locked to dreams_dont_die.

[aehallh]

It's as the old adage goes: a sword not kept sharp grows quickly dull with disuse. Irian remembers, decades ago, her instructors at the Imperial War College reminding her constantly of the truth of those words — and she feels it now, stuck here on a ship not her own, among aliens, with no duty or mission to keep her focused and disciplined. Like the proverbial sword, she's losing her edge.

The knowledge is bitter to her, as she imagines it might be to any stranded military officer, but there is very little she can do about it — and that is even more profoundly frustrating. The frustration is what leads her, eventually, to Enterprise's gym. She has been here before, and been surprised by how much larger it seems than the workout room on Bloodwing, though perhaps that's only sensible on board a ship with half again the crew complement of her warbird. Irian doesn't allow the airy strangeness of it to dissuade her this time.

Instead, she starts in on some of the practice forms of an old Rihannsu fighting art she learned in her College days, forty years ago. Not llaekh-ae'rl, "laughing-murder," the art most common in the military, but one just as old and just as effective. She's out of practice, and it shows at first — there's an awkwardness in the opening moves, before she has a chance to warm up. But the awkwardness starts to go as her body begins to remember what to do with itself, and before long she's moving through the old maneuvers with an almost pantherine grace. The close combat arts are not her forte — she'd rather a disruptor in her hand, or a plasma weapon, than anything else — but it's fairly clear she has a good idea of what she's doing all the same.

Ten Forward Lounge

[inwention]

Lieutenant Pavel Chekov didn't quite understand what had happened. One minute they were on their way back home from their five year mission and now....he was on board another Enterprise. What Chekov didn't like was the gap of time and memories that were missing. Furthermore.... it was strange to be on board another ship that wasn't under Captain Kirk's command.

Really, Chekov right now wanted to explore and find answers. He didn't find being quarantined necessary and a waste of time. He also wanted to see if he could find his fellow crew members and hoped that he wasn't alone here. There was one plus to this whole mess... they weren't confined to the hospital or their rooms.

He casually glanced about the lounge. When he felt that no one was watching him, he decided to make an attempt to leave and explore beyond the quarantine boundaries that were set.

quarantined hallways

[fallsinplace]

Domino was paranoid in the same way water was a universal solvent. The described properties were often what made these substances valuable, though being a solvent or paranoid often had drawbacks. Regardless of the utility of her paranoia, it was an immutable aspect of Domino's personality.

Being dropped without warning into an unfamiliar hallway was not an ideal situation. Even though she should be used to it by now, the whole process was disconcerting. Especially since she was in her pajamas and didn't have anything to defend herself on hand. She looked around the hallway, hands stretched out slightly to either side to supplement her peripheral vision. The emptiness of the hallway didn't do much to soothe her reaction.

She cursed under her breath and looked at the doors. None of them had knobs, that she could see. Was this some kind of experiment? Was Arcade behind this somehow? She walked up to one and it opened automatically. Inside was a small living space, not unlike a studio apartment.

[Sickbay]: Round Six Scans and Vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Sickbay is fairly ordinary for a ship's hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, perhaps excluding the sun avatar, but Trance Gemini is as skilled as the Starfleet officers.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go! Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."


[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA! For new characters, tagging isn't mandatory but going to sickbay ICly is. So if you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. For those who are tagging, we have Simon Tam, Rory Williams, Beverly Crusher, and Julian Bashir on deck, with Trance Gemini by request only. If you have a preference, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your intro yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive, and backtagging is love! There will be a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]