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[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #6

The events of the last several days have been quite... intriguing. The responsibility of giving the new arrivals chaperones — or pairing them off and calling them 'roommates', as it is more often said — and assigning them permanent residence on the Enterprise usually falls on Lt. Worf's shoulders. However, given the strange events that have befallen Lt. Worf's current timeline, it is Lt. Cmdr. Data who has been given the responsibility today.

He looks across the faces of those gathered before him in Ten Forward, and then over his shoulder to take in the strange appearance of Ten Forward. An event called 'Saturnalia' still seems to be affecting the lounge's appearance, much to the discomfort of the captain and several other chiefs of staff. Data merely turns back, and utters a soft, "Hm."

"Now that Dr. Crusher has cleared everyone for ship-wide access, you will be assigned quarters and instructed on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. Please, listen carefully to my following words.

"The computer will instruct you as to where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only need to utter a verbal command, and it will show you where each area is located and give you directions on how to get there. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, and all command centers are off-limits.

"There are a few rules you must follow 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 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 ourselves do."

He pauses to be sure everyone is paying attention, and nods once he is satisfied. "Now, I will read you the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them."

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0711 - Billy Cranston and Yuna
Room # 0714 - Wan and TenSoon
Room # 0729 - Booker DeWitt and Neena Thurman
Room # 0732 - Belle Gold, Mr. Gold and Jonas Quinn
Room # 0733 - Mack Gerhardt and Peggy Carter
Room # 0737 - Samanosuke Akechi and Kira Nerys
Room # 0749 - The Doctor and Laura Kinney
Room # 0751 - Kaylee Frye and Simon Tam
Room # 0752 - Marika Kato and Neal Cassidy
Room # 0758 - Percy Jackson and Trance Gemini
Room # 0759 - Diaval and Mitsuru Kirijo
Room # 0763 - Robin Hood and Gaheris Rhade

Deck 08, VIP quarters
Room # 0145 - Christopher Pike
Room # 0146 - Elizabeth DeWitt and Spock
Room # 0147 - Pavel Chekov
Room # 0148 - Leonard Horatio McCoy and Jack Twist

"Lt. Worf will remain in his quarters on Deck 7, Section 25 Baker, as will Dr. Katherine Pulaski on Deck 8, Room # 3357," Data continues, pausing minutely before he continues. "General Chang and Khan Noonien Singh will be placed on the security level of Deck 33, Room # 5245, and it is highly advised others not go there without supervision.

"I will remain here to answer questions," he concludes. "Security will be standing by to escort you if needed."

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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Rygel hovers into his assigned quarters with a distinguished and familiar scowl on his face. It has nearly been his default expression as of late. Another day, another new annoyance. And this one might be the least tolerable of all.

"Even in prison," he mutters, "I didn't have to suffer the indignity of a roommate."

He hopes to hezmana that it isn't an Ooman, too. Knowing his infernal luck, it will be.

Booker eyed the announcement, then chuckled. At least he'd be roomed with Domino, with would make things a lot easier, and well, actually felt right. And Elizabeth was going to be in her own room with a stranger, but hopefully not a bad one. he made up his mind then to keep an eye out for this Spock.

In the meantime, he also looked around for any of those he had met recently, to see if they were around, and how they'd done.

There was a sharp bark of laughter and a clap of hands when Chang got his news. "I will put up a sign that says 'Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here'," he declared with a smile and a raise of his drink.

But moments later, Chang's thoughts went inward, thinking on his new roommate, and just what is he going to do with him.

Robin Hood? The Robin Hood. He thought his universe had a ludicrous sense of humor but if it chose to pair a figure from British lore with a man named for British lore, then why not?

With an exasperated sigh Gaheris took his place in his room, hanging his read-leather jacket in his closet as he doubted he would be wearing it any time soon.

He missed the trappings of his old room- the light art, the funerary statues that once lined the tomb of a great warrior, the armor, the swords, the stylistic paintings and geometry. This was too bright and simultaneously too brown.

He would still be investigating it whenever his roommate were to arrive or anyone else were to pay a visit.

She hadn't been expecting the privilege of getting her old room back. She'd thought she was going to get shunted into the roommate pool -- something she had heard about and had not strictly been looking forward to -- or simply slotted into some empty crew quarters. But it turned out that the Enterprise hadn't filled the space she'd left in that sense at least, and it tickled her to be back in familiar spaces.

Stripped bare, to be fair, of anything familiar, but then, Pulaski had always traveled light.

Settling in gave her time to reflect on her situation. Initially, and at face value, she had put a positive spin on it -- and in fact the whole situation had such a degree of absurdity that it was funny, once she had gotten over the initial shock. But that was a bit like saying the lake water was warm, when it was simply that one's body temperature had adjusted. You'd still end up with hypothermia eventually, if you stayed in too long.

Being torn from her ship, her crew, her work was much more worrisome on a deeper level. She was under no illusions that she'd be the only one looking for a way to get home, but that didn't make her any less inclined to try and get the lay of the land. She had left people and projects behind, and besides, she was no fan of being toyed with. This smacked of nothing more than it smacked of toying.

On the other hand, if she couldn't get back... then what? She was safe here, she was around people she knew and liked. If she was stuck, Kate was a little bit inclined to consider this odd confinement to the Enterprise a little bit like an enforced holiday.

To that end, and because she had done all the investigating she could handle for the moment, Kate Pulaski replicated herself a PADD, accessed the ship's database, and settled down to do a little bit of reading.

Maybe she'd finally catch up on her medical journals.

Elizabeth was quite surprised to hear the Doctor's name among the list of the new arrivals. She made a mental note to look for him later.

It was an amusing surprise to hear she was in the VIP quarters. Probably it was an error, but she decided not to mention it. Once Data was done speaking she began to circulate around the room, on a search for Spock. It would help if she knew whether Spock was a girl or a boy. The name didn't tell her much about her new roommate. She hoped they were nice.

Spock wasn't surprised by his assignment to the VIP quarters considering who his Prime self becomes in the future. Either way Spock is easy to find. He isn't much for socializing here namely due to displacement. While he is polite enough to give greetings to most he is uncertain about having a female roommate in his quarters. Once he finds the person that fits the description given on the PADD (assuming it was given) he approaches her. "Elizabeth DeWitt?"

He bows his head as an acknowledgement, but doesn't offer a hand to shake off the bat. While she may appear to be human that says nothing of her planet of origin. Many life forms have similar characteristics throughout the galaxy. "I believe we have been assigned together and I hope that you will not find it uncomfortable to have a former Starfleet officer as a roommate." It's awkward to think of this as a roommate situation. He had his own room in the crew quarters but such is being lower in command in this universe, logistically speaking.

Elizabeth sighs softly when she is addressed by a male voice. She looks up (along with a softer sigh, because Elizabeth is shorter than almost everyone around her), giving Spock a polite smile and nod. "To be honest, Mr. Spock, I find having a roommate at all uncomfortable. Your status as an officer, current or otherwise, doesn't much add to it."

She holds out her hand to him, though she's also uncertain about handshakes. He doesn't look entirely human, but he does look somewhat human. Assuming one way or the other will cause offense if she's wrong. Better to act on habit and fall back on her anachronistic nature to explain away oddities. "On the plus side, the VIP status you've been granted probably ensures that we'll have separate sleeping quarters, so we'll each be afforded a little privacy. It's nice to meet you, I hope I won't be much trouble."

The onimusha listened carefully, watching those around him to gauge their reactions. If people seemed objectionable, there really wasn't anything he could do about it, but he could at least try to help keep the peace. He also kept an eye out to see I'd his assigned chaperone was present, so he might introduce himself.

Elizabeth was a little distracted while looking for her roommate and attempting to spot the Doctor (who was either very old or a young man, and he had either blond, white, or brown hair. He might be wearing a scarf, or a branch of celery, or a very bright colored jacket. If she spotted someone with a fez she'd know right off they were the Doctor, unless they weren't). It meant that she wasn't always looking in the direction she was moving. Though she was a tiny person, she was still quite capable of hitting someone without looking. She gasped when her shoulder and hip came in contact with Samanosuke.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Samanosuke had a lot of experience being hit by moving personages. This collision was at least more gentle than, say, being bowled over by an angry, spiny, tumbling warthog-demon. He simply shifted his feet to adjust his center of gravity, and pivoted to make way.

"Excuse me," he said apologetically, regardless of fault. The young lady was clearly startled, so he tried to smooth things over. "Are you all right?"

"Oh no, it was my fault. Please forgive me." Elizabeth looked up at the older man, her expression reflecting her embarrassment. "I'm fine, thank you. Are you okay?" It wasn't likely she'd hurt him, it was a fairly low speed collision. It was still polite to ask and be certain.

"It's quite all right," he assured her, bowing his head. "No harm done." He glanced around the room, and then back at her. "I could clear a path for you, if you like." He was quite sure he could manage it without actually having to assault anyone.

Clearing a path wouldn't help Elizabeth find her quarry, but it would help her get out of the crowded room. She could wait to meet her roommate and the Doctor. In a room this full of people she was going to have a hard time finding anyone.

"If you don't mind I would appreciate that. I'm Elizabeth, what's your name?"

"My name is Akechi Hidemitsu," he said, "But my friends call me Samanosuke." It meant something like 'Wandering Helper,' which described him rather well. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself without a quest to save the world.

"Which way do you need to go?"

She listened carefully as he gave his nickname. Mispronouncing the name of her companion would be embarrassing and she did enough embarrassing stuff on her own. "I think to deck eight. I can set my books down there and get you a drink afterward to repay your trouble?"

"You needn't feel obligated in any way," he said, "But I would not be opposed to the company." She seemed nice, and he didn't really know many other people yet, so why not? "Do you need a hand with your books?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. My big isn't too heavy." She followed in his wake as he made a path for them through the room. "Where and when are you from?"

He moved slowly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they were not separated as he wove his way toward the exit. "I am from Japan, in the 16th Century," he said, "Though I have traveled some." He offered a smile. "What about you?"

"Oh! You're really anarchronistic then. That must be a tough adjustment." She felt a little bad for him. Her own world was more advanced than some, but even a hundred years in the future nothing looked right. "I'm from. . . America more or less, though that's not exactly accurate. Twentieth century, mostly."

"Hn." Samanosuke nodded at her assessment. He was still very much out of his element, though he guessed from the way Elizabeth described her own situation that it was much the same for her. "It seems that we are not the only ones out of time, either. You could fill a library with all the tales that we could tell. No?"

"The first book would be titled, 'What a Library is and Why It's Full of Tree Pulp," Elizabeth noted with a laugh. "Are you here alone? I have my father here to commiserate with me about all the changes.

Samanouske laughed softly, and nodded yet again. Scrolling through pages and pages of information, all stored on one, small, portable tablet fashioned of gods-knew-what was mind-boggling. He wondered if there were still monasteries devoted to preserving written works, and if the monks were now in charge of inputting the data into and maintaining the banks of servers.

But he tried not to think about it too hard, lest he give himself a headache from all the speculation.

"I am used to being on my own," he said, "I've traveled with companions from time to time, but..." He lifted his right arm, showing her the gauntlet with its bizarre, blinking orb of energy. "Chances are, I will eventually outlive them anyway, even if I am returned to my own time."

Elizabeth cocked her head and looked at the device. She delicately grabbed his arm and attempted to examine it without touching it. Someday she will learn about personal boundaries and respecting other people's space, but the statement and the strange gauntlet are too interesting to ignore.

"What is this? Is it bad?"

"Oh, no!" he assured her, as the gauntlet winked its 'eye.' "Just the opposite, in fact--though I suppose one might call it a mixed blessing. You see, my world is infested with demons, and undead monsters, which threaten the existence of the human race. This guantlet was given to me by the Ogre Clan, who once protected the world from demons, that I might do the same."

But great power never came without a price. "As long as I wear it, I cannot truly die, but..." He shrugged. "Even immortality can grow old, after a time."

Elizabeth nodded and released his arm. "I understand that. I've met a few immortal beings and it's pretty awful." Even if they deserved awful things to happen to them, she didn't think anybody deserved that. "Your world sounds scary."

"Scarier than floating through the stars?" Samanosuke asked, raising his eyebrows. "It almost seems stranger to me to be flung forward to a time without war. Or, at least, not the same war that I expected to be fighting for the rest of my natural--or unnatural--life. It might be nice, though."

"I'm used to floating through the stars. My home floated on the air. This is just a logical extension of that." She smiled sheepishly. Columbia was a terrible place built on a miracle. "I hope you find the peace welcome rather than cloying. I know some find it hard to adjust." She was having some minor issues with that herself. Luckily she was able to adapt.

"I hope so, too," he said. It might just take some time. He supposed he should have known to expect the impossible - or at the very least, the unexpected - by now. "At least we'll have plenty of time, in theory, to read up on what we've missed. Last time I was propelled to the future, I was a bit...preoccupied."

"I hope we have that kind of time, too. I'm hoping to get used to things here for a little while before getting whooshed even further into the future." She chuckled and paused. "There's a piece of mistletoe hanging over your head." Where did mistletoe come from?

Samanosuke gave an exaggerated shidder at the thought of further time travel, then smiled to show it was all in good humor. Given the opportunity to travel at leisure, he truly did enjoy learning about other cultures. It seemed just suh an opportunity was about to present itself.

The onimusha looked up, studying the leafy plant. "If memory serves, there are a great many fables and midwinter traditions involving mistletoe, aren't there?"

"In my culture someone standing under mistletoe is supposed to kiss the person nearest to them. There are other thoughts about it. The Norse believe it killed Baldur. It's poisonous, and probably shouldn't be floating around like that."

"Interestig. Do you suppose it is authentic, live mistletoe, or merely a ceremonial replica, meant to inspire...shall we say, diplomatic relations amongst the crewmembers and guests?" Samanosuke asked, leaning toward Elizabeth conspiratorially. "And how might you suggest we proceed?"

Elizabeth tugged her scarf off and opened it up as wide as she could. "See if you can catch it. Floating twigs are pretty unusual." She chuckled a little at his conspiratorial expression. The ship seemed to be inhabited only by the most attractive people.

Samanosuke nodded, and reached up to try and determine how the sprig of mistletoe was hung, and whether he might dislodge it for Elizabeth to catch. Of course, it had not escaped his notice what an attractive young woman Elizabeth was, but kissing in public was still a rather foreign concept to him, and he wasn't tye type to take a simple discussion of tradition as invitation or consent.

At least, he wasn't, under ordinary circumstances. But this wasn't ordinary mistletoe, was it?

The mistletoe evaded capture, darting away from both Samanosuke and Elizabeth's attempts to apprehend it. The exercise made Elizabeth laugh each time it darted away, especially when it was clearly not going to leave the older man alone.

"Perhaps we should kiss. I don't want you to be plagued by mistletoe all day."

Samanosuke chuckled, enjoying Elizabeth's reaction to the mistletoe's antics. "Perhaps," he said, standing still at last. It made no logical sense, but for some reason, kissing her sounded like a very, very good idea. He ran his tongue over his teeth, behind his lips; suddenly very glad that he had cleaned them before leaving his quarters. His mouth still felt quite fresh, and tasted faintly of cinnamon.

"You are certain you don't mind...doing such a thing where anyone could see?"

Elizabeth blushed and giggled. She shook her head. "No. I don't mind. It's not indecent." She stepped closer, licking her lips nervously. "I do tend to like to get to know a person a little better first. Hopefully our drink will take care of that."

She reached up slowly, putting her hand on his neck. With delicate, slow motions she rose to her toes and pressed her lips to his, using her hand on his neck to draw his head down a little bit.

Samanosuke didn't think of it as indecent, just very intimate. But the longer he stood there with that mystical plant overhead, the less he seemed to be bothered by the idea. After all, it wasn't as if it was his first experience kissing a woman, and if Elizabeth wasn't bothered by it either, well...

He leaned toward her, head tilting to one side as their lips met, his hands rising to support her neck.

TenSoon was happy with his room assignment, but he was less happy with the food situation. Computer had repeatedly refused to dispense well-aged meat from her replicators, citing some sort of objection about biohazards that didn't apply to a scavenger such as himself, which meant he had to find an alternative method of procuring something tasty. Thankfully, Computer was willing to dispense fresh, raw pork and to adjust his room temperature, so he'd decided to strew meat in the bathroom while Wan was out to let it marinade.

He's out in the hallway at the moment, sniffing at the seams of the closed door to see if any of the scent of his finely softening meal-to-be is escaping. He doesn't want to give anyone an excuse to throw away his first, flavoursome meal in over a year!

Unfortunately, Wan didn't have a lot to do on board the ship. When he wasn't in the gym (which he usually was in the 'evenings'), he was in the hydroponics bay (the only place with any sizable amount of 'earth' for him to feel connected to things). And more rarely was he in the lounge. In short, he was often bored. So when he had nothing else to do, he went back to his assigned room to meditate.

The change in assigned roomates was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. When Wan found out about it, it gave him an excuse to head back to his room and be a little less bored before going to the surface of the planet called Risa. Which, in turn, led to him watching TenSoon sniff at the closed door for a little while. Confused, he finally asked, "Did you ask Computer not to open the door for you?"

TenSoon, caught out by Wan's sudden voice, jerked back from the door. Though he wasn't canine, he'd become used to canine mannerisms while in his current form. Right now his eyes widened as the rest of him sunk lower to the floor, his sheepishness showing through every line of his body.

"No, I'm just... making sure the meal I'm preparing won't bother others."

That was an odd thing to do. If the meal was inside the room then it shouldn't bother others at all. The only way was if it had a very strong sm-

"How badly does it smell?" he asked, just a little worried at what might await him on the other side of that door if he dared venture inside.

So he's getting a new roommate. That's not really a surprise. He didn't see much of the man, and then he was gone one day. So now he's getting a new roommate.

He makes a point of sticking around the quarters on the day when the assignment is announced, so that he doesn't miss it when his new roommate shows up.

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[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #6

Room 743 - Rygel XVI and Tony Stark

Booker DeWitt, open to all

General Chang | Wide Open (But Security officer please!)

Room # 0763 | Gaheris Rhade and OTA

Room #3357, Kate Pulaski, open to all! Especially canonmates who might want to see her!

ota, but paging Spock

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Room 0714 and Corridor outside - OTA

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Room # 0752 - Marika Kato and Neal Cassidy