[Captain's Log] And so it begins...

[tea_earlgrey_hot]

Captain's Log, Stardate 43289.1: While en route to a Federation planet half a lightyear from the Neutral Zone, the Enterprise has agreed to bring a relief crew and needed supplies to the scientific outpost on Alemar III, where scientists have been readying geothermal fields for drilling. If successful, they could potentially deliver enough clean energy to power the entire planet...

Captain Picard takes his seat on the bridge, while the rest of the crew see to their stations.


[ooc: This isn't an arrivals log, so no tags please. For authorized Enterprise crew only, thanks. :)]

Into the E / The Mysterious Ship

[decideformyself]

One moment Philip is in the Gaia Library doing a routine lookup for a case. The next, he opens his eyes and finds himself in a strange place surrounded by an alarming number of people. He doesn't react at first, just looks around blankly. A hallucination? Or perhaps he's missing a few hours' worth of memories; either situation is possible. Indeed, highly likely if the right Gaia Memories are involved.

So he doesn't panic. Instead he makes his way through the crowd, searching for some clue as to where he might be. The windows seem promising enough; whatever scenery he might see outside could provide a valuable search keyword.

Except there is no scenery. Just star-speckled blackness as far as his disbelieving eyes can see, and they aren't any stars he recognizes. Still, stars are a start; he can at least use them to try and discern his location.

He closes his eyes and spreads one arm to the side, the other holding a book close to his chest. "Keywords," he says to himself. "Stellar cartography. Celestial navigation." He's done this lookup before, but only in regards to the stars visible from Japan's latitude. And since he doesn't recognize what he's seeing... How far from home is he?

This weirdly-dressed kid sure is standing oddly still in front of one window. He's not even looking out of it. What a waste of a breathtaking view. He's also probably in the way for anyone who actually wants to take a look for themself.

1st Doctor Log || The Second Enterprise

[shut_up_dammit]

By no means was this Leonard McCoy's day.

First the crew of the Enterprise was starting a five year mission in space with God only knew what facing them and now he was ripped away from the bridge, and not by choice. He was not in the mood for games.

But looking around the room told him that this wasn't a normal game. There was something wrong. There were people here, people he didn't know. Although their five year mission had barely started, he was given the registrar of everyone on board, pictures included. So many unfamiliar places meant, either, the registrar information was incomplete or, more likely, he was taken from the ship. If it was the latter, Jim would be looking for him. Five year mission delayed or not, Leonard would be aboard that ship.

Until then, he'd have to find a way back himself. He started peering around to the people in the room, trying to figure out the least number of people he could talk to in order to figure out what happened.

And he doesn't look happy about any of this at all.

This is not Onyx

[awol_redranger]

Andros was on the bridge of the Megaship, making a checklist of Ranger things with DECA that needed to be done. Like double check the moon to make sure Rita and Zedd didn't leave anything behind. The last thing he wanted was an era of peace disrupted by some stupid human picking up some space junk. Again. And the oceans. Who knew what Divatox left floating around. In fact, he was just going to search the entire universe. Double check it. Triple check it. (Not like he had anything else to do now).

And then, Andros was not on the Megaship, bridge or otherwise. He was in some sort of bar, complete with people. And it wasn't Onyx. He would have preferred Onyx. Was Onyx even still there? But, this bar -not Onyx. It wasn't even a planet. He had been plucked from his ship onto another ship. The ranger stood still for a minute, listening for tell tale cackling, mocking or the old favorite 'KILL HIM!'.

This was quite possibly the strangest kidnapping he'd ever been a part of. So, Andros non-challantly slid into an empty chair, and ordered a drink, all the while wishing he had a cloak. His Space Ranger uniform did exactly help him blend in.

First Entrance

[abyssum_invocat]

She had been in her father's office--or what passed for it--looking out the wide, wide windows set into the side of the mountain. The snow is quiet and peaceful and she likes spending a while watching the flakes and needles of it falling.

Sinthia is, then, very tense when she appears in Ten Forward, because now, she is most definitely not where she was. There is no snow in the stars here, out the window where she was facing, and she did not move. She's very sure of that; there's a noticeable lack of, well, everything when she teleports that most people would find excessively disturbing.

The little girl in the clean but plain black and grey clothes whirls around to look at the room at large, eyes wide and surprised.

Not Very Nice

[heartofasun]

That was so rude. You didn't just pick people---or non people--up and hurl them around the universes just for fun. It was such bad form--not to mention not very nice at all. It wasn't a good way to make friends. If someone wanted something, how about asking? She was surprised how many people didn't do that.

Trance looked around, but the presence that had overpowered her was gone. Too bad too, whoever it was, they deserved a piece of her mind. And maybe a bit more. But as the avatar took stock of the situation, she realized it was worse than she had originally thought. The people around her were from different places in space and time, dimensions and universes. Things were messed up. At least time itself seemed intact. The fabric of space time hadn't exactly been ripped open, nothing was seeping like a festering wound. It was neat. Surgical. Annoying.

So, she decided to do the only thing she could. She tapped people on the shoulder and said hi. It couldn't hurt to be friendly.

First Entrance

[stark_spangled]

He'd been to visit Peggy when he got the call from Director Fury to check in. He was making it a routine, every Tuesday afternoon when he wasn't on a mission. Then it became every Tuesday afternoon and every Saturday morning. It's funny how long it took him to work up the nerve to see her, and now it's all he can do to stay away. She's still his best gal.

He parks his bike in his usual spot in the underground garage next to the Triskelion, shoulders the bag with his gear in it, and starts walking to the elevators. He's wondering what kind of mission Fury's sending him on this time when the sun catches his eyes ... wait, where's that coming from?

He blinks hard, and when he opens his eyes ... this is not the elevator. This isn't the garage, heck, this isn't even D.C. He's in a room, some kind of restaurant or bar. People are milling about, some in uniform and others in civvies, and outside the windows ... jeepers, that's a lot of stars.

His hand tightens on the strap of his bag and he plants his feet shoulder's width apart, jaw set. He isn't sure what kind of trick this is, but if he doesn't get answers soon he's going to start demanding them.


[ooc: Hello! Steve is pre-Winter Soldier, but only just, and he has entered the room in civvies. Slacks, button-up, leather jacket, boots, his usual affair. His cowl is in the bag, along with his shield and a few other things, but by all accounts he looks like an average guy. Well, an average tall, strong guy. Any takers welcome!]

First Entrance

[never_felt_better]

"What the...?"

There's suddenly a guy in Ten Forward. Just a guy, no crazy alien tentacles or blue skin; light grey t-shirt, black flight pants, combat boots tied halfway up his calve. The silhouette of dog tags around his neck.

He blinks, spins on his heel, spends a minute looking at the other side of the room and spins back. He lacks all subtlety and almost all grace. He wears confusion, alarm, and just a dash of indignation on his face, blue eyes flashing.

"What in the hell — guys. When was somebody gonna tell me we had the bar from The Love Boat onboard?" he hollers, scanning the room for familiar faces. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? "Hello, I'm Isaac Washington, and I'll be Your Bartender for tonight."

Seriously, something's wrong. This isn't Moya.

First Entrance

[watchword_competence]

Clint appears, zipping up his tan cargo pants. And stops, blinking. He turns back around, to find the bathroom on base is definitely not behind him.

Okay.

He turns back to face the room, muscles loose. "Okay," he murmurs to himself. He's overly aware of the gun against his leg. It's comforting.

He moves towards the bar; if he's going to get into something messy, he prefers to get a drink while he can.

[ooc: Clint is wearing military-style tan cargo pants, but a long-sleeve Henley -- it's supposed to be his day off. I'm going to be here and there, as I have a very busy few days, but I'd love to thread with anyone! :)]