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He can taste salt on his tongue, a little burn before it floods the whole of his mouth-- but it's not really his mouth, just the residual sensation of someone else. He hasn't got an bit of food in hands, instead he's got the little grey feline that roamed the grounds and liked to try and sleep on his head at nights. It was easier with something so quiet; though the place wasn't exactly loud with the odd collection of them stacked there in something that's close to companionable silence if not quite there.

Sean's absence is noted the moment it happens, even if the sense of it is little to none-- there were few things that could keep Charles out and none of them were good. He'd dropped the papers in hand and rushed down the stairs with that inking of understanding, but found nothing. Just a void, a loss, something gone and missing and from then on for the next few days it had been a mess. Enough that he had been sure there was some resurgence to the BWP and that the worst of the worst would happen.

There were no answers, as far as he tried to reach, and for a while the silence grew more tense-- ugly in it's own way, with worry and fear and everything that reverberated off every mind and wall, played back to each of the occupants like words through a megaphone.

If one were to ask him where he stepped to, what happened to bring him to the ship, there would be no real answer; he doesn't remember, hadn't been in focus then. Simply one second existing in that chamber and the next in a new place; devoid of what he knew. Or more worryingly removed of those who played a precarious part in the balance of his senses.

It's like the drag of metal against metal, scratching and scraping at the inside of a skull, the noise a vibration of it's own though it doesn't exist outside of the mind. Just a blind sort of panic-- because for all he can feel near there is no Raven, such a sterile place reminds him of little that would be pleasant. Instead it's all a jumbled mess; the same as his breaths, sucked in feverishly.

"Where is my sister?" It's a shout, though he's not sure if he's speaking or projecting; not that it matters to him right now anyway.

( ooc: grumpy, crazy telepath ftw. yes. hi. Charles is currently making a big screechy fit in a hallway, not too far from the lounge let's say. )

electro_kinetic

Noriko has officially found her first solid problem with Ten Forward itself, and that is that the chairs here are totally impossible to sit comfortably backwards in, save for one position. That said, she's definitely occupying a table in the middle of the room in exactly that position; with her knees hooked over the chair's back, bare ankles crossed, and her lower back supported by the chair seat (her head, likewise, is resting on the table surrounded by a loose flow of electric blue hair).

She's got a cup of tea balanced on her stomach--mint and cherry, and god she loves this stuff--and a plastic ball filled with equally plastic track, through which she is maneuvering a tiny metal ball with surprising dexterity given the gauntlets that encase her hands in metal up to the elbow. Her feet may be bopping along to a song playing in her earbuds; she doesn't mean to kick you, really.

miniclaws

There is only so long Laura can spend in crowds of people. She is a solitary character, and for more than half her life, all she has known is training and combat. When the bar becomes too crowded, she makes her way to the holodeck and reverts back to what she is used to.

The holodeck is set up to resemble the Danger Room of the Xavier Academy. By the X-men standards it is a 'fun' obstacle course designed to test balance, speed and reflexes. Laura slashes her way through the first netting and leaps lightly on to a balancing beam and makes her way across.

Occassionally she glances back towards the door. She almost misses the company of her fellow mutants who would have trained with her.

Almost.

'Missing' someone is a useless emotion. She won't accomplish anything by focusing on it so she tries to push it down.

shanjifyo

It's been a little time since Stahma arrived in this place, on board this ship: enough time for her to acquaint herself with the fact that nothing she can do will allow her to return home. The realization is not exactly a pleasant one. Her son has just gotten married to a young woman Stahma is quite charmed by despite herself, her husband is in the midst of a heated race for mayor of Defiance, and she may be falling in love with a woman she never imagined she'd get so close to. If anything, she worries over Kenya the most, because if anything should happen that would cause Datak to learn about their affair... Stahma doesn't even want to think about it, about what she would have to do to protect herself should that happen, even though it's something she has to consider. That possibility has been a part of her calculation from the beginning.

So much is happening around her, she's learning so much about herself that she never knew, so many possibilities are only now coming within her grasp that would never have been available to her as a woman back on Casti all those years (millennia) ago, and to have that taken away in an instant — needless to say, it's jarring to her. But Stahma is accomplished at wearing masks, not giving away what she's thinking or feeling when she needs to conceal it; and, furthermore, she's genuinely curious about this world, these people. Many are human, but not the humans she's used to; the Earth here is not the Earth she knows. Alternate worlds are only theory, where she's from; scientists bandy the idea about, but no one's ever taken it seriously. Certainly it's not something Stahma herself ever thought about before; it never took her interest. But now that she's had the theory proven to her fairly obviously, she's curious to see what the differences are between the people of this world and her own — not to mention all of the others who have come here like she did, brought here from their own places and times. It's a pleasant enough distraction, for the time being.

In that spirit, she's sitting at a table in Ten Forward, near one of the windows, alternating between watching warp-attenuated stars streak by and observing people as they come and go from the lounge. She's rather conspicuously by herself, but if she feels vulnerable it certainly doesn't show. She has a cup of tea between her hands; one of the first things she did, after the initial shock of being here wore off, was learn how to use the replicator. It won't make anything Castithan, which is a shame, but there are a few human teas that are... acceptable, at least for now. The steam from her cup gives off a slight fragrance of mint and citrus.

raavashing

He woke up to the odd sensation of not being able to feel the earth beneath him and, instead, feeling an odd vibration in the air. It was also very bright out and he found himself surprised at that because usually he rose with the sun, it's power energizing him as it broke over the horizon. Except that he was feeling energized - more so than he'd ever felt before. It was like the sun was close enough to touch and his whole body could feel it's power rushing through him. Wan took a deep breath and then let it out as he stretched and opened his eyes, a small jet of flame lazily arcing up just beyond his lips.

The oddly contented feeling he had from it was abruptly ended once he got a good look at his surroundings. He was in some sort of strangely colored room made of some sort of wood or non-stone he couldn't feel and there were brightly shining lamps that clearly burned - he could feel the heat in them - without producing flame. All around him were tables with plants on them. It was a large room, large enough to be a building all on it's own. On one side were doors and he headed toward them. It was his luck that someone opened them from the other side just as he got near. It was a human woman in strange clothing who stopped in the doorway when she saw him. Wan waved at her, but moved past to get into the hallway beyond. The room was part of a very large building. When he turned around to ask her where he was, the door was already shut. And, even more oddly, he didn't see any handles to open it. Taking his chances, he turned to left and began to wander.

A Turbo Lift

Every so often Wan dragged a hand along the wall of the long hallway he walked down. He passed many of those same doors without handles and they seemed to go on forever. Each of the doors had a strange plaque to the side of them, with symbols he didn't recognize. It was obviously a way to label them, because with a building this large, they needed to label the rooms, but he didn't understand any of the labels.

He passed many more humans dressed in those strange outfits and at this point he was certain he must have gotten himself onto some new, very foreign, Lion Turtle City that used something other than stone to build with. He still hadn't figured out how the lighting worked, or how they opened the doors. And so far all of the people walking the halls had ignored him after a cursory glance. All busy with something, some carrying strange tablets in their hands.

Wan lucked out when one of the doors near him opened up into a small room and one of the strange humans stepped out of it. Finally a door had opened! Wan ducked inside the tiny room and pressed his hands against the walls. He didn't really care what the room was for, he just wanted to get out of that endless hall. But then the floor gave a soft lurch - one he could just barely feel - and he got the sense that he was moving for some reason. When the doors next opened, there was another person there and when they got on, Wan lifted a hand to wave at them.

"Hello," he said, voice and smile bright, "I'm Wan. Do you know where I am?"

The door to Ten Forward

Wan had managed to get directed to 'Ten Forward', a gathering place of some sort. But so far, he'd gotten stuck at the door. He hadn't realized until he tried to go inside that the doors opened for him. Completely on their own. All the doors he'd passed, they could have opened for him just by him standing a little too close a little too long. Now that he realized this, he was taking the opportunity to try it out.

By going through the doors to Ten Forward over and over and over and over and over and over...

So far he hadn't noticed anything else about the place. Just that door. That fascinating door.

decideformyself

Philip hadn't gotten much sleep. For one, it was hard to tell what time of day it was, stuck inside with most of the computer systems down -- not that "time of day" and "sleep" ever really correlated for him in the first place. It was more important to try and learn everything he could about how these computer systems worked, and without information from the Gaia Library to guide him that meant he had to figure it out the hard way: Like a normal person.

He was pretty sure that something like twenty-four hours had passed since the earthquake, but it was hard to be sure. They'd at least managed to get the vital systems back online. But that left the problem of them still being stuck with no way to contact the Enterprise. They had to fix that, too, somehow.

electro_kinetic

With the first rumble and crack and the elastic sound of concrete and metal shifting and splitting comes, to Noriko, a clarity of thought not common in the last few months. She's been in crumbling buildings before--though notably not because of a naturally-occurring earthquake--and no matter how frightening the repetition is there's at least some knowledge to fall back on.

She shoves the nearest few people under tables or steady protrusions; anything that will deflect debris and avoid crushed bodies. And she herself curls up in a protected void of rock, head down and arms over her neck; she can only hope other people take it as a cue to follow suit. But the protracted moment passes, thankfully, and Nori heard plenty of screaming, but nothing that sounded like people dying.

There's dirt and dust and broken rock everywhere when the rumbles quiet and cease, though; she stands and messily brushes her face off, and that's when she calls out to the rest of the room. "Everyone okay? Is anyone hurt or trapped? Make some noise, let us know you're not dead!"

ten_fwd_npcs

"Welcome, everyone, to geothermal field two-nine-one," Dr. Johanna Sk'Amor says, once everyone has gathered in the entryway.

The shuttlebay the group has just left is behind them, while the large entrance to the facility is directly ahead. The building is quite spacious, and despite the high volume of visitors no one is cramped for space while standing here. It's like a museum lobby, with fixtures in the center of the room and wings on either side. While the design is not as bright and clean as the Enterprise, the high ceilings and white walls give a feeling of spaciousness. To the right is the main observation room, where the convex wall making up one full corner of the drilling facility is primarily floor-to-ceiling windows. The vistas beyond are stunning: tall, grey mountains and low valleys, all covered with snow. To the left is a winding staircase that leads to an upper level, and beyond that are several labs.

"This is one of five scientific outposts located on Alemar III," the doctor continues. "At one time we had seven, but two have been destroyed by earthquakes. Alemar III is highly geologically active, so our remaining facilities have been reinforced to withstand even the most devastating natural disasters. There's nothing to worry about, our engineers are some of the best in the quadrant, but if you feel some tremors while you look around just keep in mind that this is normal.

"Two of our outposts are at the polar north and south of the planet, while the other three, this one included, are evenly spread across the globe. Our staff is small, only about ten scientists and five archaeologists, and enough engineers to keep everything in working order. In all, the entire planet only has about ninety occupants at any given time. It's rare that we're able to entertain guests.

"If you'll follow me, I'll show you some of the work we accomplish here."

[ooc: This post is open to those who signed up for our game plot only! As it's being run party post style, all characters are encouraged to tag in and mingle; since teams have not been divided yet, any participating character can tag anyone else, you don't have to stick only to those on your teams. You may also tag in as many top level threads as you choose if you're doing the full tour, just be sure your character ends up in the room where their team will be positioned for the rest of the plot (for those who will be divided in the mines due to cave-ins, the main mine connects to many other rooms and alcoves, so simply tag in under the Main Mine subheading and have your characters move around the different passageways to explore. Wherever rocks fall, that's where the rooms will be divided). Threadhopping and backtagging are encouraged! This post will remain open for as long as it takes all characters to tag in.]

scarred_grin

There are a few ways to get away with doing something you're pretty sure you're not supposed to be doing. There's sneaking around in the shadows, of course, but where's the style in that? Be bold. Be brazen--no, that won't work. This isn't brass, it's copper. Cupric? Horrorshow.

See, synthehol's all well and good, but... come on. He's fire. He's from a people for whom alcohol was something of a muse, something of a sacrament--remember the mead of poetry? He won't settle for the fake stuff anymore. So he and Sigga have made their room into a proper alchemy lab, to turn corn mash into liquid gold.

Moonshine, that is. White lightning. Tennessee tea... that's actually something else, but the point remains.

But the opening on the replicator in their room isn't big enough to get a still out in one piece, while the one in Ten Forward, being designed for higher-volume usage, is. Which is why Loki's here today, completely unsubtle: with boots, jeans, a faded t-shirt that proclaims Sin-Eaters Local #3, stubble, smudged eyeliner, and bed-hair currently covered by a young fox cub whose fur matches his hair perfectly. From the neck up, he's level as a pageant queen, so as not to dislodge his passenger; from the neck down he's got the walk of a beautiful woman in a film noir who is probably up to no good at all. It works.

"I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife--it's lonely out in space on such a tiii-iiiiii-iiimeless flight," he sings, mostly to himself as he heads for the replicator. "Sweetie-darling, make us an alembic? Specification program: Laufeyson 2-A. Oh, I would kiss you if I thought you had the sensors to enjoy it."

Ten-gallon copper pot still, onion-shaped, complete with a roll of tubing which he slings over his shoulder. He's heading for the door with his spoils, but he's interceptable.

Current Location: ten forward

stark_spangled

There is a female Captain America on this ship from an alternate dimension.

His partner of the last two years has informed him she's actually 86 years old.

He's been running along the Volga River, Russia, in 1936, and racing motorcycles through places he's never seen before, all without leaving the ship.

His best friend (deceased) has arrived, a POW for the last seventy years thanks to HYDRA, and they've done things to him that have left him changed.

There's no way off this ship.

Steve's at the heavy bag in the gymnasium, the same place he's been for the last two and a half hours. It gives him somewhere to think, something to do, a goal to accomplish in some fancy tin can where he's about as useless as a white crayon. His mind keeps rolling back to Bucky, stuck on repeat, wondering if it's his fault, his dimension, his timeline, his world, just wondering if he left his best friend to die.

'For years... There has always been a mission. How do you sit still on this ship and do nothing?'

His blows fall harder, angrier, until the heavy bag comes off its chain with a sickening creak.

[ooc: Steve's working out some stuff, but I promise he's totally approachable. He won't try to murderate you. Honest. ^^; Grey text is taken from this thread.]

Current Mood: pensive
Current Location: Deck Twelve: Gymnasium

electro_kinetic

There's a Noriko in the holodeck; she's wearing just a simple--but eye-searing--yellow hoodie and shorts, but she's making good time running laps around a replica of the school. The basketball court, the gardens, the cemetery, even the big mansion house they all live in makes for a good infield, in a manner of speaking, and about a mile and a half circuit.

She's already breaking a sweat, but ignoring both that and the time in favor of the pounding music drumming in her ears.

Feel free to interrupt or run with her.

thelasttimelord

The Doctor is at a table in Ten Forward, idly staring at a chip on the end of his fork.

Days keep passing here without anything changing. That room. The Tardis. This situation. The unchanging answers and non-answers to the ever growing pile of questions, and temporal captives.

It's not even that he's specifically hungry, as he twists the fork absently between his finger and thumb, turning the chip in midair. The Enterprise is a stunning ship, but even a facsimile of a chip that Rose was impressed tasted just like home still tastes like a brand new creation of something that was never a potato to him.

Current Location: Deck 10; Section 1: Ten Forward

do_your_duty

Aeryn still doesn't like any of this. Any of it.

But she did discover the martial arts area of the gymnsaium.

So today she's disliking it with a sheen of sweat, solid foot work and several hard, full out, punches into a bag.

Current Location: Deck 12; The Gymnasium

waco_jim

Jim's been telling you this joke for what seems like forever now. Maybe you were curious. Maybe you asked him for it. Or maybe he sprung it on you - poor, unsuspecting you, who had no idea what you were about to witness. Whatever the case, for the last twenty minutes, he has been spinning an epic tale of murder, incest, genital mutilation, coprophilia, necrophilia, taco salad, and every other manner of depravity that could ever be envisioned by man (plus a few you rather wish man hadn't thought of). He's been telling it quite enthusiastically, too. Who knew there were so many hand gestures to indicate things getting shoved into other things?

"...And I hate to tell ya, but there were a LOT of survivors in Cleveland that day.

"Now the agent is just stunned, he can't even say anything. Then finally he says 'That was incredible. I don’t even know what you'd call an act like that!"

"'I call it...the Aristocrats!'"

He spreads his arms with a flourish and smiles expectantly. Feel free to react accordingly.

electro_kinetic

So the thing Noriko is not great with when faced is, actually, free time. She's so used to spending all of her time doing: fighting, preparing, working, studying. She's not used to being so...free. To being so confined, either, but that's another matter.

When your option for outside is a vast nothingness of void that'll make you freeze, die, and explode simultaneously, you get used to the whole indoors deal.

Unfortunately the solution for boredom is a whole lot harder to come by, which is why she's got a stack of brightly colored origami papers in front of her, and a fair few premade pieces set off to the side. While it all comes together she'll be happy--more or less--to explain what she's actually making.

ten_fwd_npcs

This again. Lieutenant Worf is thrilled to have even more riffraff aboard. He had hoped Q's interference would have been dealt with by this point, and the influx of strange and... disagreeable passengers stopped. So it is with aggravation that he gathers the new "guests" together in Ten Forward to instruct them on correct behavior and protocols now that they have been released from quarantine. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, so he will handle this in the honorable way.

As he has already done this once, he has a prepared speech:

"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.

"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.

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

Deck 04, Room #2740, Cargo Hold 7 - KITT (the vehicle)

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0727 - Sinthia Schmidt and Gaila betIlley
Room # 0731 - Bucky Barnes and James Bond
Room # 0732 - Mr. Gold and Jonas Quinn
Room # 0733 - Waco Kid and Haruto Souma
Room # 0734 - Ashida Noriko and Amanda
Room # 0735 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0736 - Jack Harkness and Julian Bashir
Room # 0737 - Terzen T'Karr and Rory Williams
Room # 0738 - The Sundance Kid and Genesis
Room # 0739 - The Doctor and Rose Tyler
Room # 0740 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0741 - Seamus Harper

Deck 08, Section 1A - Doctor Oggurobb Hutt

"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: Open log 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.]

zerocharliexray

Zinda's managed to wheedle the replicators into giving her some slacks and shirts (she's still not quite sure what kind of blue jeans to ask for -- Helena and Dinah both favor the kind that sit so low on their hips Zinda's sure they'll fall right off if they're not glued on), but she's back in uniform today, humming to herself as she strides along the corridor towards Ten Forward, whistling half the chorus and singing the rest under her breath as her boots keep the rhythm.

"Do doo, do doo...the boogie-woogle bugle boy of Company B."

Maybe Steph's around, or that fine Captain who was so pleasant after he holstered his gun, but Zinda? She's up for company of just about any kind.

As long as she can get a drink during it.

ten_fwd_npcs

New guests have arrived on the Enterprise, and that means Lieutenant Worf and his security detail are busy once again bringing them to see Dr. Crusher. Sickbay 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. All of the medical personnel, in fact, look harmless. Well, perhaps excluding the sun avatar, but Trance Gemini is as skilled as the Starfleet officers.

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

Probably.

[ooc: Same rules as before: 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 Julian Bashir, Bones McCoy, Trance Gemini, and Beverly Crusher on deck, so if you have a preference please specify it in the subject line of 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.]

just_a_chemical

Eleanor has never really cared about fashion. Her mother's utilitarian philosophies leave little room for vanity; and anyway, ten years into the fall of her city, all their clothes are looted from the apartments of the dead. Nightgowns aren't as fitted, so they don't get outgrown as quickly, and they weren't as valuable a target for looters in years past, so they're the entirety of her wardrobe at home.

But the ship is cooler and less humid than the Persephone Correctional Facility, and she'd wanted to blend in better, not walk around barefoot in a nightgown all the time; so she'd asked the replicator to give her something that young people here would wear.

Big mistake.

What it vomited forth is so bad, it has actually made her have an opinion on fashion. The trousers are unremarkable, but the sweater looks like--well, like sheep had become too expensive, too demanding of resources, that scientists had started engineering clothing out of fungus, grown to order. If she hadn't gotten it from a replicator, she'd be sure that was the case, but surely wool fibers aren't more demanding to replicate than fungus.

Is this how they make their young people enlist, by offering them the choice between uniforms or this? Were the designers aiming for a strange organic beauty? Because splicer tumors have a strange organic beauty. This is just ugly. It's warm, which is why she's still wearing it, but it's so, so ugly.

And to make it even worse, three different people in the hallways mistook her for some boy she's never met. Either that or Wesley is just the local word for terrible dresser.

One moody teenager, slouched at a table in Ten Forward with a glass of cola and half a grilled peanut butter and apple sandwich she's not eating.

[picture bubble wrap rendered in brownish yarn. Ugly, ugly sweater. Feel free to laugh.]

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!]]

magicsprice

When the crimson curtain that had eclipsed his sight left it, the sight that he beheld before him was one he truly hadn't in the least expected. Given the fact he was capable of sight, hearing, and movement, as well as touch he found as he moved through the room to make his way to the bar, Gold had expected to find someone with the real Pandora's Box in hand and expecting his arrival from it. He had also expected a far more familiar setting as well.

The lack of the Box's presence coupled with the strange sight around him, served to render him rather lost in appearance for the first several seconds until he'd decided it wouldn't do to show just how lost and overwhelmed he currently was. Whether or not he was truly free of the prison he'd previously been in, it wouldn't do to let anyone think he might be an easy mark due to his lack of familiarity with his new surroundings. A look at the windows decided him that the people or better yet the bar beside him was a better place to fix his sights. The view beyond the windows was a bit unsettling with the endless darkness with specks of light, much like a night sky, and while that in itself wasn't upsetting, the lack of a proper horizon beyond the window was. Thus for the time being, he settled on observing his current surroundings and those within it to get better used to the strangeness so he didn't react in such a way that immediately showed that he was currently entirely too lost in his current situation. Once he wasn't feeling so out of sorts with the situation, he'd attempt to do a little information seeking about where he was and just how he had ended up here.

To those observing the man, he doesn't really look like anything special. An older human male, perhaps a bit on the small side, dressed in black crocodile leather from head to toe. Graying brown hair resting down just above his shoulders. The two things that might give a person pause though if they're observant enough. One the look in the man's brown eyes suggests that he's far older than his apparent age, that he's seen far too much, learned too much for the mere fifty years his appearance would suggest that he's lived. The other thing is perhaps a bit more noticeable, those even across the room, if they got a good view of the man, might notice that the man lacks any semblance of a shadow. No matter the light that falls on the man, there's no dark shade thrown by his body against the bar or the wall beyond.

electro_kinetic

Noriko had been in a hallway before this. She'd been mid-step down the hallway, actually, on her way to class with her bag slung across her body with her, filled with books she'd meant to catch up reading--and several more in her arms on engineering--when she was quite suddenly not.

And she suspected she was nowhere close to the Institute at all, because the room full of people here do not look a thing like the gaggle of people she'd just left. And that was disconcerting on a whole lot of levels, which is why the first view most people will get of Noriko is a human-shaped web of blue-white light that looks an awful lot like lighting--she'll be easy to see, because most of the lights in her immediate vicinity are all flickering and about to pop.

asklepian

One moment, Julian had been in Ops, speaking with Captain Sisko and the Constable about Sloan's little visit and feeling very frustrated and righteously angry.

The next moment he opened his eyes, DS9's familiar control center was nowhere in sight. And considering the day he had, he was very much not appreciative of the change in scenery.

He recognized the trappings of a Galaxy-class starship, the motion under his feet of a well-maintained ship at cruising speed, and the uniforms around him--the previous style of uniform in service on Starfleet ships of the line, not the grey-shouldered ones like he wore that were now standard issue, and it put him immediately further on-edge.

Where was he, and what on Earth was going on?

His commbadge chirruped irritably when he tapped it, not calibrated to the ship's communications system as it was. He wasn't going to be reaching anyone through it.

Time to find out what was going on the old fashioned way.

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Ten Forward Social Lounge

Intro

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Holodeck - Danger Room

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Arrival

Team 2: Systems Are Down (Part 2)

Team 2: Systems Are Down (Main Room)

[Away Mission:] Arrivals Post, Alemar III (Party Post!)

Ten Forward: Running Errands

Gymnasium | Deck 12 | At the heavy bag (OTA)

Holodeckin': Making Laps

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A Captive Audience of the Waco Kid

Origami

[Ten Forward] Rooming Assignments | Round #2

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[Sickbay]: Round Two scans and vaccines

Youth Style

Holodeck: Fight!

[Ten Forward] 1st Contract

you always know where the x-men have been...

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Ten Forward

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