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[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments + Holiday Open House!

Hmmm, something seems a little different about the Chief of Security today. His beautifully ridged countenance hasn't been seen for quite some time at the head of one of these little initiations, but now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new cattle for ship-wide access, and they've been carted around by Chief O'Brien on a tour of the ship, along with some background to the situation they now find themselves in, they've been mooooved right along to Lieutenant Worf in Ten Forward.

He looks at his data PADD, with all of his boring instructions and tedious details meticulously written out, and rolls his eyes. Rules, really? What harm could these people really do?

"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, command centers, blah, blah-blah, blah blah, are all off-limits.

"Before you're assigned a room, there are a few rules you must obey, though I honestly don't know what could be done to stop you. 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, good grief, this list just goes on forever, doesn't it?

"They want you to read the Prime Directive?! Boring. If you care to see that drivel you can look it up on your own personal PADDs, which will be available in every room. Now, how about something more interesting?"

With a flick of his wrist, the PADD disappears. Cracking his knuckles, "Worf" proceeds to snap his fingers and a flurry of snow whooshes through the room. When the proverbial dust settles, Ten Forward has been decked out in an array of holiday cheer. The windows are frosted, the bar is dusted in snow, a model train choo-choos its way around people's ankles out one door and back in the other. There is a traditional Earth tree in one corner with an endless pile of gifts stacked under it, but other worlds, cultures, and religions have not been left out. Everywhere one looks, there's a different kind of festive decoration.

"La, dee dum, dum," Worf hums, snapping his fingers again and causing a spread of food and drinks to appear on each and every table and surface: candies, cakes, mulled wines, chocolates, pheasants, yams, bol'ghba, and an abundance of other unpronounceable delicacies. "There. Now isn't that better? Never say I didn't do anything for you.

"Oh! That's right, the rooms," he recalls, clapping his hands. He pulls the PADD back out of the ether, reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0713 - Kristen Kringle and Kuvira
Room # 0731 - Olan'atar and Sophia Inks
Room # 0737 - Bonnie Barstow and KITT (hologram)
Room # 0746 - Sterling Archer and Kira

Deck 8
Room # 0147 - T'Pol and Katniss Everdeen

Deck 9
Room # 0919 - Henry Mills and Matt Murdock
Room # 0921 - Pete Lattimer and Clara Oswald

"Now, won't that be fun?" Worf concludes, with a large, toothy grin. "Remember, it's only fun until Captain Picard has a heart attack, and then your actions are all on your own heads. Oh! Speaking of heads ... "

With one last snap, the Lieutenant in full dress before them morphs into what appears to be a Caucasian human male. No vestiges of the Klingon remain, and as such the man now lets out a long, grateful sigh. "It's good to be home."

For the foreseeable future, Ten Forward will remain in this state, and the doors to the guest quarters will stay open so each new arrival along with the old faithful can experience the full joy and beauty of the holiday season with each other. The corridors are all covered in frost, a pleasant nip in the air, and over the internal comms a song begins to play. The list of new assignments is also displayed on a PADD in Ten Forward, where people can refer to it if they need to.

[ooc: Happy Holidays, at least for the next few days! This log is both a party post for holiday shenanigans and an open log for new roomies (or old ones!) to build CR and meet their neighbors. We'll have a few special holiday top levels for gifts, but otherwise you can tag directly into the post with your character, their room number, and who they're looking for (or leave it OTA)!

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's a post in the OOC comm for OOC questions and comments! 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. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]

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Oh. Oh no. He doesn't remember that at all. Why wouldn't he remember that? It's a problem. And a chronolock makes no sense to him.

He tucks his hand around his mouth, because that seems to be something he does when he doesn't know how to address the issue. His words are soft - an attempt to be careful.

"Clara, you're going to have to be very careful what you say to me from now on. I think you're ahead of me in our time streams. My last adventure with you was with the Dream Crabs."

He hopes that makes sense. If not... well... maybe this was still a dream, then. Somehow.

And he just confirmed what she was worried he would confirm.

She's ahead of him in time? Her eyes go a bit wider and she can't help that her mouth falls a bit more open. Clear surprise. Though it does make sense to her. Some how, it makes sense and it makes her feel a little sick all at once.

"That... that was Last Christmas!" That has to be okay to say at least. But still, she's surprised. "How am I ahead of you? How does that even happen?"

Okay, maybe that was a stupid question. It's Time. Weird things happen all the time, like how they're still standing outside an open door to her living quarters but it feels like they've been standing there for hours not minutes.

She feels even more sick now, because he doesn't know. He doesn't know so he definitely couldn't have done this to save her. This was something else, for sure.

Now, his hand moves properly over his face and he realises where they're standing. He looks around. Okay, they could do this.

"I'm pretty sure I can explain, but I think we should step inside."

Because if anyone overheard them, it could insight panic.

It takes her a moment to pick up on what he said. She glanced left, then right, down the hall way, and then stepped back inside, her hand grabbing his coat sleeve and hauling him in right away with her.

When they were both inside, her hand still gripping his coat sleeve, she looked up at him, brows drawn together. Worried but curious.

"Okay. Explain." She said in a soft demand. Only then did she let go o his sleeve, drawing her arms back and crossing them under her chest, one on top of the other, trying to keep from fidgeting.

He moves to sit down on the sofa. He gestures to the space next to him.

"You went through the orientation. That we were all brought here by a being called 'Q'. When I first heard about him, I thought maybe they were the Time Lords of this universe. But, when I was confronted with just how powerful he is... Well, it's much worse than I suspected."

He goes quiet, how does he explain this?

"Clara. Four versions of me are her. Past companions. And someone from my distant future. And now you. You're from my future too. But none of that is dangerous in and of itself. My TARDIS is here four times as well. And that shouldn't be possible without ripping a hole in the fabric of reality."

He'll stop there, giving her a second to get caught up.

She takes a breath, lets it out, and walks over to the couch as well, plopping down softly beside him and turning a bit, so she's facing him a little.

As he starts to explain she nods, yes, she went through the orientation. She heard about the Q. Seemed weird to her, but she kind of hoped it was all something else. That it was a bit more explainable then what she was given.

Then the rest of it was brought up and a brow reached high. "Four?!" For of him. Four TARDIS. That all seemed a bit dangerous, really. And Surprising. "Oh I bet you love that. Is this ship big enough for four of you?" Oh, that was where she took this?

Forgive her, she's still processing this. Because it all seems kind of dangerous to have that many of HIM here let alone that many TARDIS here. She's been in the same place with a lot of them before. Three TARDIS in one gallery no less. So it shouldn't seem too amazing, but for some reason, it did feel a bit much.

"So this Q is bringing us from different timelines. Which means if I run into other... yous. I need to be careful of what I say." Or so she is thinking. Great.

He offers a small smirk.

"This ship isn't big enough for one of me. But it gets worse."

What can be worse? Oh all of it.

"One of the TARDISes is from the distant future. She came on her own with... with me. And she has a flesh form. The other three? We're locked out of. We can get in. Clara, we're stuck. Right now? We're at the mercy of this Q."

"What can be worse?" She had to say it. Honestly, that just seemed like it all screamed 'trouble' as it was!

But as he explained, she frowned. Okay, that was pretty bad. Being locked out of the TARDIS was a problem. She moved her hand to her chest, the chain holding her TARDIS key was right there. She was about to mention that she had it, and maybe it would help, but she stopped. Four of them. One of them had to have a key on them. Locked out meant locked ou--wait.

"Wait, one of them is in flesh form?" Her head drew back and she looked at him surprised. Flatly saying "Well, that must be a dream come true for you."

He tries not to smile when she mentions the 'dream come true bit.' But it causes an expression that looks more mischievous than anything.

"Shut up."

But it's been brilliant and he's enjoyed it probably more than he should.

"Anyway. We're stuck here in this universe that is a fictional universe to us. And I suspect others on this ship probably consider us fictional too."

The 'shut up' made her chuckle. Actually laugh a little. It felt good. She was sure she would never laugh again, but that little smile of his, and his comments... she felt better to be able to hear and see them again.

As horrible as she felt and was trying to hard to fight those dreadful feelings back, being told they might be fictional to others also made her smile. How weird was that.

"It all seems a bit impossible, but I suppose we're both used to impossible, aren't we?"

"We'd better be, or I've been doing things wrong a great deal of my life."

He likes impossible. But he's glad to hear her chuckle. Because, well, last he knew was her slapping him for trying to make her question P.E. He looks her over.

"Are you all right?"

With all of this.

"Any questions?"

She's managed to get past that. To grow a bit more past Danny and the Doctor. She still gives Danny his five minutes a day, but she tries, she tries so hard to get past that. For him.

She is smiling though. Impossible was how she liked it. Impossible was what she was. His Impossible girl. It was a title she wasn't ready to toss away.

"I'm okay." She said on a breath of air, as if realizing that right now, right this moment, she really was okay. On a fictional ship, and maybe someone thought she was fictional. And there were too many Doctors. And other companions. And too many TARDIS's... but she was alive and breathing and okay.

"Yeah, no, I'm okay." She assured him, then gave him a curious look. "One question though. Which of you is here?"

He raises an eyebrow as she reiterates that she is okay.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"

But it's said lightly. It took him a few minutes to adjust as well.

"Bowtie and Sand-shoes. You've met them. And the Edwardian one."

His voice tapers off. The one who was before the Time War. Well, to be fair, he had fought a bit in it, until the Sisterhood of Karn interfered with his regenerations and created a Doctor just for the War. Things were simpler back then...

"Don't know if you've met him or not."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She said, trying to brush it off. She was okay, it was just a lot to process. "Yeah.... might be trying to convince us both, but, give me a bit and I'll be right as rain." As if anything will be right again.

When he told her who was here, she couldn't help, at all, the smile to hear that 'Bowtie' was here. Sand-shoes as well, really, but 'Bowtie' was always going to make her smile. And the Edwardian one? She's seen's all of them, at one time or another, kind of. But no, she didn't know that one.

"Can't say I've had a proper introduction to that age of you. I'll have to seek him out as well."

He looks off into the middle distance when he sees that smile she only ever gave him when he wore the bowtie. And that hurts just a little. So he can't look at her right now. He swallows thickly and hides it all with different information.

"So, big ship. Not as big as the TARDIS, obviously. And lots of people about, so being stuck could be a lot worse. And Q is a bit of a prankster, so there might even be enough to keep you entertained."

Now he can look at her again and he gives her a small smile. But, this is almost back to how it was when he had first regenerated. And he hates that that hurt is still there after all this time.

You have your own smile, Doctor. One she only gives to him. And if she knew, she would assure him that his younger self can't replace his older self, much like he can't replace the younger, even if they are the same. She loves HIM, the Doctor, no matter what. Her best friend. If anyone can make her smile now, it's him.

"Nothing is as big as TARDIS is." She pointed out with a slight smirk. "How ever have you managed not to get bored here? You have to be going out of your mind." Trapped. She know he doesn't do that so well. Not after a while. She leaned into his a bit, shoulder into shoulder, trying to keep that smile on her face. Or a smile, at least.

"I suppose this Q keeps things lively enough even for you?"

His smile returns a bit when she comments about the TARDIS. But then she asks that next question.

"Not as well as I should like. But there's enough people about. And, of course, there's breaking into the various areas that are supposed to be off-limits."

He's learned a lot by doing that.

"Ahhh yes. There we go. That sounds about right." She said with a better grin now, looking up at him with it as if to say she had been waiting for this point. What he was doing that he wasn't suppose to be doing.

"I was wondering about those areas. How many have to wandered through?"

And her grin is as infectious as ever.

"Enough. Problem is, it is difficult to get into those areas at times when it would be actually useful."

Meaning he can't do it when there are others around. And talking to such people would probably be helpful if he's planning to get them out of there.

He's the reason she has it.

"But you think that's the key to getting out of here, isn't it? Get into those places we're not suppose to be and muddle around a bit." Seemed logical to her. Or perhaps fiddle around with something that might deactivate SOMETHING so he can get on a TARDIS... somehow? Yeah.

Or somehow make Q think that the Enterprise has crashed. Because that would just ruin all of Q's plans, in the Doctor's mind.

He bites his lip.

"Well, that's what we usually do, isn't it? Since taking over the ship as the captain is unlikely to happen."

"I have a hard time seeing you captain of a ship." She said with a teasing smile. And yes, she knows he's the only pilot of TARDIS, but she's the captain of herself. "You'd crash the ship." Still teasing, actually. Not at all meant to be what he would really do.

"Oi!"

He doesn't finish his thought as she corrects herself, somewhat.

"Clara Oswald, how did you know..."

Because that's just a little creepy to him that she would say that.

She just smiled at the protest, only to let it fall as he said 'how did you know'.

With a blink and a serious studying look she looked over his face a moment. Then her face lights up in surprise as she drew back, connecting the dots. A hand over her mouth to cover it as she said.

"You're not considering... oh my gosh, you are..." She knew nothing.

He shrugs.

"It's one of many ideas I've had. Though, the second one was better. To obviously not actually crash it. But a hologram version. Make Q think we did..."

It's one of many things he's considered. He was bored, okay?

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