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In a way, Pike was glad that Kirk was no longer on the Enterprise. He was sure, once he managed to get his holodeck project up and running, the only person that would be using it more than him would be Kirk. Sure, Picard's Enterprise was nice, but in Pike's opinion, it paled in comparison to his own ship.

When the Holodeck doors opened, Pike was greeted by the sights and sounds of the Enterprise he captained for much less time than he originally thought. It was almost perfect, aside from the smell, but how does one program a smell into a computer program?

If anyone wandered into the holodeck, they'd find one very nostalgic Pike looking out of the 'viewscreen' at his favorite part of the solar system, Saturn and it's rings.

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

kittened

There is a soft pop that can be heard in Ten forward. Felicity can be seen standing in the middle of the lounge looking somewhat stunned. This wasn't right. Her heart sank as she looked around nothing looking familiar to her at all. What was going on?

"No! This isn't right... No No No!" She shook her head. "Where is Oliver Queen? I need to save him. It's important. Please anyone?"

She is supposed to be in the ATOM suit now, she almost had him.... Oh God... what would happen now?

original_fine

( Jim )

( Tony )

[ooc: Feel free to encounter either in Ten Forward or any of the quarantine areas. Just leave who you want and where in the subject heading. Once room assignments are given, I'll update with that info as well so as not to be all over the place. I'm pretending I haven't played here before, or at least, they won't remember being here as it was so brief.]

whistles_loudly

The Holodeck was something that his own Enterprise, and any other ship he served on for that matter was lacking. Back where he was from, things like gyms were what people used for physical activity, firing ranges were still used to hone your skills with a phaser, and nothing like a horse was allowed on a starship.

One hundred years and an alternate timeline later, all that changed.

So, here was Pike, dressed in his usual horse riding outfit, jeans, a tshirt, cowboy boots and hat, in a very nicely reproduced version of just outside Mojave, California, on a brown horse that looked very much like his old friend back home, Tango.

If he didn't know better, Chris would swear all this was real.

tea_earlgrey_hot

The Enterprise arrived at Starbase 4077 not long ago. Not much has been revealed to Picard on the rank or status of his guests other than that they will be beamed aboard within the hour. He still does not like the circumstances, but he is prepared to meet them with dignity.

Which is why he has chosen to wear his dress uniform.

(And before anyone decides to quip with "emphasis on dress!" he'll have you know the latest incarnation has been shortened by several inches and is now worn with standard-issue uniform pants. Players pls.)

While he waits for Transporter Room 1 to call him once his guests are ready to board, he settles in his ready room. His usual cup of earl grey tea is ordered from a replicator with specific instructions on temperature, and once he has gathered the cup in hand he sits and sips it quietly — and then, quickly and with rather less decorum, he spits the tea back out. "What?"

He glares at his cup as though it has betrayed him, and in a way it has. The tea is undrinkable. He fussily orders another, and it too is the same. Bitter, sour, frankly revolting. "What is the matter with this thing?"

It tastes like ... ah, yes. Leola bark tea. Whatever cruel fate would replace his earl grey with this is — no, not fate. Person.

"Kirk," Picard mutters, setting the new cup down and storming out of his ready room. It was not that long ago, fresh from his second stint in the brig, that Kirk had been caught tampering with the replicators in Ten Forward trying to override their programming to provide real alcoholic beverages. A completely childish stunt, when he could have received alcohol from Guinan. But it was the principle of the thing, wasn't it? Buck the rules, cause trouble, a stir, once more challenge his command — well, he will see a stop to this if it is the last thing he does.

Which is how Picard ends up in Ten Forward in his dress uniform, face tight with frustration, gazing about to locate the renegade captain.

"Whomever is responsible for reprogramming the replicators to produce Leola bark tea, I expect you to come forth immediately," he calls into the crowd. "Or anyone who can give me the location of Captain Kirk."

daddykirk

------ >> Arrival - Ten Forward

( Warning! non-graphic detailing of blood, lacerations/cuts and 1st degree burns; cut just in case )

------ >> Post Sickbay - Observation Lounge

Healed and cleared, George.... feels out of sorts. And not just because he's survived a collision of deathly and epic proportions or even because he crash landed in a lounge filled with people, but because this isn't his world—this isn't his time. For the third time in his life words are difficult to produce although that isn't to say he goes out of his way to avoid talking to others. He isn't rude to people who want to talk but he's new and new is easy to avoid, especially when that friendly nature of his is muted, smothered in worry.

Thoughts are heavy and sapping, appetite for food lessened and for sleep grown, all while his heart aches constantly in his chest. And somehow that's all easier than the alternative; finding out what happened that day. So being alone is easier. Or trying to be is, anyway. Observation decks aren't private, after all, and only some people don't get tired of looking at the wonder that is space after a time.

George Kirk is one of them and he sits, reclined, his head tilted as he looks out to the glittering black. It was nothing like they ever had on the Kelvin, or even the stations he'd been at before then, and it's nothing short of spectacular. Maybe that's what steals his action today, makes him still and calm. Maybe it's enough for an easy conversation with someone this time.

caelus

It's been a hell of a few weeks. Month? Little over? You know, he's not even really sure. Jim has had a hell of a time since getting here. His suddenly very much alive sort of girlfriend (ex?) being here, which he's cool with, but---wow he's already had that breakdown thanks. Admiral Pike is here---that breakdown is still forthcoming. Let's not even bring up the fight with Khan that ended with both of them brigged for a while. Then there was Q dicking around with everyone with his brand of practical jokes that had Jim letting Khan out of the brig of his own volition, and putting a few crewman into Sickbay. But he's gonna just pretend feelings aren't real things that you, you know, feel.

Spock would be proud, if it didn't mean his method of coping with his not!feelings were to find something to drink that isn't that synthehol crap.

So, he heads into the lounge, and over to the replicator. He's tapping away at the controls, trying to avoid speaking to it directly cause he doesn't want to announce what he's doing to the entire lounge. Kind of defeats the purpose of stealth. He gets an angry sounding noise from it when he tries something, raises a brow, and shakes his head.

"Okay, fine." They can do this hard way. Jim is totally okay with that. "You're gonna give me what I want, or I'm going to rewrite every subroutine you have."

[as promised: jim is hacking the replicator for real alcohol. feel free to help out by way of lookout or whatnot. gaila will be helping him out, so if you would like her to be involved when you tag in, just tag in on their top-level comment. from then the tagging order will go jim + gaila + your character = SHENANIGANS. if not, just tag in for jim, and we'll have ourselves some wacky fun. cool either way.

also, as a note: ash will be scarce because of rl/homework type things, so please bear with a bit of slow/delay on tags.]

ten_fwd_npcs

It's not very often a passenger is taken to Deck 33, and for good reason. Deck 33 is where the brig is located. If you're unlucky enough to find yourself there, you'll notice that there are security officers standing guard outside the brig, as well as one stationed inside. The cells are separated by forcefield to prevent further incident between prisoners, and while it looks and sounds like there is no barrier between the cells and the room at large, there is no crossing over until the forcefields are lowered.

There have been incidents on the ship before, isolated ones and minor infractions, but this is a whole new ballgame. Q's latest game has wreaked havoc among the passengers, turning even the most polite among them into disturbers of the peace, in ways both small and — regrettably and dangerously — large. Security has been scrabbling to keep up (the ones who weren't affected by the events themselves, that is), but it's safe to say the brig has never been this full before.

Should a passenger make an inquiry after someone at one of the computer terminals, or access the directory on their PADDs, if the person they're looking for is here their location will be noted as 'BRIGGED' in bold font. Visitors are allowed entrance after they check in with the guards on duty, but no one is allowed to be alone with the prisoners. Once the prisoners are back to normal, they will be released.

Assuming they cause no further mischief, of course.

[ooc: Bit of a delayed OTA brig log for those who were requesting one. More info here.]

Current Location: Deck 33: Room #5244, Brig

caelus

Their five year mission was barely underway and Jim was already up to his eyeballs in request after request. Thankfully none of the crew seemed to be exhibiting any symptoms of what they'd been briefed on, which Jim had started calling "space crazy", and maybe ended up stabbed by an angry hypo-wielding best friend after that. But they'd double-checked and triple-checked everything after the damage was repaired from the attack from the late Alexander Marcus, and they were more than ready.

Jim was keen to get some coffee from the synthesizer, maybe a sandwich, and book it to the bridge with the metric ton of requests and work on them while on his duty shift. He managed the coffee, balanced the PADD in his hand, and was eating a piece of buttered toast (Bones could gripe at him later) as he made his way through the corridors. He was certainly looking the epitome of a starship captain there, but luckily not many people were up at this time.

He rounded a corner, nearly to the turbolift to take him to the bridge when there was a flash, and he was someplace---else. He slowed his steps, chewing slowing as he peered around the ---well, it looked like a lounge. He looked at his toast like it was somehow the culprit of this strange turn of his morning. Then he started eyeing the coffee.

It couldn't be the space crazy thing. They'd only been out here a few months. And they'd cleared him after---well, everything. It wasn't psychological. It wasn't emotional. He wouldn't let it be that. He was fine.

He shifted again, toast shoved between his teeth (he's ignoring the few glances stole his way as he stood there in his command gold shirt and black uniform slacks), and fished out his communicator from his pocket. Then he was fumbling to grab the toast out of his mouth (but took a bite first), and flipped his communicator open.

"Bones, if you put something in my coffee again to keep me from drinking so much I might actually murder you." He didn't get anything at first and frowned. "Bones?"

Okay. Okay, maybe this was something else. Something else might be annoying, but at least it was better than space crazy.

savagemind

At this hour, Ten Forward is surprisingly quiet. It's never Khan's first choice of locales - the patrons are ever-suspicious of him, and he has little interest in alcohol - but a part of him is feeling rather vindictive. The constant, unflagging security detail dogging his steps is exhausting, and he's taken to little acts of defiance, pushing at the boundaries of what he's permitted to do before he's thrown back into the brig.

Like this. Sprawled across his corner table is a number of PADDs, some displaying calculations, some text. The majority seem to be plans and schematics for various weapons; some are clearly intended for personal use, others to be mounted on starships.

Ships like the one currently rotating above a holoemitter.

The Vengeance is the Enterprise's darker sibling, hulking and brutal and beautiful. Angular where the Enterprise is sleek, armored where her sibling is bereft, the Dreadnought is a ship that is clearly built for war, not peaceful exploration. Despite this, however, there's a stark beauty in her hard lines, and as her architect and creator, Khan can't help but love her.

Which is why, at this moment, he is reviewing her armament, tweaking parameters for a deadlier weapons array. Every once in a while, he glances up to meet the watchful gaze of his security detail and offers them just a hint of challenge in the curve of his lips.

Try and stop him.

savedbylove

Emma looked around, nerves suddenly on edge. She had been about to walk into a study with Henry and Regina, and suddenly she finds herself someplace strange and new, and unlike anything she had ever seen.

And that is saying something, considering who she is, and where she comes from.

"Seriously?" She said, out loud to no one in particular.

She walked down the winding hallway, and when she paused,a door opened with a swish, and revealed a bar. It was a type of bar that Emma had never seen before.

"Where am I now?"

writes_with_digital_ink

And on the fourteenth day of Christmas, one may find an Orion programmer in the lounge-

Gaila frowns and then sighs ruefully. Well, there are reasons why she's a programmer, not a song-writer. But oh, wow, but she'd love to get that song out of her head. Thanks, whoever hijacked the PA system, thanks a lot.

(Although, honestly, if it was one of the guests, she's impressed they managed it.)

Trying not to hum, she grabs a drink from Ten Forward's bar and goes to find a couch. She has her PADD with her, and there's some coding quizzes she wants to study for, but her room was far too quiet. Ambient noise, that's the cure for quiet.

ten_fwd_npcs

It's not very often a passenger is taken to Deck 33, and for good reason. Deck 33 is where the brig is located.

Should a passenger make an inquiry to one of the computer terminals, or access the directory on their PADDs, the locations of three passengers will be noted as 'BRIGGED' in bold font, with the following statements:

MACK GERHARDT has been taken into custody for breaking quarantine, entering a restricted area, and engaging in disorderly conduct. He will be brigged for three days assuming he cooperates with the officers in charge.

KHAN NOONIEN SINGH has been taken into custody for disorderly conduct and the assault of another passenger, following an enforced stay in Sickbay. He will be brigged for two days assuming he cooperates with the officers in charge.

DYLAN HUNT has been taken into custody for disorderly conduct and the assault of another passenger, following an enforced stay in Sickbay. He will be brigged for two days assuming he cooperates with the officers in charge.

There are officers standing guard outside the brig, as well as one stationed inside. The men are celled separately by forcefield to prevent further incident, and while it looks and sounds like there is no barrier between their cells and the room at large, there is no crossing-over until the forcefields are lowered. Visitors are allowed entrance after they check in with the guards on duty, and no one is allowed to be alone with the prisoners.

[ooc: Open visiting log for the brig. All security personnel are NPCs and should be treated as there in the background unless they're called on to answer questions or engage with other characters.]

Current Location: Deck 33: Room #5244, Brig

intendant

One thing was for certain; this wasn't the Risa of her world. It was beautiful, of course, a pleasure planet here just as it was at home, and there were Risians everywhere, ready to serve, assist, guide, help. The weather was perfect, the landscapes stunning, and there seemed to be no material item guests could possibly be at want for. Except- there were no masses of Terran slaves, littered about for the pleasure of the guests, no Alliance flags flying, no full scale Klingon operas, with thousands of slaves acting out wars, dying and bleeding as they gave full truth to the battles. Instead the Terrans mingled freely amongst the other guests, laughing and talking and enjoying their stay as much as any other. It was disturbing to see one of her favorite vacation spots in such a shattered and lessened state- but no more so than it had been to see Terok Nor like that, when she'd visited the other side with Bareil, or the way the Terrans strutted about the Enterprise in this universe.

In a word, it was saddening, disheartening- but as she always did, Nerys pushed through with a bright smile. She refused to focus on the parts of this universe that hurt her heart, not when there was so much potential here, and so much to enjoy. Instead, she indulged herself in all of the pleasures afforded to her by Risa. It was no surprise, then, when one sunny afternoon found her lounging happily on one of the planets multitudes of beaches, clad in a swimsuit that left not too much to the imagination, a horga'hn beside her as she teased and flirted in cheerful tones with one of the natives. Care to join her?

greenbloodedhobgoblin

Speaking honestly Spock did not realize that his location had changed until he found himself walking down a hallway that led to a bar he was almost entirely certain did not exist. However, the knows that he was travelling with purpose across the ship. So much so that the difference did not register until he noted the cosmetic differences between the Enterprise he knew and the Enterprise that was in front of his eyes. He had a PADD in hand, phaser at his hip, and his own--what appears to be outdated--Starfleet uniform on.

Interesting. Will any of his communication devices work? He isn't sure. Who would they reach even if they did? If he is in the future relatively speaking his options are quite limited. Those he is aware of will be dead no doubt. No matter. This lounge is a social area and an opportunity for him to properly investigate before making incorrect assumptions as to what just happened to himself and to his former crew.

So whoever is sitting at the lucky table Spock approaches, if you're a Starfleet officer you'll probably notice he looks like a much younger verison of Ambassador Spock. If not that he is notably vulcan in demeanor and methodology of speech. "Pardon me but can I inquire the stardate?"

Once he knows that he can go from there.

ten_fwd_npcs

Sickbay is fairly ordinary for a ship's 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. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, perhaps excluding the sun avatar, but Trance Gemini is as skilled as the Starfleet officers.

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! For new characters, tagging isn't mandatory but going to sickbay ICly 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 Simon Tam, Rory Williams, Beverly Crusher, and Julian Bashir on deck, with Trance Gemini by request only. If you have a preference, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your intro yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive, and backtagging is love! There will be a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]

Current Location: Section 23 Baker, Room # 1631: Sickbay

whistles_loudly

It had been a day for Admiral Pike. He'd just gotten done with dismissing a Vulcan full of attitude and reprimanding Jim Kirk for lying on an official report. 10:30 in the morning. He hadn't had enough coffee to even make it through his morning Strategic Operations briefing and he had to deal with that.

When Kirk left he turned back to his desk and felt the headache that usually accompanied these types of meetings start to form, and found himself face to face with.....a bar. Well, that was fortuitous. Though strange, since he didn't remember going to a bar. Besides, the last time he was in a bar it didn't look like this. Another quick look around, and he noticed that it was a bar in space. A bar in space with Federation Symbols on the doors, and full of men and women in uniforms unlike any he'd ever seen before.

He made a quick adjustment of his own uniform, the white and gray planet side uniform of a three star admiral, and headed to the bar. Pike easily found a stool, and leaned his cane against the underside of the bar. A martini seemed like the best course of action at the moment. Then he'd figure out what the hell was going on.

Ten Forward Social Lounge

On the Holodeck [Open]

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

You Can Take My Breath Away

ARRIVAL - Jim AND Tony - OPEN

Horseback Riding! [Open]

[Ten Forward:] This is why we can't have nice things [OTA]

A Not-Dead Acting Captain Rolls into a Bar... { open }

life hacks (aka jim, no) • open

[Brig:] April Fools' Arrests

james tiberius "perfect hair" kirk, arriving ● open

two \\ open

[1st Transmission]- Emma Swan- Ten Forward|OTA

Ten Forward Lounge

[Brig:] Security Announcement

A day for pleasure

Enterprise. . .? [Action][Back-dated]

[Sickbay]: Round Six Scans and Vaccines

001--The Admiral Arrives

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