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( Closed to the 10th Doctor )

( Closed to the 12th Doctor )

[open - hallways]
Well. Donna has seen some strange things, but suddenly finding herself about a space ship... Is actually one of those strange things. Maybe it is a good thing that she has, otherwise it likely would have been much like the first time, which included a lot of noise (on her part), indignation, and some very strongly worded sentences.

As it is though, she's lost, which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't too surprising. A left instead of a right, not paying as much attention as she should have, and now she's in some bloody hallway without a clue. A computer is what she needs. Or she thinks. Maybe? Of course a proper spaceship had to be all proper and she gives a loud huff, arms crossing under her chest. "Can't the bloody ship just beam me up!"

Which is not at all how it works.

not_the_question

The Doctor has a terrible secret that he has tried to keep somewhat hidden since his return.

He is older. Four point five billion years older. He might have mentioned it to a few people, but he hasn't properly explained to anyone how that all happened. "Stuck in a place" was probably as specific as he got. But the terrible truth was about to be revealed to everyone in the worst way he could imagine.

River might realise what's going on, at least in theory. But it had been very early days on Darillium when he had been forced to tell her. Even in his time now, that seems like ages ago. And for her... well... it had been substantially longer.

( No one knows they're not dreaming. Not ever. )

[ooc: The Doctor will be wandering all over the ship, thinking he is in his Confession Dial. Anyone who happens upon the Doctor will be infused into his nightmare. Some might take on the image of the Veil and others might become 'haunts' from other parts of the Doctor's life. Depending on how the Doctor incorporates your character into the dream will dictate his reaction to them. The goal, should your character choose to accept it, is to wake the Doctor. But, be aware, he believes his life is under threat from the Veil, so he is likely to do a lot of things to try to get somewhere safe. This includes but is not limited to hurting others.]

ethnobotany

Cridhe has given Beverly a lot to think about lately. They hadn't touched the topic of Trill, exactly, but they had discussed Time Lords. The concepts were too similar for Beverly to let go of, too close for her comfort. A part of her wants to lock it all away and stop thinking about it, but another part of her desperately wants to know more. Maybe if she gets more perspectives, she might finally be able to put it all behind her and move on.

It's only taken almost a decade.

Most of her time that isn't spent in sickbay lately is spent in Ten Forward, where she more or less camps out at a table with tea and a bowl of fruit. She has a couple of names to look for and is hopeful that the Doctor she met might turn up here sometime. She'd also like to talk with the one who took over sickbay not long ago for several reasons.

Either way, here she is and despite the thoughts on her mind, she's doing much better than she has been lately. She attributes that to a lot of factors, not the least of which was her daring midnight outing with Deanna on Pacifica. She has a feeling that will be making the rumor rounds and she is all right with that. Due to her better frame of mind, she is much more open to random conversation and might even offer a pleasant greeting to anyone passing by.

professorsong

"All the time we've been together, you knew I was coming here," she had said. She was right - about the library. But she was wrong, so wrong, about the Enterprise. Call it a joke of Q's. She wasn't in a laughing mood.

Professor River Song had done what she had to do. Perhaps somewhere in her mind she had always wondered if she would really do what needed to be done when it came down to it. throw herself in the way of a projectile to save him, yes. But when there was thought? When there was time for thought? She offered to give herself to save him, but hadn't she known, hadn't she always known that he wouldn't let her? That he would use the danger to her to do what he wouldn't when he had been the one at risk? She knew the Doctor. She loved the Doctor. Every form she had ever met, and the ones she only knew of as stories. She knew that to save everyone, he would give his life. Some days she didn't half wonder if he wanted to die. She didn't think she could ever love him enough to let him.

But when it was someone else taking the risk, then... ah then he would see another way clear. Another way out. Then he would come up with an impossible plan and pull it off. He did so hate to lose. So, somewhere back in the depths of her mind she wondered if she would ever have the courage not to say she was going to step between him and danger, and not to do it on instinct and emotion, but to stare death in the face and give herself to it to save him.

And now she knew. This time there was no hope for a crazy last minute plan. She knew that. And she knew he knew it. Because her journal was full. Because there was no time for another plan. For the two of them who treated space and time like a giant play yard... No. For her. For her there was no time left. So she did what she had to. She didn't say she was going to take his place, she didn't give him the chance to argue. She knocked him out, handcuffed him, and took his place. River Song worked at the controls.

But he came to too soon. He started to speak, and that... That was what he was best at. Speaking. And it was when he was speaking that he could do anything, save anyone. But not this time. She wouldn't let him, because the alternative was that he would die. And she would not let him. So she spoke. She took his death from him, and she took his trick. In the end, she learned from the Doctor in the most important ways.

The words were still on her lips. Her last words. They were meant to be her last words. "Hush now, spoilers," she had said, she still tasted the words. She closed the connection as the timer ticked down. There would be no more running. And no chance for him to stop her, to take her place. Tears fell from her eyes as the world went white.

Energy filled her, used her, passed through her. She wouldn't scream. She refused. She wouldn't do that to him. Spoilers. Her last word, the last he would hear. He carried too much pain, he hated goodbyes. But she could give him this.

But when the white faded, she wasn't dead. She felt like she should be. She wasn't in the library. She was in a hallway in a space ship she didn't know. And she was alone. No Doctor. She hadn't done it. Or rather... he had. He had saved her somehow. And he could be dead himself for it. But the pain. Oh... the pain.

She was no longer wired into the chair. She was in her space suit, hands wrapped around her journal and her sonic. She had other things with her as well, but with the pain this was all she could feel. A worn leather journal. A Sonic screwdriver. And pain.

and_she_waited

On Valentine's Day, one can enter a lounge on a spaceship docked outside a beautiful blue jewel of a planet (which can clearly be seen out the windows), and see that it's been made over with candles and linen tablecloths and red rose centrepieces. It's not anything as grand as Q would do. Amy is using the romance of the room: the windows looking out on Pacifica, soft lighting, and like last year she's even managed to find a trio to play music in one corner of the room: flute, cello, and violin.

Walking in, there's a sign:

♥ BLIND DATING TONIGHT, 19:00* ♥
Party to follow at 23:00*!

A ginger beauty in a red dress is standing by with a sheet of those name tags you stick on your shirt that say HELLO MY NAME IS ______ and a clipboard of seat assignments. Not all the tables are taken (the woman in charge, Guinan, insisted the room stay open for other patrons), so those meant for the blind dates have numbers tucked in the centrepieces. Amy's taken mostly tables around the outside of the room, where there is the best view of space and a little privacy.

Table 1 - Luna Lovegood & Noriko Ashida
Table 2 - Ed & Alex Rogan
Table 3 - Kale McCallum & The (10th) Doctor
Table 4 - Trever McCallum & Ishka
Table 5 - Olan'atar & T'Pol
Table 6 - General Chang & Aeryn Sun
Table 7 - Marion Scotts & Thor Odinson
Table 8 - The (12th) Doctor & Aidan Nichols
Table 9 - Islington & Merlin
Table 10 - Deanna Troi & DJ
Table 11 - Kristen Kringle & Booker DeWitt
Table 12 - Jacqueline "Jackal" Egret & Dimo
Table 13 - Bob Fraser & Cridhe
Table 14 - Grainne O'Brian & Harry Dresden
Table 15 - Thea Queen & Kitt

If your name is on her list, you'll get a name tag and a little card with your table number on it. "Here you go. The bar's open while you wait, I bribed Guinan t' have out the real stuff, so you can tell her I sent you. No gettin' carried away, though. And no funny business, you treat your date with respect or I'll have you by the ear before night's out. I'll be 'round if you need anything."

Once everyone's been checked off her list, she's going to settle at the bar and have a drink. Match-making's hard business, but each time she does it she gets a little sense of satisfaction. Once the dates are over for the evening, she's looking forward to kicking off her heels and turning this place into a dance party.

* That's 7PM and 11PM respectively!

> Going Stag top-level!
> Open Tables (OTA) top-level!
> Galentine's Day DANCE PARTY OTA top-level!
> The OOC Sign-Ups/Announcement

Current Mood: proud
Current Location: Deck 10, Forward: Lounge

not_the_question

[OOC: Since there doesn't seem to be a clear policy on how canon updates work, I sort of self-removed the Doctor from the ship for about 10 days. He doesn't expect anyone to have missed him, but if you want to play that up, please do.]

The Doctor had fallen asleep on Darillium, only to awaken in his room here on the Enterprise. To say that he was disappointed would be an understatement. Things had finally started to slide into place. He and River were going to spend their 'last night' on Darillium together. Linear time. It was going to be a challenge for both of them. But they both liked challenges. He had a sense of hope that he hadn't had in billions of years. Billions? Could that be right?

( Cut for length of set-up )

He really needed to find River. He remembered seeing her name on the list before he had... left? And if she was from the same point in time, they could just continue where Q had very rudely interrupted.

Some of those he passes, he might remember. Others not so much. His mind is a bit muddled now. But to everyone he has one question: "Excuse me, have you seen River Song?"

Because going to her room would be too easy. First he has to ascertain if anyone else has seen her. Might be him wishing too hard for her to be there, after all.

superiorcat

As a rule of thumb, Charlemagne Bolivar considered a diplomatic party a bust if he didn't get to poison at least one enemy and execute another for the deed. Reasonable Nietzschean that he was, he did not, strictly speaking, hold it against others when they stood by similar principles. He was all for a live-and-let-die universe, as long as he came out on top in the end.

That said, a shoot-out with an assassin just wasn't the same if the assassin refused to die.

One moment he stood in a corridor of the Andromda Ascendant, counting down the shots till he would have to switch to knives and bone blades, in the next there was a flash of light...

...and he was pointing his Gauss gun at a fancy blue bottle on a bar counter. Incidentally, this place looked nothing like anything he had seen on the Andromeda, though one glance at the window told him he was still in space.

He froze, thoroughly ruffled but clinging to his politician's pokerface even under impossible circumstances. The only sign betraying his agitation was the slight flaring of the three bone protrusions on his forearms. They were not quite standing up ready to be used in combat, but there was the faintest quiver to them as he fought with the instinct to flare them out and bury them in the throat of the first person to approach.

"Well," he said, his tone of voice jovial, smile bright, "this is the first time I've been kidnapped to a bar!"

trial_never_ends

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. ]

Current Location: Deck 10: Forward

pronounsarehard

Ezri sipped a mug of hot chocolate, spiced enough to satisfy Jadzia and Curzon without completely killing her own taste buds. Balance. She was working on it--and considering she had stopped counseling until she felt she was more in balance, that was probably a good thing. How could she help people when she couldn't help herself? She was more screwed up than most of them. Those weren't exactly wonderful qualifications in a counselor.

In order to figure out who she was, Ezri needed to re-evaulate her life, and make sure the choices she had made are still choices she would make now, as Ezri Dax. Easier said than done.

"What am I doing? Talking to myself obviously, great sign of sanity."

ro_laren

Ro was still short. She was still - biologically - 12 years old. She was still annoyed about this. She wanted to work, she did not want to be sitting around in this pathetic little body being treated like a kid. Medical was working on it, and she HOPED they were getting her DNA from her current self. The only thing to be pleased about, she supposed, was that she wasn't invited to be part of the discussions needed to obtain that sample.

She spent most of her time in her quarters, contemplating her situation. But sometimes, like now, she came to the lounge to sit with a glass of synthehol and watch people. It wasn't that she was generally a people watcher, it was that this was the one place where she knew her only friend here was. She wasn't going to bother Guinan, knowing how busy she must be with Q playing his little petty games across the ship, but just being near... well... Ro wasn't used to comfort or getting her way, at least she was here. That was something.

There were moments that... that she almost wanted to talk to Geordi. If she had ever had a second friend on the ship, he was about as close as they came. But... But where Guinan could accept her for who she was, and what she claimed, she rather doubted LaForge could. Guinan was Guinan. No one else was like her.

So Ro sat in the too tall for her chair, legs swinging under her, as she watched the room and sipped her drink.

not_the_question

The Doctor and Cridhe had been getting to know each other. He had been teaching her how to use contractions. But more importantly, they had been learning just how Cridhe's abilities have been limited or not by the ring. Today, they're in the Enterprise Gardens.

"Very well, Doctor. But give me some direction. What would you like to see?"

The Doctor smiles fondly at her. "You know what I want to see."

She rolls her eyes, but there is a hint of mirth in her tone. "I'm not going to try to manifest all of the Gardens from the Box at once. Pick a place."

The Doctor clears his throat. "Even so, you know what I want to see."

Her face falls slightly. "I don't want to bring you pain."

He shakes his head, a small smile still toying at his lips. "Being where we are. I think it would be more comfort than anything. Just try."

Cridhe nods her ascent and moves over to one of the trees. She closes her eyes and touches it. The green leaves transformed into silver. Then she touches the ground near the roots of the tree and it too changed colours: becoming a firery red. She seems to draw something in the air and the sky becomes a burnt-orange colour and two orbs of sunlight appear.

Within a few minutes the entirity of the Enterprise gardens have transformed into a foreign landscape. Well, foreign to some. Anyone who has ever been to Gallifrey will recognise the environment quiet readily.

The Doctor smiles at her. "Not as good as what you can do on the Box, I can actually feel the heat from the suns there."

"Well, the mechanics are entirely different. Unfortunately, this is the equivalent of children's make-believe."

The Doctor catches a hint of defensiveness to her tone. "Oh! I hadn't meant... Cridhe, this is... More than I thought you'd be able to do."

She nods once, accepting his correction.

He grins as he looks around. "How long can you sustain it before you need a break?"

She shakes her head. "No idea."

"Of course. You wouldn't know yet. Well, don't over do it. Stop when you need to."

She held her hand out to him. "Come on."

"What?"

"Well, it would be a waste if we didn't try to enjoy it. Let's lie in the grass."

The Doctor didn't need a second invitation. Both of them picked a spot and stretched out on their backs enjoying the environment for however long it lasted.

[OOC: if your character doesn't want to see the Gallifreyan landscape, that's fine! I have a ready-made explanation for why some people can see it and others can't. (Besides, might be kind of fun to come across two people spread out in the middle of the Enterprise Gardens as if they didn't have a care in the world XD)

If I didn't make it clear enough, Cridhe's speech/actions are in blue (because it's only right) and the Doctor's/narration are in black. Feel free to come and approach them at any point. I didn't set a timeline on this, so feel free to pick what's convenient for your character. I'm handwaving that they'll be doing this several times between now and Christmas.]

tea_earlgrey_hot

It is very probable as you went about your day on the Enterprise that you ran across a flier inviting you to a special event. It's not often Captain Picard indulges in such recreational activities, but a certain member of staff has been encouraging him to be less standoffish, and more welcoming to the displaced guests aboard his vessel. A Captain's duties are never complete.

Holodeck 2, located on Deck 11, opens up on a crisp fall evening in San Francisco, California, in the autumn of 1941...

You enter an office with Dixon Hill's name on the door. Inside, his lovely young secretary, Madeline, greets you with a smile and a smart city-girl accent.

"You must be one of Dix's new 'associates'," she singsongs. "Go on inside, Cutie. Dix is just playing with his cute young private dick."

She winks to bring the double entendre home, and gathers up her pocketbook. "Me? I've got a hot date with my fella, so you be sure Dix behaves himself. See you in the morning!"

As she scoots out, you head through the interior door with the frosted glass panel, straight into Dixon Hill's private office...

Current Location: Deck 11: Holodeck 2

dark_lady_sariss

Who: Sariss, OTA [ESPECIALLY to SW types]
Where: Darkened corridors
When: During Halloween Event
Warnings: Probably none, other than a dark jedi somewhat on the loose.

( Strangeness in a strange place )

abyssum_invocat

"Ich will nach hause gehen. Je veux rentrer à la maison. Voglio andare a casa. Я хочу домой. Yo quiero ir a casa. I want to go home."

The repeated phrase is coming from the young girl of perhaps eight, perhaps younger, it's difficult to tell given the way she's folded up in front of one of the wide windows in the Ten Forward Lounge. Sinthia is pointedly not looking out at the amazing vista past the glass with stars spread out in every direction like a spangled carpet, and instead is concentrating on the tablet sitting on her knees, running through every translation language it will give her, at least the ones pronounceable to humans.

She has her chin and mouth half-buried in the synthetic stuffed hide of a plush wolf toy--to the optimist or those unfamiliar with her it might, possibly, be a dog--around which is wound an equally stuffed and soft snake, mouth gaping and showing cotton-covered foam fangs. The toys are a poor substitute for what she thinks the real things look like, but since she's not come across any half-frost-giant monstrous children in her life, they'll have to do.

It might be good if someone bothered her.

ten_fwd_npcs

Classes for adults and children are now being held every day on Deck 14. The weekly schedule for September's syllabus is posted below. [Classes are OTA unless otherwise specified.]

[example of a youth class]

Itinerary/Subjects
Archery, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Ballet, Room #0916 *
Catching up to the 24th Century, Classroom #1
Creative Writing, Classroom #3
Earth History and Archaeology, Classroom #4
Earth Languages, Room #0914 *
English & Poetry (Youth), Classroom #3
English & Poetry (Adult), Classroom #3
Federation Primer, Classroom #1
Geology, Classroom #5
Kenpo, Room #0918
Krav Maga, Room #0918 *
Melee Combat Basics, Room #0918
Mixed Martial Arts, Room #0918
Multiverse Primer, Classroom #1
Physical Education (Youth), Room #0918
Physical Education (Adult), Room #0918
Ranged Combat Basics, Room #0918
Scuba Diving, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Self Defence, Room #0918
Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Classroom #6
Surviving the Wilderness, Classroom #7
Warp Theory & Starship Tech, Classroom #10
Working with Chakra, Classroom #7
Xenoanthropology, Classroom #8
Advanced Xenolinguistics, Classroom #6

* [ One-on-one tutoring is available by request in ballet, krav maga, cooking, and a range of Earth languages. For a complete listing, see the OOC Post. You can request tutoring by replying to the comment offering the relevant subject in that post. ]

Class Schedule

( Behind the cut! )

Staff
Bob Fraser (Surviving the Wilderness)
Emma Frost (Physical Education (Youth), Physical Education (Adult), Self-Defence (Substitute))
Fatima Merali (Multiverse Primer)
Geordi La Forge, Lt. Cmdr. (Warp Theory & Starship Tech)
H.G. Wells (Creative Writing, Earth Languages (French), Kenpo)
Hugh Cambridge, Lt. (Catching up to the 24th Century, Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Xenoanthropology)
Jonas Quinn (Earth History & Archaeology)
Kale McCallum (Ranged Combat Basics)
Kate Barlow (English & Poetry (Youth), English & Poetry (Adult))
Lorna Dane (Geology)
Mack Gerhardt (Mixed Martial Arts)
Minoru (Working With Chakra)
Sam Bowe (Melee Combat Basics (Substitute), Mixed Martial Arts, Surviving the Wilderness (Substitute))
Steve McGarrett (Scuba Diving, Self-Defence)
Terzen T'Karr, Lt. Cmdr. (Federation Primer, Warp Theory & Starship Tech (Substitute), Advanced Xenolinguistics)
Thea Queen (Archery)
Trever McCallum (Melee Combat Basics)
Ziva David (Ballet, Earth Languages (Italian), Krav Maga)

[ooc: Please note, the School is currently a once-a-month post; all times listed are for IC purposes. Teachers will post in with a comment for their class, and students can then tag in to thread at any stage for classes held at any point in the month.

To sign up to teach, or to add your character as a regular student of a class, see the OOC post here. The next School post will be on October 26th.]

lucie_bleeding_miller

Lucie Miller stepped out of the holodeck, flushed and with a sheen on her skin. Being stuck on the Enterprise wasn't fun, but at least the holodeck was pretty interesting. And a girl has to maintain her figure, after all, especially since there's been a lot less running now than there ever had been with the Doctor before. So a jog along a path through the Alps today; tomorrow, yoga on a beach in the Bahamas. It's all fake, of course, not like actually going there in the TARDIS, but at least it's pretty.

Now, back to her quarters for a quick shower before poking around a bit more and seeing what else she could learn. She was hoping to find out more about Q, so she could defeat him. No one's all-powerful and omnipotent. The more they claim they are, the bigger their ultimate weakness proved to be. Of course, she also was hoping he'd show his face near her one of these days. She desperately needed to give the trickster a piece of her mind.

Lucie made her way through the hallways towards her quarters.

adooronceopened

She should be dead. She should be... but she wasn't. How could she possibly be alive? She took a deep breath, feeling easy breath enter her lungs for the first time in years. She could breathe easily, which was perhaps a surprise, though if she wasn't dead, perhaps it shouldn't have been. She looked all around her and then down at herself. She was... wearing the gown she had worn from when the Doctor had broken through the mirror and saved her from being beheaded.

She turned this way and that, feeling the familiar weight on her bones. She took a deep breath, relishing in the air feeling her lungs so deeply it ached. How was this possible? Was this the Doctor's doing? Could he do something that impossible? Was this heaven, perhaps? She pressed a hand to her hip, trying to keep calm. She didn't know where she was, certainly, but that didn't mean panicking would allow her to think any clearer.

The Doctor wasn't here, so then, this might not be his doing. This place lacked the beauty of the palace. Calm yourself, Reinette. She kept telling herself. As she looked around, well, to be honest, she had never seen something like this place before. As she gazed about, she noticed the vast windows gazing out into...

She picked up her skirts and hurried over to a window, gazing out. Stars? Beautiful and... and so much closer. Had the Doctor been able to keep his promise?

Oh, but how? So many questions and so little time... or perhaps now she had all the time in the world. Everything seemed so strange. A brief jolt of fear shot up her spine and wrapped around her brain. What if this was the ship of those monsters? Had they truly succeeded in getting her at last? If that were true, then she would have to be very careful and find some way back home, even if it meant her death on the slow path once more.

Perhaps that was the strangest part of all. She could still remember being so bone weary and exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open. She remembered the king holding her hand, staying by her side as she could barely lift herself out of bed. So what was all this then? Where was the tiredness? Where was the exhaustion? She looked back out the window, alone in such a strange room. Reinette needed to think clearly, needed to understand just what was happening. She'd need to find someone to speak to and ask where she was, and for that matter, what year was it. Everything after that would take... time, would take planning. But she could do very little when everything was so unclear. Perhaps even his majesty was here?

She yearned for a friendly face, or at least, a helpful one.

At the sound of movement, she stood up and brushed the front of her gown. Carefully, she placed a calm, collected, and pleasant expression on her face, slipping the familiar mask on. As a courtier, it was easy enough to do, and frantic screaming and pleading was not at all going to endear her to whomever her captors might be. She glided over to the person and inclined her head.

"I beg your pardon," she started, not sure how she would be treated here. "But I am in need of assistance. I am afraid I am a bit unsure of my situation. If there is someone I should speak to, pray tell, instruct me towards their direction and I will handle things from there."

radishearring

At that moment in Ten Forward a young woman was winked into a world very different from the world she knew as a witch.

Her jeans were badly frayed, her sweater badly damaged and hanging onto a much too thin frame. Her hair was badly tangled and she was covered in cuts and bruises. She also looks like she's not slept in ages among other problems. Anyone could see something had happened before Q winkled her aboard the Enterprise but how bad was it?

But a couple of things would stand out despite the darkness: the wand currently tucked behind a few loose strands of blonde hair and especially the jewelry. Mostly since not many people would openly wear what looked to be a pair of radishes as earrings.

But when Luna Lovegood realized she was not in Malfoy Manor or even the Wizarding World her eyes seemed to regain some of that lost light. "So curious! Maybe there are crumple horned snorkacks or even moon frogs here!" she weakly giggled. But she kept a very wary eye on the scene around her, a Death Eater could be lurking around any corner ready to hurt her once again (she was skittish but with very good reason). Thankfully she knew her wand was within reach but her wrist was also killing her pain wise.

She did eventually whisper,"Harry? Ron? Hermione? Anyone here?"

orions_shadow

1: In the brig

Engineering was in chaos this morning. Security was called and uncouth words were spoken as a sudden new arrival fell from the catwalk above the engines. There's not a whole lot you can do when you're in the middle of work and suddenly, surprise, an earth predator! Thankfully nobody was hurt but the chaos that ensued forced the lead engineer on duty to bring up a force field in the hall once the creature escaped engineering to prevent it from advancing any further. It took two shots of a phaser on stun to take him down, which was more than impressive.

The creature awoke on the cot inside of brig cell #2, dazed and confused. He ended up hiding under the cot almost immediately afterwards. And so there he'd stay until someone came to either study him or haul him off to some crazy experiment.

2:Guest Quarters

Nobody, having seen Shadow's intelligence after the incident could ethically keep him locked up. Things had calmed down, the panic subsiding, and he agreed to be escorted to a guest quarters where he could rest and acclimate better to his surroundings. Some of the security offers were relieved that Q hadn't just brought aboard a little monster, but instead just a humanoid creature scared out of his little mind.

So once he was in his 'quarters', he took it to himself to find a place where he could watch everyone else or the door, but also have a fair amount of security. For now, it was the corner of the couch, laying sprawled out like a common cat and staring at the door or his bunk mate. He was not feeling secure enough to be the first to strike up conversation.

3: Ten Forward

And so he braves the outside world, outside of the quarters, that is. Venturing out into the hall but swiftly being directed to the only place he could actually go to. Up to the bar. Great, he could get something to take the edge off, right? Maybe. Who knew if they had stupid laws like they did in the Americas here on this-- It's a freakin' bloody space ship. How'd he get sucked into outer space? Never mind.

Either way he enters the bar off the turbo lift, looking scruffy and battle worn. His clothes, a red hoodie with black patches off a durable material was torn and fraying at the seams. His pants, which were short cut, ending at his calves, were in a similar condition. For anyone else either he didn't care about his appearance, or only owned one pair of clothes and they were well worn. That latter, was the truth of course.

He saunters up to the bar, blinking at the bartender. "Got any bailies?" He quandaries, then glancing over at the replicator. That was a thing...

meimeimechanic

Kaylee half stumbles out of the door to the quarters she shares with Simon, swearing as she rights herself quick enough as she makes sure what she's carrying isn't damaged. There are things she needs to go trade for, larger than the replicator can produce for her.

Someone is clearly building something, but what that something is might not be so clear. The box of bits and pieces checked Kaylee can continue on her way to the concourse making her way through the corridors of the Enterprise.

seekingcrocodile

It's hard for him not to have anything to do around here, as unused to being idle as he is. He's been all the places in the ship that guests are allowed to go, and he's even been able to sneak into a few where guests aren't allowed to go (luckily without getting caught). He's familiar enough with the holodeck now, and has his ship programmed in nicely. He can't spend all of his time in there though, and as close to the real thing as it is, he still knows in the back of his mind that it's not real.

The one thing that bothers him more than not having anything to do is not knowing where he is. 'On board the Enterprise, somewhere in space' is not a good enough answer for him. The way he usually can get his bearings is with a sextant and a map and compass and, at night, the stars. He only has one of those things, and he knows that these stars and constellations are ones he doesn't know, but he's curious anyway, and if he can only manage to make a star chart, at least he'd have something to do.

He miraculously finds a limited supply of paper and pens at one of the stalls in the concourse, and at another one, which prides itself on supplying what it calls 'ancient Earth artifacts,' he finds a sextant and compass which will work well enough for his purposes. Better than not having either, at least.

So with these things in hand, he finds himself a spot in the arboretum, which provides the best view of the sky outside, and starts meticulously recording the patterns of the stars.

general_chang

[Klingons Boarding]

The ship shuddered under the attack, until it didn’t. But that didn’t mean that the assault was over: merely had taken a new form.

Speaking of taking new forms: a whine emerges from… somewhere. Close by, it seems. The source becomes all too clear all too quickly: angry looking Klingons, their ridges making them look even more venomous to those who didn't know of their species before they arrived on board.

They hold up their weapons at whoever they find in their way. At first it's a blaster, but very quickly, if challenged they'll switch to their blades, one a short, ugly dagger, the other a long graceful two handed weapon that could cut off heads.

[Shield Repair]

The only way to keep the Klingons out is to make sure the shields are back up. It was a top priority and volunteers were welcome to try.

[Fighting with Chang]

The Klingons had a destination and that was where Chang was. Chang was waiting for them. He fights hard and with a blade that's much like the two handed weapons the Klingons have, but it's old and tempered. The effect on the other Klingons is marked, however, there's tones of veneration. Not that it calms them in any way, in fact, their attack seems all the more voracious for it.

[ooc: Shield Repair is led by Geordi, so wait until Gabby starts the thread for that before you reply!]

Current Mood: infuriated

not_the_question

This Doctor had been getting settled in on board the Enterprise - well as much as he can. He still baulks at the jabs he had to be given, but since they didn't contain anything that was harmful to him, he allowed for them.

Now, he has an agenda. He knows the TARDIS is somewhere on board and now that he has a map and listings, he's going to go there to find it.

( A: Plot Locked to Trever and his Cat )

B: TARDIS Cargo hold Plot: Open To All
After his adventure with Trever and his cat, the Doctor finally arrives at the cargo hold that is marked as containing the TARDIS. He sonics his way in (whether or not that was necessary) and looks around. Some of the items look familiar and others seem alien - even to him - which is saying something. It isn't long before he sees the TARDIS, standing there in all her glory. He confidently strides towards her. When he gets there, he gives a loving stroke to her. "Hello, Old Girl. Now, let's see about getting out of here."

( C: Plot Locked to Thea )

{{OOC: I'm happy to backtag however long people are interested in playing with these plots.}}

ten_fwd_npcs

If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.

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

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

[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. 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. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

Current Location: Section 23 Baker, Room 1631: Sickbay

Ten Forward Social Lounge

closed & open

Hauted by inner demons - OTA Forward dated to early hours Friday

hello from the other side ( open )

A very violent reentry - OTA - Spoilers for the 10th doctor's era

Valentine's Day Blind Dates Party Post + Galentine's Day Dance!

How long is a night on Darillium? (OTA)

It's not a party if... nobody gets kidnapped? / open

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

(no subject)

OTA - Still A Small Problem

Enterprise Gardens Transformed: 2-for-1 OTA

[Halloween Event:] Dixon Hill's Murder Mystery Party!

Forces beyond dark and light [OTA]

(no subject)

[School]: Classes Have Now Begun

Post-Workout (For meeting the 12th Doctor, but open to anyone else, too)

OTA: Ten Foward

From Malfoy Manor To Outer Space? (OTA, TW for torture and its effects)

In the jungle...

[ota]

I climbed aboard their starship | Open

Klingons Onboard

Intro-ish Post (With Options)

[Sickbay]: Round Fourteen Scans and Vaccinations

Ten Forward

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