ten_fwd | Entries tagged with billy cranston

Marika has been playing with some of the replicator options. She hasn't quite managed to duplicate the tarts her favorite stall sells.

Some of the closer versions are on a tray though.

Feel free to help yourself - Marika is distracted by her PADD.

Current Location: deck ten: forward

morphitudinous

It appears that Q's been double dipping, as one of the new arrivals isn't exactly new. For Billy it's been but a few weeks since his disappearance, but one of the first things he does is get the current date. He's been gone quite a while, he knows almost immediately. Would anyone he knew still be present, or would they have vanished behind him?

Billy doesn't know, but he does know that he'll be all right---hopefully. He has a routine to settle back into, and if he can get re-acquainted in the meantime? That would be great. He places his familiar water order, sits with a PADD, and re-starts his research as usual.

After a few moments, though, he has to remove his glasses and rub his eyes. The glare, the artificial gravity...it's not just his mind that has to reorient itself, apparently.

"Were the effects this severe last time...?"

agathaheterodyne

Agatha had been working in the lounge, as she so often did, when she got hungry. It was a good way to eat somewhere that wasn't COMPLETELY filthy. She would have to apologize to Tasha about her half of the Quarters and find a way to clean it up. Well, she had that pizza maker maid bot that never got picked up... maybe she would use that. And if Percy ever came for it, she could give him the used one or make him a new one, bigger and better.

Yeah, that worked!

But first, lunch, and a smaller project. She had dreamed up the most marvelous invention and just had to try it, a self-perpetuating steam powered steam creation engine! The thing would produce just enough steam to power itself, to produce steam! Oh, she knew the rules as well as anyone else, energy would always be lost, but rules were meant to be broken. Sparks had a special fondness for the laws of physics specifically. The laws of nature too, but physics fascinated Agatha more.

So she was eating her meal, whatever the waitress had thought she might enjoy, and sipping her drink as she worked, lost in the fugue state. She didn't notice what the waitress had given her. So sure that she wouldn't eat it, the impish waitress, filling in for a friend, and not part of the regular staff, had given her Gagh. And was standing at the bar, amazed, as Agatha absently ate from the dish as she worked, seemingly unaware of what she was putting into her mouth.

She almost had the rotators working the way that she wanted. The trick would be the lubrication, she had to keep the oil that cleared the gears away from the spark plate that would keep the water heated. She was focused on that as she reached for her screwdriver and accidentally took the fork instead.

Instead of a thin plastic tipped tool, the metal of the fork hit the spark plate, and was large enough that the side touched the oil.....

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM

There went the whole tool, her meal, her drink, the table, and her tools.

Agatha pushed her over-sized goggles up onto her slightly singed hair, leaving the area around her glasses as the only clean part on the front of her, as she stared at what used to be a table, trying to figure out what had just happened....

whereishe

Yuna was still getting used to the ship but there wasn't much that she had found to do besides training. The Holodeck was nice but she was always afraid that she was going to break something when she used magic within the ship. So now she practice controlling the chaos that passed unseen through the ship. It was the same as everywhere though it was a little strange not being connected to a planet, even so she could use it's power. She sat in her room trying to focus on a location and then pulled the chaos around her. The scene shifted to dark purple and then black as she disappeared from the room.

A moment later she comes tumbling into the lounge falling very ungracefully on her rear end. She glanced around happy that she came to the correct location but a little upset at her land.

"ow.."

At least she didn't hit anything, or at least she didn't think she did.

lord_of_arms

Landing on his back, on a table no less, was far from what Firion imagined things to be when things had gone white. Originally, he thought he was going to pass out! Why else would his vision go white and that awful feeling of vertigo? But none such thing happened and, instead, he was going to be nursing a sore back as his rather long limbed self laid on that table, limbs somewhat askew. He groaned and picked himself up. 'That hurt...', he thought.

Something else soon became apparent. Where were his weapons?

He patted himself and could not find a single trace aside from his red sword that was tied to his waist. Of course, then he heard the murmured disapproval from all around and not only did he finally get a good look around... but his weapons were scattered like leaves, he even saw one of his precious knives (Leila gave him those!) in a bowl of oatmeal. He gave a noise of distress and slid off the table he was on and began to pick up his six remaining weapons, murmuring apologies to those who were a bit too close to the sharp ones.

electro_kinetic

Weird as the arboretum is to Noriko--and make no mistake, a room of spotless nature in the middle of a starship is weird--it also makes a calm place for her to relax, assuming such a thing is actually possible for her. It isn't always, given the nature of her mutation.

But today she's in there for an actual purpose, no just to escape the stale air and bright lights and busy-ness of every other place she's allowed to be on this boat. She was doing yoga, but now she's been in the headstand for a while, eyes shut against the reminder that this isn't real as she runs through one of the songs on her now-mostly-nonfunctioning cell phone.

tinypink_crane

( This time on power rangers )

Only when Kimberly pressed the button on her communicator, the scenery changed without her even needing to teleport. This wasn't the command center, this wasn't even the park. She was in another sort of bar..one that definitely didn't look like the youth center.

"Um...serously, this whole dimension hopping is getting really old." Atleast everyone here looked relaxed. Dimension hopping was one thing-dimensions full of hostile creatures were entirely something else.

Carefully, she made her way over to the bar, trying to not look like she was freaking out. "Hello...someone mind telling me where I am?" Maybe how the hell to get back to Angel Grove."

When it was explained to her, she was still sitting at the bar with a drink, moping.

decideformyself

After Alemar III, Philip is understandably a little apprehensive about another shore leave. But reading the information on Risa in the Enterprise's database helps to ease that. To think that there's an entire planet just for vacations! He'd never imagined such a thing before.

So once he's down there, he's going to try just about everything there is to do. Hiking; visiting those underground gardens with the glowing plants; sunbathing; and of course, eating. Alien food is so wonderful, after all.

Aside from Shotaro, he doesn't make much of an effort to stick close to anybody else from the Enterprise. He's just too giddy about trying all these new things. But if he should happen to run into anyone he recognizes, you can bet he's going to greet them.

morphitudinous

There were two ways to gauge Billy's stress level: as he worked later and later into the night, the pages of discarded notes would build up around him, and his hair would start to stand on end. Considering his frizzy-haired and paper-surrounded appearance at the moment, he'd clearly been at whatever he was doing for a while.

What was he doing, exactly? At the moment, he was kneeling on the floor in front of a round table. There was a doll standing in the center, a stuffed bear wearing a belt with a button next to the buckle. He reached over and pressed the button, producing a blue bubble around the bear. Billy tried to pass his hand through the bubble, and he met solid resistance.

Excellent. He then picked up a screwdriver and tried to pierce the bubble at varying speeds---it blocked most of his hits with a solid bounce, but the light still broke too soon, sending the bear tumbling to the ground. Billy scooted to the other side of the table to pick it up, frowning. "All right, we'll need to prioritize upholding the integrity of the shield. Nothing I haven't done before."

He gave the bear a quick squeeze before removing the belt, picking up his screwdriver and wire cutters for another go. He was getting closer to producing an acceptable defense, surely? He hoped so.

goldencobra

[Since Halloween, Henry had been more out and about. He and Gold had come to an understanding and he was less scared of the man due to his actions at that time. So today, the boy felt happy enough to sit in the lounge of Ten Forward with his bag of books and a hot cocoa, watching everyone and generally feeling better about not being alone. Hiding in his room for weeks on end was boring and hard work so being around people felt nice.

And who knows, maybe he could make some new friends or meet some old ones. And hopefully dodge the one person aboard the ship he still didn't want to talk to.]

awol_redranger

Andros was fidgeting in his quarters. Usually at times like this he would pullout the recording of Karone's kidnapping, and torture himself by watching it. But Andros wasn't sure when his roommate was going to come back and Steve was enough like a ranger that he might want to talk about it. And no, Andros did not want to talk about it. At least without some poking and prodding. And a life size replica of Darkonda to through darts at. Could make a good game.

Too bad he couldn't mute his human friends like he could DECA. He brought his wrist up to signal the others, before bringing it down again. Official Ranger business could wait. Training could wait. It wasn't like there was an emergency here that only the rangers could handle. As much as he hated it, they had time to learn each other's strengths and weaknesses. They were probably off having fun. Being social. Andros himself was studying a chart of the nearby solar systems, planets and the cultures therein. The idea of a Federation or coalition was interesting, but it wasn't one that would carry over easily into his own universe. That's why there were Rangers. That was there Federation, in a way.

If they ever got back. But here? Here was there really a reason for him to be? Were Rangers needed? With that thought, Andros pried open his locket and took out the disc hidden there.

[ooc: Threads with Ashley Hammond

starslings and Steve Rogers

stark_spangled are plot locked. Feel free to bother Andros in another thread!]

immafrog

So Adam wasn't sure how a bow could also be a harp but... welp, he got a bow, complete with a quiver full of arrows, and a harp attached to said bow. It folded in half for easy carrying and hooked at his back. But he was pretty sure that wasn't the only weird thing about this entire get up he was stuck in.

"I'm pretty sure this is impractical for archers..." He muttered, picking self-consciously at his new wardrobe. Although he had to admit, he was really digging the hat. He supposed Halloween could be worse than being stuck in a costume for the day. Well, aside from pretty much eating candy corn all day. Ew.

Current Mood: curious

morphitudinous

A combination of severe boredom and the anxiety finally lifting has led Billy to finally want something fun to do. After some thought, he conjures up a plan...paintball. In the dark of the night, in the midst of a forest with thick trees, branches everywhere, and a stream and waterfall to keep things interesting. It's enough of an extra challenge for him!

If anyone can spot Billy in the darkness, he's wearing all dark navy clothing, a dark navy cap, and a clear mask over his glasses. That's the imagined version of his latest night vision prototype, and it seems to be working! But it's currently being tested, so anyone entering this holodeck will have a hard time finding him at first It's quiet in the forest...

...until a training dummy rushes by and is quickly splattered in green, giving Billy's location away. He pokes out with a sheepish grin.

"Hi. I'm just about done with my tests, don't worry."

There are other paintball guns lying on the ground beside him, and there's a mischievous sparkle in his eye. Others are certainly welcome to join him!

whereishe

This certainly was a surprise to the sphere hunter. She had been working in a city she thought she would be trapped in forever but when she blinked she was suddenly standing in a bar. Not just any bar either, she was in space. It was a place that she ad only heard about from stories and she never thought that she would be able to see it first hand. Her hope flared as she looked out the windows. This might be a way to finally find her way home.

She walked over to the nearest person, trying her best to stay calm. Her strides were confident and her expression pleasant. She thought about getting a drink but decided there was something else she needed to do first, someone she needed to find.

"Excuse me but do you know where I am?" She paused a moment before continuing. "Wait, on second thought, I think I might have a better question than that. I'm looking for someone..."

~~~~~

After deciding that she was here for the time being, Yuna began to explore the allotted corridors. She certainly looked like a tourist. As she walked she would stop, stare and then gape at the things that were unfamiliar to her. Spira had some technology but nothing like this, even her air ship couldn't compare.

wearsahat

One minute, Alex is walking home from school with Ray. The next, she's in the middle of... a restaurant? Is that what this place is? What in the world? Did she suddenly develop teleporting powers? Oh man. That would be really cool, except she's pretty sure that's not it.

The first thing that catches her eye is the view out the windows. Okay, so it's nighttime all of a sudden. She moves over to get a closer look and then realizes that no, it's not night. It's space.

Whoa.

"Um, excuse me!" she calls out to whoever's nearby. "Can somebody help me?"

***

Once she's figured out where she is and that it has nothing to do with the chemical plant or her powers she's a bit calmer. Still, it doesn't make any sense: Space? The future? Seriously?

She's not too eager to be quarantined, either. She definitely needs to investigate this place more.

So when she's fairly sure nobody is looking at her, she slips under a table, morphs into a puddle of liquid, and zips out of Ten Forward to explore the ship at large. Try not to step on her.

She doesn't stay liquid the whole time; she demorphs partway through her exploration in favor of tiptoeing around "stealthily". Because that's not suspicious at all.

[ Feel free to find Alex in either Ten Forward in human form, or in either human or puddle form pretty much anywhere else that she'd be able to reach without security clearance. ]

heirtothechair

Marika Kato, still in her full pirating outfit, arrives mid jaw cracking yawn in a distinctive flash of light.

Then she blinks three times and works her jaw once.

"I'm going to need my quarters back," she announces, "And the rest of my ship and crew while we're at it."

What ever it might have been a moment before, no matter how young or how sleepy, that's the voice of someone who is wide awake now and used to having orders obeyed.

Current Location: Deck Ten: Forward (Lounge)

immafrog

Adam hurt. A lot.

He didn't really want to wake up because of how sore he felt. And tired. Exhausted, even. His body was still shaking a little from the after shocks from being severed from his morpher for those brief moments, and the coin itself was still healing.

What happened?

Hadn't they just been... fighting something? And the monster tried to attack-

"Billy?!" He shot up, eyes wide open and frantically looking for his friend and ignoring the pain in his chest. Was Billy okay?

[OOC: Mostly for Billy but also to doctor folk and those who may have CR with him!]

tanteiotaku

In the couple of days that had passed since the return from Alemar III, Shotaro had finally gotten back to his own rhythm. His circadian rhythm was a little out of whack, but all things considered, it could be worse. On this particular afternoon, he settled into a table somewhere in the middle of the action, by the windows. Even if he couldn't see the familiar wind turbines of Fuuto, they still had a nostalgic pull to them.

On the table in front of him he had his typewriter, circa the mid 1980's, a sheaf of paper, and a leatherbound folder. On the ancient technology, he had already started clacking away at his own "Case Report" for Alemar III. One never knew what might be important later. And if those Crystalloids had been forgotten once, he wasn't going to contribute to them being forgotten a second time. Even if they had tried to kill him repeatedly over a protracted period of time.

But for the moment, his growling stomach had made concentration useless. So off he went to the replicator. Imagine his delight when he found a certain person had added Fuu-men to the ship's database. He smirked fondly, making a note to thank his partner later. Bringing the piping hot bowl back over to his table, one of its hallmarks couldn't be missed by onlookers. On top, covering the entire surface of the bowl, was a giant naruto, but instead of the typical pink spiral, it was marked with the spinning blades of a windmill.

((Anyone is free to have seen him transform during the battles on the planet and is open to randomly bothering him for deets. And also about his freaky food because what the hell bro.))

morphitudinous

Billy's been cleared (read: forced) to leave sickbay, but his best friend wasn't nearly so lucky. The doctors' admonishments ring loudly and clearly in his ears: Adam nearly died. That thought haunts Billy just about every minute now---he thinks back to how cold Adam's hand was when Billy found him again, to the pain etched onto his face, to the doctors' initial uncertainty about his survival.

And that's the thought that hurts him the most---these past few days have made Billy more certain than ever that Adam Park is an irreplaceable person to him. Someone who understands him, makes him laugh, smiles...and that's it, Billy thinks stubbornly. There's no other feeling there.

So Billy screws up all that fear and anxiety into what he does best: a manic inventing session. He's been chased away from anywhere near sickbay, so instead he shuffles about the living quarter hallways with his work, never content to sit in one spot for too long. Glimpses of his blueprints seem to reveal sharp blades, heavy armor, and something in an abstract conceptual phase that almost looks like a personal energy shield. There are more ideas appearing in front of him every minute, as if he's afraid to stop.

If anyone passes by, he tears his eyes away to smile apologetically, though it looks a bit strained. "I'm sorry. I'll be right out of your way---there."

princess_flintlock

Oblivious to anything that had gone on on Alemar III, a princess has arrived in the lounge known as Ten Forward. However, in appearance, she is not your average princess. Clad in all black and pink, she more closely resembles the Power Rangers this ship has gotten to know. But she's much different. There's notes of pirate in her costume, from the standing collar to the crossed swords to the peak on her helmet.

When she blinks in, she definitely appears ready for a fight. Saber raised as if to block an incoming strike, and pistol pointed toward the source of the strike under it. But she doesn't fire. She's quick to realize that she wasn't in the middle of the pack of Gormin anymore. She lowers both weapons to her sides. "I'm dreadfully sorry, I do beg your forgiveness," she offers quickly to the poor soul that just had a flintlock pistol pointed toward them. She gave them a quick bow.

She glanced around to better take in her new surroundings. This didn't look like anything Zangyak. There were far too many humans around, anyway. And there was no sign of the rest of her crew. Well, they'll probably be along to pick her up before too long. She had faith.

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!]

immafrog

The little earthquakes were putting Adam on edge. It didn't have anything to do with his life as a Ranger and all to do with having lived in California for so long. But he also hadn't wanted to spoil anyone's fun, especially when they were told repeatedly that the quakes were normal. He stuck close to Billy regardless, trying to keep calm even as they seemingly got worse, but not enough to actually cause any alarm.

That is, until the world seemed to shake.

"Take cover!" He shouted, instinctively going to grab Billy's arm to yank him away from the wall of geodes. He wasn't sure where they could take cover to, but being near a wall of sharp crystals and a rather large one nearby was hardly the safest. He managed to find a spot that wasn't too dangerous and provided enough cover for him and his friend, covering his head and waiting for it to stop.

Once it did, he brushed the bits of rock away, ignoring the stinging sensation from the few that managed to catch him on the way to cover. "Everyone alright?"

[OOC: Everyone please add your tags accordingly, I actually don't remember everyone and I'm on limited time due to being on lunch break at work so I can't go searching for the post right now, sorry >_<]

stark_spangled

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

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

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

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

There's no way off this ship.

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: pensive
Current Location: Deck Twelve: Gymnasium

immafrog

"Nope, that one doesn't taste like it either," Adam replied, shaking his head at the cup of blended fruit in his hands. Of all things Adam and Billy wanted to experiment with, it was the replicator.

First test? One of Ernie's Smoothies. They went after all his flavors too. Well, the ones they could remember off the top of their heads. Several cups were already on the counters, half full as they sipped at them despite knowing they didn't taste the same. They didn't bad. Quite the contrary, actually. But Ernie always did something with his Smoothies and to this day, they hadn't figured it out yet. But it was clearly preventing them from recreating their favorite drink.

"If only we could just call Ernie up now," He said, adjusting himself on the chair. He sat on it backwards, resting on his knees while his elbows supported him on the back. They'd long since run out of counter space to sit on and this was the closest chair. With a sigh and shrug, he gave Billy a rueful smile. "Wanna try for Kiwi-Strawberry-Banana next?"

Current Mood: bored

empathic_pathfinder

If you so happened to visit Ten Forward the past few days, you would notice a Starfleet Officer in Operations Gold sat in a chair at a table. The same chair and the same table every day.

Lt. Cdr. Terzen T'Karr has recently found it habit to wander down to Ten Forward when not assisting with whatever the Enterprise's crew need him to do (in the limited fashion of which he's allowed, but he's not complaining). He figures that any more sudden additions to the crew would end up here, or, at least, find their way here eventually.

Whilst he's not the ship's counsellor, he is half-Betazoid. Emotional trauma hits him deep, and suddenly finding yourself in another pocket dimension, or whatever Q's cooked up for them, is a source of such trauma. He knows.

And it's because he knows that he's making himself seem completely available, with only a hot drink in front of him. Today, it's cocoa. He looks around the lounge with a neutral, calm expression, looking for anyone who might need assistance.

He has long since adjusted to the emotional traffic on-board the Enterprise, so why not help out? He has first-hand experience, after all.

He takes a sip of his cocoa. Come bug him, why don't you? That's why he's here.

((OOC: Open for a number of days, don't need to specify which ones. Open to newbies as well as current crew! :D Don't be shy!))

tanteiotaku

Shotaro has been quite busy in the holodeck for the last week or two, and he was usually working on something on a PADD (though his typewriter was never far behind it). He had definitely been embracing the Enterprise's tech in a big way, only occasionally needing a bit of help from Philip. But, it was a delicate dance between figuring this system out and not giving Philip enough information for him to guess what was going on. He wanted to surprise him.

Finally, he had a finished product. And what a product it was. No one could ever mistake this for any kind of real place. From the entrance, one could see Fuuto Tower, a gigantic windmill turn in the distance, and the landscape is dotted with other Earth landmarks, as well as some from other worlds and places as found in the Enterprise databases. The lava plains of Vulcan, the Great Domes of Qu'nos, the cliffs of Undalar on Bajor, and dozens of other landscapes and locations from other worlds. Overall, it was quite the undertaking for someone that had never even left his hometown before. But, as fond as he was of his town, he was sure there were others that felt similarly.

However, that didn't yet address what his purpose in all this was. A large motorcycle course, with a few subdivisions for difficulty levels. The highest level course was both long and a little treacherous, with jumps, tight turns, and obstacles that come along with no warning like falling rocks and slick spots. He did leave all the safeguards on, so injury is unlikely. The lowest level course is a short and simple banked oval.

On the day he's ready to debut it, he's posted a couple of signs, in places like the halls of the guest quarters, next to the Ten Forward doors, under the console of the other holodecks. "Motorcycle Races! Holodeck 2! 5 pm!" Short and sweet.

On arrival, people are going to find Shotaro looking quite proud of himself, and a line of motorcycles of various types and sizes and a console set up so if someone doesn't see what they prefer they can generate it. From motocross bikes, to vintage World War 2 models, your classic chopper, and some sport bikes. There was also one or two from oher worlds that sounded cool. Each was poised with helmets and gloves perched on the seats. But off to one side was a particularly interesting matched pair.

Closed to Philip
He tended to drop in on Philip unannounced. He'd even started letting himself in like he lived there. Sorry Clint. "Hey, Partner. Time for you to find out what I've been doing." He was glad he had an opportunity to surprise him. As often as they shared consciousness at home, that would make it pretty difficult. Any secret from Philip had to be a secret from Shotaro too. But since they hadn't been Double in a while, that made it easier.

[OOC: Party post! Come one, come all, even newly apped characters! Because who needs timelines? Bring a friend or harass Shotaro. Put in your subject if you're open to everyone or if you want Shotaro :|b]

electro_kinetic

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

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

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

defendergirl

[ Just before ... ]

The doors slide open, as spaceship doors do, to a truly interesting array of characters sitting, chatting, eating and drinking within this space Lieutenant Barclay referred to as 'Ten Forward'.

Rose had been curious to see just who Q had chosen to bring onto this ship; and while she won't really know anything until she starts to talk to people, she's quite certain it'll be difficult to spot a pattern - if there is one.

One thing's for sure, though. She's glad the Doctor is here with her. He's her tether of familiarity, which is actually a bit funny, considering how ... not afraid, but wary? she'd been of him in the very beginning when he'd changed faces. And now? Now she's glad for this face. She feels safe with this face, the way she'd felt safe with his previous (maroon jumper, leather jacket wearing) one.

"So this is it," she says as the Doctor comes to stand beside her. "The people Q's chosen for whatever he's got planned. And then us."

She wants to take his hand right now, as something like a reassurance, maybe, but she won't.

[ note: two pups, two muns! tag one, tag both - come greet the Doctor and his Companion! ]

mr_laforge

Tonight, the doors of Ten Forward open to admit one operations officer coming straight from Main Engineering. There isn't likely anyone on the ship who looks more frustrated or more tired than Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge does right now.

He enters in his standard gold uniform, one of the larger PADDs clutched against his side. He's off duty at the behest of the captain, who demanded he get some rest. The mysteries surrounding engineering won't be solved with their chief engineer worked to exhaustion, after all. They likely won't be solved until Q damn well decides to turn the lights back on, so to speak. But that didn't mean Geordi wasn't going to do everything in his power to get the systems back on-line. If they didn't get moving soon, they were going to run out of vital supplies.

He finds an empty table and sits in a heap, rubbing his temples. He considers removing his VISOR to make massaging his tension away easier, but he's even too tired to do that. The PADD in front of him displays his latest diagnostics on the warp core.

"I need a drink," he mumbles out loud, wondering how much sleep he'll manage tonight.

( ooc: Hi all! As mentioned in the OOC comm, your chief engineer is in Ten Forward tonight to discuss engineering with any interested characters. If your character is a brainiac who's been looking for something to do, maybe they can help out. Preemptive warning that while Geordi is a genius at what he does, I am not. I may have to handwave some Star Trek sciencey-wiency details, but it should be fun nonetheless! Come say hi and grouse about being stuck in space. )

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Ten Forward Social Lounge

OTA

EP #2: Ten Forward

Another day, another explosion - OTA

Practice flail [OPEN]

A Rose Like Any Other Has Arrived

Arboretum

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[OTA]

Protection (Ten Forward Lounge)

Another Ten Forward Story

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Belated Halloween Post - Adam is a Bard.

[holodeck] paint the deck neon green

Where am I now?

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Pirates, Coming Through

The Frog Prince Awakens - Openish?

Superhero that needs E // OTA~~

[living quarters area, day or two after alemar]

Arrival of a Pirate Space Princess

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

[Away Mission:] Day 3, Alemar III (Final battle)

Team #8: Monster Mash

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

But it's not Ernie's Smoothies... [Locked]

Open

A Ride on the M // WIZARD, W, ALL RIDERS, ASSEMBLE! // HOLODECK MOTORCYCLE COURSE OPEN!

Origami

first entrance

[Ten Forward] +1 Unhappy Engineer

Ten Forward

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March 2016

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