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[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #10

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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Marian hesitated for a second, then reached out and carefully, gentle placed a hand on the back of the woman's shoulder. Light enough it could be easily shaken if contact was something she was most certainly against. "You don't have to apologize. It is very big, and sometimes it feels like it only gets bigger the more you understand it. I was not entirely prepared for this one myself."

Her own tone was sympathetic. It wasn't as though the starship and being suddenly in the heavens hadn't rattled her.

Something you were never entirely prepared for the first time you saw them, no matter how far you had come or had seen.

"Thank you for your compassion." It was more than kind and in a moment when she dearly needed it. Peggy regained her composure and poise but still gave herself a moment before she was ready to push off the wall.

"When you mentioned that people could come from any where or any time it made me consider that someone I had lost might be able to be here." The tone on the word 'lost' made it clear that this wasn't just falling out of contact with a friend. She had cared deeply for someone who she would never again see in life.

It was a heady feeling, emotional vertigo to consider it. She had to give herself that moment to steady before she was ready to go on.

"You would not be the first, or last, to be moved so," Marian admitted softly. "Whether new or old."

Marian nodded, a small simple movement, but graceful and, if anything, understanding. She could not say that part of her heart had not always watched The Door which was no longer there for her, to see if any of her people would come in. Her father after he died. Robin and any of the men after her own 'death.' Even to be here, in another of those situation, she knew how both potentially possible and impossible it might be.

But she knew how it could kill a heart to be right and wrong about both of those. Some of Milliways lessons were not to the easiest to carry. But they stayed with her. Just like the companions she was lucky to have had stay with her this time.

"It's a new feeling for me." She admitted. "Well not the being overwhelmed, that has happened many times over. But that reaction to it. I am normally a bit more composed." She'd faced down armies, insane weapons, saved New York, infiltrated medieval castles to rescue scientists, and stood in harms way for others more than she care to remember. But this had struck her hard.

"It's a difficult thing to think, and maybe more. How greedy am I to wish for the presence of others when they would be trapped here a well."

"And yet not," Marian said, with a look that was plain and artfully direct all at once. An honest that had no sting to it, but one of correction and understanding. The smallest touch of something like curious surprise. "Because you own it, for what it is for you, and what it would mean for others in more dire straights than one of simply loss and chance."

She could not wish for Robin. For Sherwood. For Nottingham. She told herself these things over and over. She had wished for a life. She had willed one out of the narrowest sliver of multiverse magic, and it had come at its steep cost. A life for life. Her own life for her own life. A closed door. A forever parted world.

To live, with the knowledge that Robin, her husband of only minutes, replaced her twice and died within the next year.

She could own that, she could accept that she was here and given this new opportunity and that with such a thing came the balance to it. "A man cannot live in two times." It was a quote from some novel or poem she'd once read and could not recall fully now. But she finally understood it's meaning.

You live in the time you are given and wishing for more or less is not life. She'd had a brief time with a life that had felt worthy and now she needed to reclaim that feeling.

"I was always a fan of the stories of Sherwood, but it wasn't the romantic figure of Robin Hood that inspired me." Peggy looked at Marian with a grateful smile. "Because for me the true hero had always been Maid Marian. It's nice to meet an ideal that holds up to the image in my mind."

Peggy resisted the urge to embrace or impose on the woman, she simply gave her a warm and sincere smile of respect. "Thank you for being a shoulder of support and wisdom."

A man cannot live in two times.

The words sink into Marian's chest with more force than Peggy can even begin to guess.

One time, still holding on to her heart, strong as the green deep in the trees of Sherwood even in winter. The other, a ship that sails among the stars, smoother than silk. Distracting her with her surprise at the depth it penetrated into her, so that she's not even prepared for Peggy's next words when they come.

It really is quite the compliment, and from someone Marian is not predisposed to getting them from.
Or from having understand when she brushes them away, or doesn't quite know how to respond.
When she'll stop looking for the implied insult or veiled threat buried in anything kind.

Her face a torn between surprise and uncertainty, even as she nodded, taking the part she could manage. She was not sure that hero was the right word, but she didn't think anyone who bore the name felt they fit it either after Milliways. "I'm glad to be of help. We're going to have to stick together now, aren't we? The rooms are only so big."

In her experience more heroes never appreciated that could be what they were nor did they ever see the shadow they cast through out history. That was what Marian had done and a young Peggy Carter had enjoyed the tales of her all growing up. She more favored the active heroine than the damsel in distress Perhaps an early indicator of how her life would end up.

"So," A subject change was in order. "These friends you mentioned. Are they from your," What was the right, delicate word for it? "Frame of reference?"

Marian nearly laughs. It's something of a laugh that raises through her chest, the shiver of her shoulders, the wider press of her smile and the way her eyes reflect it as a brightness. It's not something that needs to be stepped around for her, but she appreciates Peggy's attempt at correctness. In another life, it would have been called courtly almost even.

"Yes," Marian says easily, stopped them before a turbo lift to wait for it, hands lacing together at the thought of the three people here who matter more to her than any of the stars this ship is sailing past. "But not in the way you mean. We all came from Milliways, or a time period very near to our time there with each other, before this. But, no, they are not from England's second century."

She stepped in and held the door for Peggy. "One hailed from a land called Narnia." Past tense, for it had died in flames, and that was a secret she was bound to keep, and a gratitude almost greater than her first return to life. That Aslan had granted Caspian return to Milliways. To them. To her. "Another from far, far earlier in Earth's time than my own, and another from far later, in a country across the sea, a place called Texas, in this someday to be found Americas."

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Marian had mentioned this Milliways before, it had been a place apparently a number of people had been before entering here. Peggy herself had not but that seemed to have little consequence to their being recruited here by Q.

"Texas?" Peggy turned as she entered the lift. "It is most certainly a state by my time. It's a place that fancies itself a kingdom unto itself. I found little of interest to myself there but I was never one for wide open dessert spaces." She'd run into a number of soldiers from Texas and their attitudes had been the same to a man.

"England in my time is a far sight from yours though too I'd image, much can change in time."

"Quite," Marian agrees with a nod. She's had years to look at what she'd like about people from the future, whether that was her world's future or another alternate world like it. There were so many people with stories that both considered and didn't. It was one of the things one learned to accept about these situation. Behind her, through the Door, and before her now, in this ship sailing among the stars.

"I found it very--" she paused, searching for a word. But uncertain there was one. It had been one of the many things her friends had placed in front of her to distract or assuage the loss of Sherwood. But new and different things, no matter how well meant from the hearts of those dearest, still only served to remind her greater and greater that everything before her would ever be like nothing behind her.

Marian finished her sentence right as the door opened, settling for less than perfect. "--different."

Brush land, and wide open space, as Peggy had said. Nothing like her tall, aged trees, noble and timeless.

"Different." Peggy nodded in agreement as the lift slowed and opened with a quiet, soft hiss. She stepped out and waited for Marian, who was tasked with playing tour guide to her.

"I suppose everywhere is different when you first arrive though. The States were an acquired taste for me, I felt I would never want to live there, not when I could have settled back home. But it grew on me." Or rather the people had, the dreams had. There was something unique in the country, a sort of stubborn arrogance that lent itself to exploration and invention. It was a spirit her own country had squandered on Imperialist conquest which now had fallen through.

"There is a city there, on the island of Manhattan. They call it Brooklyn," She let her gaze go there a moment, small smile on her lips. "It's filled with thin brick homes that nestle up against one another but maintain their independence. Children play on the stoops or in the street and everyone has something to say."She recalled her walk to work most vividly, one among a throng of humanity.

"It's the only place you can lose yourself and be alone among a million people." That optional isolation had been a comfort to her, she could just be another woman there. She didn't have to face the reminders, aside from radio plays and comic books, of what her life had been involved with before. She still worked and was proud of it, but she could vanish for half an hour to have coffee and a piece of pie and no one bothered her. There was respite in anonymity sometimes.

Marian could appreciate the sentiment of Peggy's words, as they slowly wove a picture of a life she very much understood. Both before her Door closed, and definitely after it. Though after it, she'd never found it. Kate, Caspian and a number of other valiantly kept at not letting her disappear. A barrage of options, distractions, an endless reminder of nearness and newness that pervaded it all. Never lost, but, also, so very rarely ever found, too.

"You might find this place very like that, as well," Marian admitted, even as they rounded the last turn of this new hall.

Stopped in front of a door, saying, "This is us." Right before the door sliced open with the customary swish and slice of air.

It was clean, and half colorful. There was a blanket thrown over the back of the couch, and matching pillows to it. There are colorful mugs on the table near the replicator as well. It's very clean, but there are small signs here and there that show it has been well lived in. Simply well cared for on top of it.

Marian gestured toward on side of the common space, "Your room is through there, and mine is opposing it over here. If you want to change anything, I will be alright with it likely. All of this is still here from Darcy, my first roommate, during the first flood of arrivals. She thought the room was too bland and that it needed some more color."

"The more things change, the more they stay the same." It was an adage that was surely true here. And perhaps if she had been paired with anyone else but a legendary idol of her childhood this might be a bit much.

Coming from Marian this was simply to fantastical not to be believed. Peggy was absorbing it, better now since the initial shock and possibility had worn off. Still there was so much that could be, here. This starship was endless possibility and future. Perhaps it was exactly what she needed to move on with her life.

Marian directed her to their room and recaptured her thoughts, she looked into the room and was surprised. "It's roomier and much nicer than I am used to." She stepped inside, thinking how much bigger this was than any of her military quarters or even her apartments. In fact aside from Howard's house loan this was the most generous place she had been stationed.

The comment to the decor made her chuckle, "I'm not skilled in design or fashion I'm afraid. I lean more to fighting and firearms." She supposed that was the life of an agent though, espionage and lies had become her life. She either lived them or decoded them.

The comment about fighting over decor causes a smile to crease Marian's face again. Flash fast, even at a little distant. Some old habits die hard. But it was nice to be a room with someone who might understand the things about her that everyone else seemed to blink in confusion at.

"It reminds me far more of the rooms at Milliways, than of any of the other more stately I'd held before and after those," Marian admitted, trying to make herself see the room as though she was seeing it for the first time again. It'd been over a year. She'd become a custom to it on so many levels. Had she once thought it was so austere, empty and gray. Not as a problem, but more simply as a confusion of the newness.

"I was trained for such things, but it was never something I took much in." She considered only briefly.

"It was always so much easier a thing that could be decided in seconds, but used to pretend it had taken you all day."
A cover. It was a great cover. Like anything to do with needle point and having to deal with a flock of twittering ladies.

There might be much the two share the more they get to talk about things. Peggy rather liked her already and felt comfortable with her which was saying something for a woman who lived by paranoia. Espionage was her stock and trade and to her knowledge of legend and lore that had not been Marian's life, but life and legend did not often run parallel.

In New York I shared a one room apartment with another woman," The twinge of guilt was still there, for Colleen it always would be. "We had a bathroom, a sink, a hot plate and a murphy bed. This is sheer opulence for me."

Aside form Howard's house, servants and cooks and fresh flowers were luxuries she was not entirely comfortable with. She was a woman used to doing things for herself and had done so more often than not, it was where she felt her equilibrium.

"Yes, fetching coffee and filing papers while looking pretty were the time fillers I used to cover when I had real work to do. Men will always be willing to accept that a woman couldn't possibly do something they themselves could not or would not. It made covertly accomplishing things easier."

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