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Andrew has been busy since December. He attends classes to try and learn things. He reads way more than he probably should but no one ever claimed that Andrew has good control when it comes to books. If Andrew has found a new interesting book he tends to pretty much eat it alive.

Which might help when it comes to his lessons with Harry. Andrew is actually pretty good at keeping his mind guarded. All he has to do is visualize a bubble. It's like the circles from Harry's world. It has helped him get some good sleep all this month.

There is a slight issue he really should talk to an adult about. Either Harry or John will want to know Andrew no longer has a roommate but unfortunately, Andrew really doesn't want to fess up to this because he doesn't want to be a bother.

Between him and his dog Bernie Andrew is pretty sure things will be fine. It's just Andrew doesn't like being a burden. So here he is wandering the halls a bit aimlessly while trying to work up the courage to just say something. He doesn't want to disappoint anyone so this is taking some effort.

tript

Trip had been looking forward to this all day. On this Enterprise he could have held movie night in one of the crew lounges, but with the holodeck he could make a proper movie theater. He'd made it a small one, to begin with, so the first people arriving wouldn't be intimidated by the amount of space. But he'd set the parameters to add more seats once most of them were full.

The food had been easier when it had been chef's job and it only had to be available in the mess hall. But Trip had strong-armed some Engineering Ensigns to bring along the snacks and beverages. It was all on a table at the back of the theatre, where people would have to pass it on their way in. There was plenty of popcorn, in boxes, so people could take it to their seats. There was candy too, and ice cream in containers that kept it cold. To drink, there were soft drinks and he'd also brought along some synthehol. All of the comforts of home, in a holodeck.

For the first film of the new movie night, he'd chosen a classic: Casablanca.

He'd been telling everyone about movie night, and asking them to tell their friends. By now the whole ship should know and hopefully he'd get a good turnout.

last_ofthe_jedi

wandering the hallways between guest quarters and ten forward;

The voices of every teacher and mentor he's ever had has run through Luke's head, berating and chiding him for feeling the way he does. He knows he shouldn't be dwelling on things like he is, letting them control him and drag him into despair each night, when he's alone in his room with nothing else to do or think about.

Having nothing to distract him is the worst of all. What else is there to do when grief is so present and overpowering?

... Perhaps those voices are wrong. It's something Luke's considered lately, in the years he's been forced to continue learning on his own. He once accepted all of Yoda's and Obi-Wan's teachings as if they were absolute truth, but what if they were wrong about some things? What if there's a way to embrace his emotions without letting them overpower him?

Experiencing the horrors that he did in Denouement has brought him closer to such a realization. Now, in the midst of yet another crisis, all he can do is ruminate over these thoughts once again. Meditation has proven to be a temporary escape and sleep is the same, only it makes him feel worse upon awaking. He's just trying to cope.

'There is no try.'

Another berating voice, and Luke surprises himself with the anger and frustration that wells up in him when he hears it.

He really shouldn't... but he's going to, because nothing else is working. It's a habit that he picked up in Denouement, and possibly a bad one if he were to allow it to get out of control, but if Luke merely remains self-aware he knows he'll be fine. He heads to Ten Forward for a drink.

ten forward;

As he settles into a quiet corner with a straight whiskey (it's not Corellian but it'll do; it's far better than whatever mystery stuff was served at the tavern in Denouement), Luke starts to become wary that someone who knows what kind of a mood he's been in might see him here and have a thing or two to say. And really, he doesn't have a very good excuse. It's just that–... everything hurts and the solutions are fleeting and semi-effective at best. And at the moment he's finding it very difficult to care what anyone else might think.

It's the disappointment and worry he'll potentially see on someone's face that would get to him. Above all else he absolutely despises hurting people, especially those he cares about.

So for now he hides in the corner, contemplating the idea of retreating back to the guest quarters with his drink. His eyes look heavy, his posture is weary, and he stares out of the viewport at the stars as if hoping he'll find some great truth in them.

dresdensluck

Harry had been enjoying the quiet of late. Oh, there had been the nightmares, and the ghosts, and more, but for Harry that had been almost restful. His life, what was it? Harry was beginning to feel bad for not really wanting to go back home just yet. Sure, he would like the option, and to help others go home, but here, he had peace-ish-ness, and a girlfriend, who, with no evil shenanigans, was still alive, un-undead, and happy, with him!

He shook his head.

He was happy here, mostly, but he was also missing other people back home.

He shook his head as he settled to a table in Ten Forward, out of the way, but visible from the bar and replicators, where he was pouring over notes and slowly working on creating a spell. Which is to say, concentrating, and things on his table glowing, shifting, or floating around now and then.

prueisavirtue

One moment, she was in the entryway of the manor with Piper, trying to explain what was going on to Dr. Griffiths. The next, she was most definitely not in the entryway of the manor. She was...somewhere she didn't recognize.

"Okaaaay, this is new. Phoebe! What did you do?!" Prue called. She didn't think Phoebe could actually hear her, but she'd yell about it anyway. Because obviously Phoebe was the one responsible for whatever had just happened. She'd been the one going to the Book of Shadows, she could've easily cast a spell without Prue or Piper knowing about it. Except as she looked around, and received a couple odd looks from other people around her, she didn't see Piper.

"Uh, sorry. Force of habit. Sisters, you know." Prue explained with a half shrug and a pained smile. So she just decided to move on and figure out where exactly she was. Because that was half the battle of getting back. She needed to get back home in order to help protect Dr. Griffiths from the demon that was after him.

She was in a place that seemed to be a bar or restaurant. And some people she saw didn't look quite human. But they didn't quite look like demons either. "I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore," she said as she headed for what looked like a door.

feellikeibelong

Helena's day had been just like most of the rest once the candidates had arrived at Mannaz Hall: uneventful. Save for those couple days when her body had been inhabited by a lust-addled woman from ancient Rome, but she'd much rather forget about that particular experience. So she was on her way to the library to find some more books to read, and to clean some other section of it that was still covered in dust and cobwebs. At least until a bright light enveloped her and when it faded, she was definitely not in Mannaz Hall any longer.

Helena blinked and looked around in a slight daze, trying to get her mind around what had just happened. It only took a couple moments of taking in her surroundings to realize she must've been transported to another place not in Niflheim. None of these surroundings looked like anything the Nysgods would've made. Which left the question of where was she? It was easy enough to ask, of course, and she was about to find the closest person to ask it of them when something a bit more pressing crossed her mind.

If she wasn't in Niflheim anymore, was Zoey here or was she still in Niflheim?

"Zoey?" She asked as she began to look closer at the people around her, looking for her girlfriend. Her heart started to clench and she didn't know if it was too much to hope that Zoey was here as well. Though Helena well knew she wasn't exactly the luckiest person ever. Still, she was going to look first, not wanting to face a potential broken heart without at least trying to determine if Zoey was here or not. Helena had faced far too much heartbreak in her life. She was hoping that karma would come through for her and actually let Zoey be here. She deserved that much out of life.

If she was going to have to start a new life in a new place, Helena damn well believed she deserved to have her girlfriend there with her. And if Zoey wasn't there, well, Helena wouldn't want to think about that unless she had to. But she knew it wouldn't be pretty.

humandroid

Data is familiar with Ten Forward. Theoretically, he's familiar with all areas aboard the Enterprise, regardless of whether or not he should ever have reason to visit them during his service. Knowing one's way around the vessel they serve on is a necessary designation of memory space, by his reasoning.

Therefore, his issue with finding himself in Ten Forward is less with the location itself, and more with the fact that by his recollection, he'd been on the bridge .04 seconds ago. Internal chronometer diagnostics show no error, and diagnostics on a broader scope indicate no discrepancies in his software or hardware. But the current situation itself indicates that he must be experiencing some form of malfunction.

On that account, Data spends a few seconds surveying his surroundings with all the grace and blatant curiosity of a mildly affronted bird.

He can only conclude that this is Ten Forward. Those are Starfleet personnel. Yet not all of the individuals present reconcile with his knowledge of current personnel or civilian passengers. And there's undoubtedly a difference between his own uniform and the uniforms that the Starfleet personnel are wearing. Data aims to get the attention of the nearest person with a tap on the shoulder and a gentle "excuse me," the first of what may become a string of interrogative questing through Ten Forward to the nearest wall intercom; it would appear his combadge is no longer properly calibrated. He could theoretically re-calibrate his badge if necessary, and will likely do so regardless, but in a relatively urgent situation, haste could be said to take priority.

"Query." And here he pauses, surveying the lounge as though he'll mysteriously notice something that escaped his initial observations. Inconclusive. Nothing to miss. "How did I get here?"

It has long been considered a human condition to forget one's purpose when one reaches their intended destination, and that in itself bears a certain fascination. If he were capable of minor memory lapses of that nature, he would hardly need to question it. Not being capable of such lapses, however, leaves him lacking in logical explanations. His hope is that contacting the bridge or one of the bridge crew will put things into order.

If all else fails, he's likely to return to the scene of the incident later on in the day (or... the night), presumably with a more temporally-current uniform to his name. Be warned, however, that this is the point where interrogative questing has flipped over into his usual habits of personal questions and blatant human observance. He's open for conversation, but incredibly long-winded. That's a relatively standard risk when he's present.

just_be_quiet

As much as Andrew does his best to keep Bernie entertained sometimes it just doesn't work out the way the young boy would like. Today is one of those days especially given that Andrew had been fighting off a slight head cold for the past few days. Bernie was feeling restless so the moment Andrew wasn't fully paying attention?

"BERNIE!" The dog is off! Racing past humans, and others, to go find something to do.

Somehow Bernie is fully capable of evading people. The dog is very good at running even if his owner isn't so today is a day in which Bernie intends to find all of the interesting things to sniff out.

goldencobra

Since Henry's actual father appeared on the ship, there's been a different mood improvement from the boy. More smiling, more sociable and an evident spring in his step for the first few days afterwards. He's still not ready to face the holodeck again alone but he's getting there.

[ Ten Forward ]
Today, Henry is still by the window with his book and notes. He's rewriting everything he has into certain notebooks so he can hand them out to certain people. There's information he wants to keep secret so he's having to make sure it stays that way. And while he does think PADDs are a good idea in the future, he much prefers the feel of paper and pen. It's soothing.

Feel free to interrupt him. He's in a happy mood otherwise.

[ Room 0913 ]
Henry wasn't sure about his new room. While it seemed the same layout, it just didn't feel the same as his previous quarters. And he wasn't so sure about learning to deal with a new roommate. He'd much rather live with his father. But he was a big boy now and settled as best he could. Hopefully whoever he lived with now was as easy as Irian had been.

[ Room 0744 ]
Once Henry had figured out he no longer lived in this room, he forced himself to go there and knock. He wanted to see Irian again and try and keep their friendship going. Or whatever their relationship had been. He liked her. She had been civil and friendly and even concerned for him. It had been a pleasant arrangement and he hoped it could stay that way.

[Ten Forward is open but rooms are locked to those who could conceivably be there. Ask if unsure. Sorry this took so long to everyone who's been waiting.]

just_be_quiet

Just what exactly does a young boy do besides read? He could play games. Andrew had played several different ones on the holodeck. They had kept him busy.

He really misses school. He tried to study on his own but it just really wasn't the same for him. Andrew hated to admit it but he was bored out of his skull. At least he has Bernie to keep him company.

Which is exactly why he has a tennis ball. He has found a hall way that isn't too busy right now so he can play a game with Bernie. At first he just tosses the ball and his dog chases after it. For a while it keeps Andrew busy but it won't be long before that starts to bore Andrew.

The kid needs a bit of action.

notalwaysstrong

Anyone walking into Ten Forward this afternoon will be greeted by a man at the Replicator. Whilst this, in itself, is not an odd occurrence, what he's doing is.

If you care to pay attention to him, he's giving clear orders to the machine... in fluent Italian. He's not even pausing to give the machine a chance to translate, if it needed to.

The end result? Risotto ai frutti di mare, with some very specific cooking instructions for each type of seafood present in the dish. Seeming satisfies, he moves off to a table, not caring where, sitting to start eating.

The reason behind the complicated instructions to the replicator? Well... You'll just have to ask him yourself.

dresdensluck

( Cut for longness. )

unkindness

Seven of Nine had nothing to do. It was a state of affairs that she really wasn't fond of. She'd already done fifteen different hypothetical designs of a slipstream drive adapted for Voyager, using holodeck time (which she usually eschewed) to run simulation after simulation with each, testing thousands of variables to see if any of them would work. When she had found a possible solution--one that she couldn't implement, because Voyager was completely inaccessible--she'd focused instead on physical activity as a way to purge her restlessness.

Her appearance would have surprised any of her crew. She was still wearing a bodysuit that covered most of her completely, exposing only her hands and head, but after the run she'd just finished, her hair was down and gathered loosely at the back of her neck, not in its usual severe twist. She'd gone for long enough to even cause signs of exertion--red face, accelerated heartbeat, increased breathing rate--all of which would fade quickly, but still present in the moment. She walked purposefully into Ten Forward, going to the replicators and obtaining her usual midday meal.

She doesn't approach anyone, makes no attempts at all at social interaction, just goes to her usual corner table--abandoned at this time, her routine so precise that everyone knew she was coming and left--and sits alone with her salad and her water and her growing frustration.

frostedoverland

It started out as the Captain being unusually pleasant and his room unusually cold.

But then, it spread.

It started simply enough, frost covering the windows with a gentle tap of his staff. But soon, it spread to the ceiling and walls and even began to peel off. The frost was fern-like in appearance, it floating about like leaves in the wind but within seconds, they burst! Snow began to sprinkle down amongst the crew and guests of Ten Forward. More and more this occurred, a gentle snowfall indoors.

Perhaps enough snow could be accumulated for a snowball fight, Jack wasn't sure. He felt utterly limited but he didn't let that stop him. He wanted everyone to start having fun again! Even if it took a little nip on their noses.

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.

ikissdhimbck

The cowgirl has been downright angelic since arriving here.

She's put up no fuss, hasn't robbed or cheated or shot a single soul, keeps mostly to herself and follows all the rules. Which is to say, Kate Barlow is feeling mighty cooped up, and a bored outlaw is nobody's best friend.

At least boredom is the least of her worries today. Here she is, minding her own business just cleaning her gun, when all of a sudden she's 'winked' into this getup. She lets off a rather undignified squeak — hey, it's a little cold in space to be going around in your knickers! — peering down at her bare midrif and her high-heeled boots.

"Oh, lordy. Not this again."

As if that weren't enough, her plate is now piled with sweets instead of savories, and looking around she can see everyone else is suffering the same fate. Good gracious, must be some strange holiday. At least she's got a fondness for taffy.

[ooc: Hi everyone! So Kate's going to eat the taffy, which will give her the power of psychoscopy; basically, if she touches an object of relevance to a character, that object will give her psychic flashes about that character. So anyone who wants to play with a Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader discovering secrets and information about their characters, please come on down! Kate will have this gift for the whole weekend, and I'll also tag her out anywhere you might want her. ^__^ And since her power is only activated when she touches something, if you just want to chat with the cowgirl that's fine too; she won't grab for anything that isn't hers. ]

Current Location: Ten Forward

just_be_quiet

Andrew had wondered what was up with his slightly older friend. He knew that life on board the Enterprise wasn't always nice for a kid. Too many grownups and not enough children his and Henry's ages in Andrew's opinion.

Obviously something is wrong if Henry isn't out and about. Andrew does't want to leave anyone feeling as if they are alone.

"Come on Bernie. Let's go get Henry."

So Andrew goes in search of his friend. It takes Andrew a while to figure out just where Henry's room is but he stops right outside of the door.

"Henry?" He presses on what he thinks is something like a door bell. "It's me and Bernie. I came to check on you."

((ooc: Locked to

goldencobra. ))

just_be_quiet

Andrew has been in a mood since the little adventure everyone had on Alemar III. He hates getting sick and he almost had gotten sick during the cave-ins. He also really disliked the fact that he couldn't really help as much as he would have liked.

It wasn't his fault that he was only nine. If only he was more capable of helping. Andrew frowns a little harder. This is going to take some thought. Clearly he needs more chocolate milk. Chocolate milk seems to be the answer to everything right now.

Andrew gets up to wander towards the replicator. He is pretty much set on ignoring everyone in Ten Forward. That doesn't really work out for him so much. Instead of ignoring everyone and continuing on his quest to be a grumpy kid he starts to take in everything going on around him. Ten Forward itself is pretty busy right now.

Andrew frowns a little more and hurries along to go get his drink. He doesn't want to lose his seat to someone else right now. He gets his chocolate milk as quickly as he can and scampers back to his seat sliding back in and making a low pleased noise. Good. It was still his though by the looks of it he won't be the only one at this table for too much longer.

goldencobra

Henry had finally left sickbay after what seems like an age. But he's still very wary of everyone and is carrying around his large backpack again rather than leaving it in his quarters. He also appears to be looking for something. He's peering around corner and opening doors and certainly not striking up conversation with anyone. Which, for anyone that might have gotten to know the boy through his time here, is unusual for him.

Any other children that come by are welcome to help him look, because he'll tell them what he's looking for. Any adults are also welcome to chat but he's not giving away his secret to them.

ten_fwd_npcs

As the fight rages on, the pain and anguish of all involved grows to deafening levels; that is, if you're attuned to such things. For the alien travelers and the scientists who work on Alemar III, the threat of extermination is ever-present. But for the crystal "monsters" wreaking the damage, their only goal is revenge.

The high-pitched humming that comes from the Crystaloids may only seem like resonance, but it changes, fluctuates, in both pitch and intensity. It's a language in itself, expressing anger and pain and fear, and when the fighting reaches its peak so do the thousands of voices. For the gathered empaths, that means a cacophony of emotions and thoughts that no one else can understand.

It's Counselor Troi, pushed to the edge of the room where she has been protecting others, who first rises.

"You're intelligent," she murmurs, almost like she's speaking to herself. But she isn't. As understanding dawns on her, she knows she cannot sit idly by while the violence continues. Without much thought for herself, she rushes into the fracas. "Stop! You all must stop! You don't understand!"

Something suddenly changes in the Crystaloid's behavior. Sharp fists and teeth and claws stop their attack, and the humming grows quiet. It's a message, sent to them telepathically and spoken aloud, that finally ends it all: "I can hear you."

[ooc: This is the final party post for Day 3 of our Alemar III plot! You can still tag into Friday's post or make your own posts throughout the day. This will be for the culmination of events following the last battle, so find a subheading that appeals to you and jump in (there will be a few locked to specific teams just to wrap up their plot objectives, but these will be clearly marked). Later tonight, an exit post will be made. See the OOC Plotting Post for more info.]

ten_fwd_npcs

Something strange begins to happen underground. Those pretty, glistering crystals that twinkle from the walls and ceilings start to move, sinking down into the rock, and disappearing from all sight. In each cave and cavern, every arching ceiling and cramped tunnel, they all vanish.

The main cave where the visitors were brought during the tour feels darker now. It has weathered the trauma of the last three days better than some places, but that's all about to change.

[ooc: And welcome to the kickoff of our final leg of the Alemar III plot! Day 3 has officially begun, which means all team posts moving forward should reflect that. Below, this post is split into two sections: the first is for any teams or individuals who want to establish themselves as being in the main cave for the final action of the plot; the second is for our teams of fighters and all who wish to assist them. Bear in mind that the historians and empaths won't step in to reveal what's going on until the next group post; this is primarily for the last battle and gathering all the fractured teams back together. If you're not sure where your group is, check in with your plotting e-mails or the plotting post; if you don't want to join the main group until the fighting stops, the next post will also have a place for your characters to enter and reconnect with friends. If there are any questions, leave them in the plotting post and a mod will get back to you asap!]

from_the_outside

She feels it first in her teeth and the tiny bones of her inner ears: the low, constant rumbling suddenly shifting, growing like someone's turning a knob and tuning it up, but before she can turn back to the way they came, there's a hard shudder, and then a stop.

For the space of a held breath, everything is quiet. Her raised hand slowly lowers, and she looks to the group she's found herself with. "I think we sh--"

Which is a far as she gets before the ground shifts beneath her feet and throws her off balance, before the ceiling cracks and crumbles, and there's the deafening sound of rock shattering, the scream of steel girders bending and separating. She hits the ground hard enough to see stars, catches a glimpse of a boulder as big as bowling ball landing where she'd stood only seconds before, rolls to avoid a sudden fissure in and collapse of the wall nearest her. The screams and shouts around her sound like they're coming from underwater; adrenaline blunts pain and slows time, and when she blinks, she's breathing heavily in a space that's thick with dust and barely lit from a few weak and sputtering lights.

Get up is her only thought: it lifts her like she's on a string. Get up. Shake it off. Check self -- no blood that she can see. Good enough for the moment. Check for survivors --

She can barely see through the dust, but she starts making her way deeper into the cavern they'd been touring, coughing through the dust. "Hey!"

Her voice is clogged, and she coughs harder, clears her throat as best she can. "Everyone okay?"

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 is fairly typical for a hospital. 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 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.

"All right, come in," one of them 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, Trance Gemini, and Rory Williams on deck, so please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like. Beverly Crusher can be available if needed, but the player may not always be available. 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.]

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

original_fine

Captain's log, stardate unknown. Subsequent to our debriefing after the Beta Niobe explosion, I returned to my quarters and prepared for a much needed rest. No sooner had I entered my quarters but I found myself in another room entirely. The physical characteristics of which are eerily similar to my own ship, and yet changed. The color palate is altered, the personnel wearing Starfleet insignia though the uniforms are vastly different...

Jim pulled his uniform tunic back over his head hurriedly at the first hint he was no longer in his own quarters. He had felt nothing, no shift in the transition though the sound and temperature had changed instantly. To his own perception, he had not moved.

And yet, he was undoubtedly in a foreign place. The voices he heard were in English, the locale generally familiar as a bar of some sort, the view outside the windows a familiar enough starfield.

But it was not where he'd just been. He tugged his shirt down and turned to the closest patron, determined to play along as best he could...

tea_earlgrey_hot

Captain's log, supplemental: we are approximately one solar day's journey from Alemar III. At our current speed, we should arrive there before nightfall tomorrow. Commander La Forge reports no continuing problems with our engines, so it would appear that my conversation with Q was not without purpose. Though there have been no further incidents, the crew is preparing for any eventuality. This will be the first time near an alien world for many of our visitors, and no doubt they will be curious.

I have taken it upon myself to pay a visit to Ten Forward. While I trust that my crew have been taking good care of the situation, I find that it often puts minds at ease to see the captain engaged in what is happening. Hopefully, the evening will pass without incident.

Captain Picard enters the room in his standard uniform. He lingers at the door long enough to appraise the situation, and moves on to the bar.

"Just tea, thank you. Earl Grey," he says, wishing to keep his mind clear.

Current Location: Deck Ten: Forward (Lounge)

not_gaheris

Rhade was confused to say the least. Maybe it was all the alcohol. His memory of events was a bit blurry. He remembered hauling ungrateful evacuees into the Maru. That was fun. Who tries to cut in line during an evacuation? It was simply stupidly suicidal. That's why you're not supposed to run en mass during a fire. Panic was bad. Combine panic with inbred, stupid crazy people and it was a shit storm waiting to happen. But that was why he was there. That and to protect Beka, even against her wishes if necessary. But, no matter. That he remembered. He even remembered going into the bar on Seefra 1 and helping himself to a bottle or two. Or three. Harper had tried to talk him out of it. It was the thought that counts, misguided as it was.

What did Harper know about loss? About a loss so deep that it would shatter a Nietzschean's soul. The loss of his wife, his children. Probably his pride, the Commonwealth. They were all dead. Weren't they? He didn't know for sure, but what other result could there be. The World Ship was coming. He'd been on Seefra for 9 months. The Known Worlds were gone. Everything he loved and fought for was gone. Everything except the liquor and this hell hole of a system. No, not a system. The universes largest fly trap. You can come in, but never come out again.

What he definitely remembered was Harper trying to hit him with a bar stool. Then things went fuzzy and Harper really was hitting him with a bar stool. Telemachus remembered being on Andromeda, Rommie mentioning casually that his blood alcohol level was, well, rather high. And then? What he didn't remember was how he got here.

In this bar. With air conditioning and good food and ice. Lots of drinks with lots of ice. It was clean too. Unlike him.

"You know what?" Rhade looked around. "It doesn't even matter anymore." Seefra? This place? He wasn't home. It didn't matter where he was anymore. He was lost, and all that was left was to bury the broken pieces of his soul.

"Whatever. Someone get me a drink."

lucie_bleeding_miller

Lucie stepped into Ten Forward, following the dog Bernie. With her were the young Andrew, and, of course, the Doctor.

She glanced around the area. Outer space visible through the portals didn't even make her blink; she was used to it, running with the Doctor. Strange games, odd-looking drinks, strange food, patrons both human and alien. Right.

She looked back to the Doctor.

"Looks safe enough. Let's get a seat and something edible, aye?"

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tragic_optimist

Another wasted opportunity.

Once again, The Doctors attempt to finds a means save his best friend and his great grandson from their horrid fates met with abject failure. He had been trying to find a loophole a side law, means to circumvent the damage done by that idiot known as The Monk. And yet it was another dead end. Modifying the TARDIS to allow a quick in and out jump to ensure Lucie was caught before the bomb exploded. Something that could have been done differently.

The Doctor was left stew in his mind when he felt as if he was pulled. It was a heavy tug, as if someone had lasso'd him from the Vortex itself. In what was both an eternity and an instant, the Time Lord found himself pulled hard and then deposited. How far away he couldn't ascertain, but The Doctor knew immediately that he was far away from where he had been, drudging through old Gallifreyan archives and through the old codes of the earliest writings of Rassilon. He wasn't on Gallifrey anymore, and more importantly he was no longer near his TARDIS, the thing he had called his home for years on end. he was now what looked like the hallway of a starship whose design he didn't recognize.

"Hello? I don't know who you are, but I rather don't appreciate you pulling me away from my home! Reveal yourself!" The Doctor yelled at the mostly quiet hallway. He could hear the hum of power and the vibration of the engines. Judging by the pitch and the smoothness, most likely a matter/antimatter drive with some sort of crystalline stabilization structure. But where and when wasn't possible at the moment.

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It's been a long day. A long few weeks. While the crew adjusts to this newest predicament, and the number of new people arriving on the Enterprise continues to grow. The situation itself taking its toll in dozens of different ways, displayed out from the Senior Staff, at work on the many parts of the problem, down to the appointments she just finished with, whom had the limited information and even less control of present circumstances.

A situation never far from her mind, given the discordant disharmony of emotions localized to certain parts of the ship. Growing at times, but remaining a fixed mass of wary fear, deep confusion, and shifting anxiety of those who had been brought by Q to this place against their will.

It's not without purpose that Deanna finds herself striding through the doors of Ten Forward.

She could use a meal, and she's certain the people there could use friendly faces.

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It is the end of the school year for Andrew. The bus does not take him all the way home. He still has to walk a good distance. He can smell the fresh grass and in the distance he sees a few of his Aunt and Uncle's horses. They seem to be having a grand time.

Andrew is not. The last day of school is always hard on him. The others kids had been way too excited for him to reasonably deal with. It was draining to feel their excitement. How could they possibly be that energized?

It didn't matter. He had his report card. He had a few things his teachers had reminded him to get so they wouldn't be left at the school over the summer. Eventually he makes his way up to the house. He takes a deep breath then laughs as a very familiar face greets him.

"Bernie!" The large German Shepard nearly knocks him down. He can feel how thrilled and pleased Bernie is that he is home. Andrew is pleased because the familiar emotions that Bernie has almost all of the time are comforting.

"Come on boy. Let's go inside." Andrew follows the big dog as he sops to drop his book bag off at the kitchen table. Then Andrew checks to make sure he has his emergency inhaler on him.

"Okay. Wanna go play boy," Andrew asks the dog who barks excitedly and races out the back door. Andrew grabs a tennis ball to go play with his dog. Once they are out in the yard behind the farm house Andrew pulls his arm back and throws the ball. Then in an instant the tennis ball bounces off someone's drink. Andrew is suddenly mortified. He hadn't meant to do that!

He isn't even sure where he is suddenly. But Bernie is after that tennis ball. Ducking around legs and grabbing it in his mouth right away.

"I..." Andrew just blinks like a tiny little owlet. "I'm sorry?"

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[Away Mission:] Day 3, Alemar III (The Fighting Stops)

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Team #5: Trapped in the Caves

[Sickbay]: Round Three scans and vaccines

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