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[Torchwood Three, Cardiff, during episode 1.07, Greeks Bearing Gifts.]

Tosh is going to have to learn to believe in humanity herself. Nobody can instill that faith. However hard she's going to find it to learn, at least it won't be as hard -- or as costly -- as Jack's own lesson.

He shoves his hands into his coat pockets as he strides across Roald Dahl Plass, the breeze bringing the smell of the ocean in off the bay, ruffling in his hair and at the hem of his vintage RAF greatcoat.

Until suddenly, it isn't.

Jack's footsteps pause in mid-stride and he spins, hand going automatically to his holster to draw the Webley. The dim, warm light of the plaza at night is gone, just like the salt air and that playful little breeze. The sound of running water from the tower, the shape of the Millennium Centre with its hybrid verse spelled out in windows across its front.

Instead, he's in a bar.

A bar.

"What the hell?"

the_seafarer

Caspian is marveling not only at the amount of information in the library (and how very different it is from Milliways, or from the high-ceilinged suite of rooms in Cair Paravel), but at the quality of silence which pervades the room. There's nothing to hear: no sound of rustling leaves or passing steps, none of the little ambient voices found on even the quietest world.

He finds it...unsettling, at times, but he is adjusting.

This library, with all its wealth of information, is at least a very good distraction.

rhapsoidein

Genesis didn't quite remember how she found out about the holodeck, but when she did, she was very excited to try this out. It would also help her get her mind off things and help her practice again. She hadn't been able to sleep well, nothing about the ship or her situation, really. She just wasn't used to sleeping due to the constant pain she had been in. She was waking up a lot throughout the night, expecting it to strike and this healing from the Goddess to have been a trick of her mind.

Not to mention it was nice not having to be on the run all the time from ShinRa. Now, if only Angeal were here. If only he could see her now, she was a SOLDIER again. Maybe even Sephiroth could see her, if he wasn't still mad at her.

It had been a long time since she felt healthy. Like she wasn't about to fall apart at the seams. She had been dying for four years, degradation slowly taking her as her skin turned ashen, cracking like porcelain. She was still fairly thin, something her clothes hid well for the moment. But her hair wasn't thin anymore but back to its healthy shade and fullness.

Genesis shook her head, ridding her mind of thoughts of the past and focused on the present. Namely, the various monsters she was destroying with her crimson blade. Her body was still recovering, but her skills remained the same. She fought primarily with her sword but she always used magic to help as well. Even with the enhancements, it was pretty obviously her strength would never overcome Sephiroth's or Angeal's, so she focused her skills elsewhere. Namely her speed and agility and rather unique talent with materia. However, she wasn't sure if it was her health or something else going on right now as she fired off another Firaga spell at the Zolom. She felt even more tired than usual, every spell she cast weakening her further.

That didn't normally happen, not that fast anyway.

It finally plateaued as she stumbled due to dizziness, the tail of the zolom catching her about her middle. She hit the ground and rolled, wincing in pain and keeping her shaking hand tight on her sword. Well, shit, now what was she suppose to do? She was out of magic at this point and it drained at her own energy, why? Quickly, she pulled out a blue bottle, downing the liquid and using the little energy it gave her to behead the reptile in one swing of her sword. She forced the program to quit, leaving her in the middle of the black and yellow room, panting hard and shaking with exhaustion. Was it... was it because she wasn't on Gaia anymore? Materia used the Lifestream's wisdom to grant humans the power of magic, but without it... was the only other source herself?

"Great..."

morphitudinous

Despite what he's read about the progress that has been made toward intergalactic peace, Billy thinks that it would be wise to stay in combat-ready shape---and it might help his frustrations with this repetitive new life too. So he soon turns up on the holodeck dressed in a sleeveless top and shorts, calling out for a little training exercise. The setting: park on Earth, comfortably warm and sunny---perfect pooltime weather. A bright, grassy field is surrounded by picnic tables, and a pristine lake sits to the side waiting for fishers and swimmers.

But Billy's not interested in that. Instead he sprints forward, throwing himself into combat with some vaguely humanoid purple beings. They're heavier and pack quite a bit more punch than the average human, but Billy is undeterred. He twists and bends to dodge their hits, rolls out of the way, and even uses the picnic tables as a launching point for his aerial kick. The acrobatic evasion between hits is an exhausting strategy, but it works in the end.

After twenty minutes that feel like forever in a cat and mouse battle, he flops back onto the grass, breathing hard. He'll really need to build his stamina if a fight is truly coming.

[[open for interruption mid-program, as usual!]]

a_quick_study

[Previously: It hasn't been a good day at Stargate Command.]

Being on standby is tough.

It's what Jonas wanted, but ever since he changed into the green uniform (for operations on forested planets), donned his vest, and claimed himself a knife and a Zat'nik'tel from the armory, there hasn't been much to do. Except wait, edgy and fidgeting, listening for the sound of the gate alarm. SG-3 seems to be handling it better than Jonas, but he probably would be, too, if he were with O'Neill, Carter, and Teal'c instead of waiting to possibly have to go rescue them from someone trying to wipe out the Alpha Site.

He can't go too far away from Stargate Operations, and he's just getting in the way in the control room, so he's trying to read, leaning against a wall in the room where SG-3 has gathered, flicking through one of Doctor Jackson's books on Egyptology.

Until he's not.

There's a flash of red light, and the wall he was leaning on is gone. He rolls just enough to avoid falling flat on his back, but he hits the ground hard, sending the book sliding across the floor.

He stays curled on his side for a moment before he winces and pushes up on one arm to take a look around.

This is not the SGC.

And SG-3 is nowhere to be seen.

willbeyourhope

At this point, Haruto should really be used to winding up in different worlds. He's been to three already, after all. The thing is, though, he was attempting to head home from one, when he materializes in Ten Forward.

He blinks several times, before glancing around. "Hey, Nitou... Nitou?" The quick inspection proves fruitless, though it does show him that he's not the only person here. There's a lot of people in matching uniforms, and some people that aren't - so he doesn't really stand out on the fashion front.

However, popping up out of nowhere and looking confused, on the other hand...

A frown of frustration crosses his face, and Haruto swaps out a ring on his right hand before holding it to his waist. Those within earshot can hear a disembodied voice - GARUDA, PLEASE! before a small assortment of parts materialize in front of him, then assemble into a small mechanical bird-creature. The ring is removed from his finger and placed in the belly of the bird. "Go see if you can find Nitou," he instructs it before it nods and flies off.

Haruto then rests his hands on his hips, glancing around the bar. If prior experiences were any gauge, then this place was another world in need of help. Seems like his work was never done...

ten_fwd_npcs

Lieutenant Worf has gathered all of the new "guests" together in Ten Forward to instruct them on correct behavior and protocols now that they have been released from quarantine. He looks as happy and approachable as you might expect, which is to say he doesn't. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, and so he will handle this riffraff the honorable way.

"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."

This is chased by a stern look to all the gathered guests.

"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."

He takes a deep breath. Unless they show themselves to be undisciplined or unruly, it is the most he can do.

"Now, the rooms," he rumbles, reading aloud the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Room # 0711 - Pyrrha and Trance Gemini
Room # 0712 - Caspian and Katherine Barlow
Room # 0713 - John Crichton and Eleanor Lamb
Room # 0714 - Butch Cassidy and Jack Twist
Room # 0715 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0716 - Shotaro and Amelia Pond
Room # 0717 - Loki and Sigyn
Room # 0718 - Zinda Blake and Natasha Romanoff
Room # 0719 - Stephanie Grace Rogers and Mireille
Room # 0720 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Darcy Lewis
Room # 0722 - Ian Chesterton and Billy Cranston
Room # 0723 - Andros and Steve Rogers
Room # 0724 - Aeryn Sun and Booker DeWitt
Room # 0725 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0726 - Philip and Clint Barton
Room # 0727 - Sinthia Schmidt
Room # 0728 - Pavel Andreievich Chekov and Kate Newton
Room # 0729 - Leonard Horatio McCoy and Adam Park
Room # 0730 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL

"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: This post is open for everyone to tag in and meet their new roommates and neighbors, "party post" style! Everyone should participate if and when they can, so they can get acquainted with who they will be rooming with for at least the next several months. 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 an OOC post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and where we'll post 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.]

i_candozat

The first thing Chekov had done upon hearing they weren't quarantined any more was to go to his room, check it out, and request a set of gym clothes from a replicator. The next thing was to find the gym and stretch out. Few people know he likes athletic pursuits so much; he looks tiny in that uniform and it hides the muscle mass he manages to gain, sadly.

And he hasn't told many people that before he decided to join Starfleet, he'd desperately wanted to join a circus and learn how to bend and twist and spin like the people he'd been to see on trips with his parents. Those explanations, he thinks, would be tedious in the extreme. But all the long conversations in the world could not stop him from grinning like a little boy on finding the gymnastic equipment, including a simple metal wheel that the ensign navigator is having an awful lot of fun with. It's been a while since he played with a cyr wheel, but it's sort of like a bicycle. You remember the tricks eventually.

awol_redranger

After having gotten his physical over with at sickbay (and noticing the rather concerned looks on the other two rangers faces,) Andros looked around for some place to meet. This identity thing was a real pain sometimes.He understood why Zordon imposed it on the Earth Rangers, but there were other ways it could have been handled too.Other Rangers teams didn't have the same imposition. But, to prevent his new teammates from completely having anxiety attacks, the red ranger slipped into the bathroom and pretended to wash his hands until everyone left.

And then he pressed the button on his communicator and waited for an answer.

pyrrha_pandora

One cartoony goth girl at a table, cute little red-haired toddler sitting next to her gnawing on the arm of his favorite stuffed monkey (that's doll stuffed animal, not like taxidermy, because that would be gross). They're managing.

You might think that coming in with a suitcase would put her at an advantage, and maybe it would if this were some kind of three-hour-tour situation; but here they are in the future, with technology that's too out of date to use (but not out of date enough to be useful again, like super-low-tech stuff). Here's a tattoo gun--yeah, no, can't plug that in. Portable sewing machine? Nope, not that either. All the things you could use to make a living for yourself, and you can't use them. Want to listen to music and relax? Here's a player with all your favorite songs on it, but you can't recharge it. Better save it for when you really need it.

So here she is with the only things primitive enough to be usable in the future: a pencil and a sketchbook. She can still draw, and nobody can stop her.

Totally botherable.

and_she_waited

When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend. And when I grew up, he came back. He's called the Doctor, he comes from somewhere else; he's got a box called the TARDIS that's bigger on the inside and can travel anywhere in time and space. I ran away with him, and this is the story of how he changed my life...

You know that lovely sound a TARDIS makes? It's sort of a whoosh, or a hum, or a whoom-WHEEEM, rwhooom-REEEM? Some would say it's the loveliest sound in the universe, because it means something wonderful is coming.

Only this time, there is no sound. Just a step, and a little stumble, and a brand new room.

Amy blinks, freezing in the middle of Ten Forward.

"Doctor?" she calls, glancing about. "Rory? Doctor! Rory!"

Oh, what has he done now? If this is a joke, she's not going to laugh. Frankly, his sense of humour is abysmal. "Where am I?"

Current Location: Ten Forward Lounge

trial_never_ends

There are two generally human-male-shaped lifeforms aboard the Enterprise who can be found in the uniform of a Starfleet captain: one's usual expression is grumpy, and the other's is quite pleased with himself.

This is that one, come to Ten Forward to survey his handiwork.

Well, it's beautiful, isn't it? All this potential gathered here, on the verge of something big. Savor this moment--it won't make the history books; the best times never do. But he'll remember, and that's all that matters.

He'd been bored and now he's not. That sums it up. He's over by a window, watching the room, if you'd like to come express your gratitude for this little vacation.

[this post is going immediately slow because Ridiculously Long Workweek, but tag in and I will get back to you once my brain has returned! Feel free to show Q just how displeased you are with the situation; attacks won't hurt him, and he's feeling too generous to retaliate with force]

ten_fwd_npcs

[ Captain's Log: a Meeting with the Senior Staff. Wherein Picard discusses what to do with their new, er. "Guests." ]

As you enter sickbay tonight, escorted there by Lieutenant Worf and his security detail, you may notice it isn't all that unusual. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you could 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 Chief Medical Officer Crusher herself, she's well-groomed and kindly, wearing her teal uniform and a blue coat. No masks, no rubber gloves. The most dangerous thing about her is that maternal look in her eyes; the one that scolds you for not doing your homework, or leaving your dirty dishes in your room.

The crew makes no promises for Dr. McCoy, on the other hand. He isn't one of ours. You should probably watch your neck.

"All right, don't be shy," Dr. Crusher calls out as you enter. "Come in and sit down. It's just a scan and maybe a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

Probably.

[ooc: This is an open log for everybody. Tagging isn't mandatory, but going to sickbay 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 Bones McCoy and Beverly Crusher (NPC) on deck, so if you'd prefer one over the other just specify it in your tag. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your OP yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive.]

fallaces_sunt

The living area in the section of Deck Seven all of the 'guests' have been corralled isn't...terrible.

Comfortable, even.

Natasha - her suit jacket looking slightly rumpled despite her best efforts, especially around the sleeves thanks to being pulled over her Bites - has claimed herself a seat at one of the tables. It's a good spot, as far as she is concerned; not along the sides so it looks like she's hiding, and yet still maintaining clear lines of sight.

Not that she looks like she's observing lines of sight. No, at the moment, Natasha appears to be giving a set of three-dimensional chess her full attention.

immafrog

So, he could really only go to the rooms they would be staying in and Ten Forward. While he knew he could get a drink that didn't have alcohol or some food, something he would need sooner or later, he really wasn't in the mood for food. In fact, he downright lost his appetite. After speaking with Picard and a few other people, he decided perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to check out the lift and take it to the living quarters.

The teen made his way over, using the fact that the security officers more or less blocked every other way but the lift, it wasn't hard for Adam to figure out where it was. He waited a few moments and the doors opened. As he stepped inside, someone else joined him inside.

morphitudinous

The young man tucked away in the corner of the bar wasn't there because he was shy. Or afraid. Both of those things were true, but the main reason he settled away from the crowd was to attempt to put his brain to work. He'd heard fractions of the story of their new location from various people, and it was now his task to try to solve this problem of space-time displacement.

Billy's thoughts were accompanied by hand gestures, as if he were writing upon an invisible board. He really would prefer to write upon an actual board, but he hadn't been carrying his backpack at the time of the abduction and it seemed that this wasn't a pen and paper society. Occasionally, those indecipherable gestures shifted into a familiar one: palming his forehead in frustration.

"Even those of us from the same world are from different points in time. It could be multiple universes, or multiple points in time from the same universe. There's no telling how our universe is connected to this one, and the transportation technology to bring us backward in time or across dimensions would be far greater than anything I know..."

His shoulders slumped. "Something tells me getting out of this jam is going to be exceptionally difficult."

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.

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.

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.

Ten Forward Social Lounge

First entrance

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It's Not Unlike the Company Training Room

Holodeck: Fight!

Ten Forward Lounge

A Wizard Didn't Do It

[Ten Forward] Release from Quarantine and Rooming Assignments

gym - cyr wheel

Super Secret Watch Noises

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First Entrance!

it's good to be omnipotent

[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

Deck Seven: Common Living Area for all the new guests

One Morph

the first step

Into the E / The Mysterious Ship

First Entrance

This is not Onyx

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