the luau shirts goes here. "Greetings," he says tentatively.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko had been sitting on the couch--whatever they called a couch aboard the Enterprise, that is--with nail polish on her toes and the tiny bottle rested expertly on her knee, brush halfway screwed in as she studies the design.

"Uh," says she, looking over him and taking in the whole appearance, "Hi?" This must be the new roommate; at least he's over eighteen, but still she's beginning to wonder what it'll take to put people in single rooms here. Dorm-style get really old, really fast, and Noriko's been used to it for a couple years now. "You must be the new guy."