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Ten Forward

The lights in the lounge just flickered pretty spectacularly and went out for several long seconds. The silhouette of Pete stays very still, until a strange blue glow lights his face. It's his cell phone. "Uh. Ground Control to Major Tom? I have lost visual on my coco puffs. I repeat, coco puffs are AWOL."

He scoots his chair out and starts feeling his way around the room, trying to help. This ends the way you'd probably expect: with a loud crash and a Pete-shaped lump on the floor. "I'm okay!"

Turbolifts

Once the power is back on he hurries into the first available turbolift to make sure everyone he knows is okay and accounted for. He'll start at Myka's room and work his way from there. Uh, except common sense probably should have told Pete that if there were power issues he probably should have taken the stairs.

"Zoinks!" he shouts, gripping the back wall of the lift as it grinds to a stop. Right, so this whole starship Enterprise thing is uh-mazing so far -- he's already made mortal enemies with a Klingon and asked Captain Picard if he could rub his head for luck, so that's pretty much his bucket list taken care of. But is he really trapped in a turbolift on the Enterprise? Is this for real happening? "Ruh-roh."

Don't mind the guy in the corner who is not panicking, because he's too busy giggling with glee. The narration promises he isn't dangerous.

ethnobotany

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

It's only taken almost a decade.

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

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

ten_fwd_npcs

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

[[Note: due to AC drops, some classes may no longer have a PC teacher. We have chosen to leave the ones with students still signed up on the post for now, so if any of the students in a class with "NPC" marked as the instructor wants to make the top-level entry for the class, feel free to do so.]]

[example of a youth class]

( Schedule & Listing )

[[ooc: Please note, the School is currently a once-a-month post; all times listed are for IC purposes. Teachers will post in with a comment for their class, and students can then tag in to thread at any stage for classes held at any point in the month. Posting in is not compulsory; you are welcome to handwave attendance.

To sign up to teach, or to add your character as a regular student of a class, there will be a new post coming soon, the link will be edited in here and announced on the ooc comm. The next School post will be on April 4th.]]

student_lighter

Chris felt dizzy for a moment and reached out a hand to steady himself. When he looked up, he saw the ball of energy that was his powers floating up and away from him. Sadly, this was a familiar sight for the Halliwell family. But there was a bright side right? Mom wasn't around so no one got the power to randomly freeze time and blow shit up. Because mortals/regular humans? They couldn't handle that. Hell, they weren't meant to handle that. And reaching out a hand and blowing up the couch was kind of scary.

This. Was. Bad. Chris tried to think. He remembered a couple different instances when Warren witches had been separated from their powers. But, he hadn't done the power swap spell with anyone, and he was pretty sure he hadn't eaten or drank anything funky. Unless he had. Could the replicator program magical ingredients into food? Someone would have to have a good knowledge of technology and magic to do that. It was possible but....not likely.

Grabbing the necessary ingredients, Chris tried the first spell he thought of. Tried and true. Had to work. Right?
Powers of the witches rise
course unseen across the skies
Come to us who call you near
come to us and settle here

Right. Nothing happened. Crap. Either it didn't work because someone was blocking him or.....he didn't even have basic Witch powers anymore. Someone else was walking around with powers they should have. That was a karmic shitfest.

"Crap. Crap crap crap. Paige! Anyone? " Chris randomly called from his quarters.

and_she_waited

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

Walking in, there's a sign:

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

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

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

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

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

* That's 7PM and 11PM respectively!

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

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

ethnobotany

New Orleans Open

Nothing has really been good for Beverly in months. She's had patches of wonderful, good things, but overall, since the day she left sickbay on the Enterprise-E to the Borg, nothing has gone well. Not overall.

And now, just when she thought she was managing her flashbacks and nightmares again, she woke up one morning to find Fatima gone. So the guilt has set in. And the worry. And everything else. Fatima was like a daughter to her and Beverly misses her with every fiber of her being. A part of her is so angry with Q, beyond angry, Beyond something simple. She has never liked him. Not even once.

But right now? Beverly Cheryl Howard Crusher is 1000% done with Q. If he leaves them alone today, it would still be too late.

So, here she is in the holodeck today. Most people will come across her sitting by a trashcan of fire in the middle of a back alley. She's instructed the holodeck to make the fire big, so it's pretty much a bonfire. A contained bonfire, but a bonfire nonetheless.

Fire is calming to her. She loves the flickering lights, the way it smells.

Fire helps her cope.

Fire is real. Even when it isn't.

Orient Express Open

If New Orleans isn't the destination of choice, a visitor might open the holodeck doors to find themselves on a train. Right now, it's empty, but that might change. Beverly herself is on the train, with her back facing the front of it.

That may or may not be intentionally symbolic.

Whatever the case, she's curled up on one of the seats, her legs tucked up and her head resting against the window as she watches the world go by. On the seat between her and the wall is a PADD, the one she's been trying to use since Deanna made her suggestion. For now, it's enough to watch and think. Maybe she'll turn the actual story on sometime.

Five more minutes.

Five more minutes to mourn, to watch the back of the train, her life.

Five more minutes to feel guilt that she isn't there with Fatima, that she knows what Fatima will go back to but she isn't there to help.

Five more minutes to wonder about the version of Beverly Crusher who should be in this timeline and to feel guilt about that, too.

Five more minutes to feel numb.

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.

mockingjayed

The smell of smoke is thick in Katniss’ nose, and it feels like the whole of Panem is burning around her. ’If we burn, you burn with us.’ Her very words are coming back to haunt her. People’s screams ring in her ear. Fire, isn’t a good way to die. It’s slow, painful, and she can hear them all begging her to end their misery. Kato, Rue, Prim, she can’t get to any of them, she can’t even see him in the fog.

The only clear thing she can see in the distance, is the Presidential Palace, lit up in all it’s awful glory. It mocks her. For all that she has done, she’s done nothing but bring misery and pain to those around her, to innocent people. Peeta’s screams cut through to her left, and she whizzes looking for him. What she finds is a mutt with his face. Blood dripping from his jaws. Her blood she realises is she brings her hand up towards her face.

She wakes from her dream, pressing a hand to her mouth to silence the scream. Her wide eyes stare unseeingly for a second. Her chest rises rapidly and falls. Her mantra, to keep her sane is repeated over and over, until the horrors slide from her vision.

She is alive. Finnick is dead. She killed him before he could suffer. It should have brought her comfort but it didn’t. She is numb, unable to process his death. She is already responsible for so many pointless deaths. All she can think about is Snow, and ending this, once and for all, before she loses anymore people.

Finally, her vision clears, and she expects to see a mountain of furs surrounding her. What she sees is a metal corridor. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and Katniss springs to her feet. They’ve been found. Betrayed to the Capitol.

She reaches behind and finds she still has her bow and arrows. An arrow is notched in seconds, and Katniss looks around her like a caged animal. Does Snow mean to make a mockery of her death, in some last mini arena? Is Peeta already dead? A wordless cry escapes her lists. It can’t end like this.

But it should, a voice whispers in her head. This is how you were meant to die, alone, friendless, in the first Arena.

No.

“Snow, where are you?” Her eyes dart around, looking for a camera, or a screen.

ten_fwd_npcs

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

[example of a youth class]

Itinerary/Subjects
Archery, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Ballet, Room #0916 *
Botany, Classroom #5
Catching up to the 24th Century, Classroom #1
Creative Writing, Classroom #3
Diamond Mind, Room #0918
Earth History and Archaeology, Classroom #4
Earth Languages, Room #0914 *
Elantran Linguistics, Classroom #6
English & Poetry (Youth), Classroom #3
English & Poetry (Adult), Classroom #3
Everything You Need to Know to Become a Pirate, Classroom #9
Federation Primer, Classroom #1
First Aid (Advanced), Classroom #5
First Aid (Basic), Classroom #5
Geology, Classroom #5
Kenpo, Room #0918
Krav Maga, Room #0918 *
Law Enforcement, Classroom #9
Meditation, Classroom #7
Melee Combat Basics, Room #0918
Mixed Martial Arts, Room #0918
Multiverse Primer, Classroom #1
Physical Education (Youth), Room #0918
Physical Education (Adult), Room #0918
Ranged Combat Basics, Room #0918
Sailing (Beginners), Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Self Defense, Room #0918
Spark History 101, Classroom #4
Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Classroom #6
Sword Fighting 101, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Surviving the Wilderness, Classroom #7
Warp Theory & Starship Tech, Classroom #10
Working with Chakra, Classroom #7
Xenoanthropology, Classroom #8
Advanced Xenolinguistics, Classroom #6

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

Class Schedule

( Behind the cut! )

Staff
Ailyshia (Botany, Using Psychic Abilties)
Agatha Clay (Spark History 101)
Ayesh (Diamond Mind, Self-Defense (Substitute))
Bob Fraser (Surviving the Wilderness)
Emma Frost (Physical Education (Youth), Physical Education (Adult), Self Defense)
Emma Swan (Sword Fighting 101)
Fatima Merali (Multiverse Primer)
Finnick Odair (Sailing (Beginners))
Geordi La Forge, Lt. Cmdr. (Warp Theory & Starship Tech)
H.G. Wells (Creative Writing, Earth Languages (French), Kenpo)
Hugh Cambridge, Lt. (Catching up to the 24th Century, Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Xenoanthropology)
Jackal Egret (Melee Combat Basics (Substitute), Ranged Combat Basics (Substitute))
Jonas Quinn (Earth History & Archaeology)
Kale McCallum (Ranged Combat Basics)
Kate Barlow (English & Poetry (Youth), English & Poetry (Adult))
Kaylin Neya (Basic Melee Combat (Substitute) Elantran Linguistics, Law Enforcement, Self-Defense (Substitute))
Killian Jones (Sword Fighting 101, Everything You Need to Know to Become a Pirate)
Lorna Dane (Geology)
Mack Gerhardt (Mixed Martial Arts)
Minoru (Working With Chakra)
Oliver Queen (Multi-subject (Substitute))
Sam Bowe (Melee Combat Basics (Substitute), Mixed Martial Arts, Surviving the Wilderness (Substitute))
Terzen T'Karr, Lt. Cmdr. (Federation Primer, Warp Theory & Starship Tech (Substitute), Advanced Xenolinguistics)
Thea Queen (Archery)
Trever McCallum (Melee Combat Basics)
Yoda (Meditation, Swordfighting 101 (Substitute))
Ziva David (Ballet, Earth Languages (Italian), Krav Maga)

[ooc: Please note, the School is currently a once-a-month post; all times listed are for IC purposes. Teachers will post in with a comment for their class, and students can then tag in to thread at any stage for classes held at any point in the month. Posting in is not compulsory; you are welcome to handwave attendance.

To sign up to teach, or to add your character as a regular student of a class, see the OOC post here. The next School post will be on February 29th.]

madman_inabox

Eleven saw Clara's name on the rooming list during the holiday party, and he found it odd that he hadn't seen her as of yet. Maybe she was spending time with one of the other hims, and he planned on ignoring those feelings of jealousy that swelled up in his stomach thinking about that.

So, since everyone winds up in Ten Forward at some point or other, that's where the Doctor planned on spending the foreseeable future. Eventually, Clara would appear, or Amy, or maybe someone else that he hadn't talked to just yet.

Eleven sat at a table near the window eating his favorite food, fish fingers and custard, something he assumed someone would question him on. Maybe. Eventually.

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

bob_fraser_rcmp

Try not to read too much into the fact that Bob choses to find Cambridge in Ten Forward drinking. It was, at least, a definite choice on his part and one he displays not by immediately going up to Cambridge and starting to talk but by going up next to the man and ordering a drink of his own. Let's ignore the fact that he's a ghost, ok? He's stolen food of his son's plate. He can do this.

Current Mood: determined

primeverdeen

She had gone from sleeping all the time to unable to sleep at all. The nightmares had gotten worse, not better. Every day she was without her family, the more she was sure that they were all dead. She dreamed worse and worse things happening to them. Her roommate might be a ghost, but she still didn't want to bother him screaming in her sleep, so more and more she'd been doing her best to stay awake. But there were limits.

She had been heading towards the lounge with Buttercup, in hopes that the noise would keep her awake when her foot turned under her. She tumbled to the ground and just... couldn't remember why she should get up. When Buttercup couldn't rouse her, the mangy cat raced off, yowling at anyone who would listen.

Prim needed help.

orbed_out

Paige orbed into the middle of Ten Forward. She was just about to orb a weapon into her hand when she froze, her eyes wide and her hand outstretched.

This was not P3, and it was definitely not the manner.

"You have got to be kidding me," She muttered, as she made her way to the bar. "I thought we were done fighting things. So not fair."

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.

thesurlyone

In the busy evening of Ten Forward, a new arrival seems to appear in a swirl of white lights, already irate at something or someone from her tone of voice.

Already, the brunette had a finger up in that classic position of a mother about to chastise her child and half of her sentence tumbled out of her lips.

"--you orb me, young ma--"

And immediately, Piper stopped in the middle of her sentence.

"Oh...kay...where did you orb me to now, Wyatt?" she quietly asked herself.

Piper took in her surroundings. Looked like a bar but it was definitely not P3. She hadn't thought about remodeling it lately and was pretty sure mock ups were not in the books for today. The furniture looked futuristic and, as she slowly made her way around, a small sense of panic rose in her chest. She couldn't call Leo right now. Oh no.

"Paige?" she called out cautiously. Piper reached up and tucked her hair behind her ears, hands at the ready.

Just in case.

bob_fraser_rcmp

Bob isn't responsible for the lights flashing. He likes behind able to see. Though it goes off completely, you can expect that he's started a fire at some point. (He tends not to pleased whenever the ship's fire suppression kicks in!)

The turbolifts are pointless for a man who appears wherever he needs to be, so unless you happen to be in a conversation with him as you step inside, he tends not to use them.

If you're hearing voices and you go to investigate and finding nothing worries you that much? Worry no more, Bob will be appear! That'll make your fears disappear! ...Right?

Most often, Bob will just be minding his own business, happy to greet anyone who looks interesting.

Current Mood: weird

student_lighter

Chris had replicated a pen and padd of paper--it just felt weird to work on spells on a PADD and he couldn't afford distractions. Trying to help Trever last night hadn't gone well, but hopefully he'd show up today for their 'date' AKA the only way he could get the man to sit with him and brainstorm about how to break whatever magic had hold of him.

So, Chris was in Ten Forward, a couple of pieces of paper spread over the table, each containing a different spell or potion, or some combination of the two. He had a couple different spells and potions for sleeping, a spell to discourage a lover and remove gods from mortals that he had found in the Warren Book of Shadows. But he was still concerned with how any magic he did might react with the magic already working on Trever.

Chris bit his pen, and twirled it between his fingers, frustrated. Maybe he could find a leprechaun? They could use a little luck.

ten_fwd_npcs

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

[example of a youth class]

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

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

Class Schedule

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

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

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

decker_unit

This... wasn't right.

The last thing Captain Willard Decker remembers was standing in front of Voyager 6... No, standing in front of V'Ger, inputting the final sequence. Was this what happened when he joined with V'ger? If that's the case...

He looks around, confused, as though searching for something, scanning the crowd.

Nothing.

A frown crosses Decker's face, and he looks around once more, before shifting, and approaching someone.

"Excuse me, sorry for interrupting, but... Where am I?"

primeverdeen

Prim promised her friends she'd make the effort, and she was trying. Trying to have reasons other than feeding her animals to live, to keep moving. But it was hard, so hard. Her limbs felt leaden and her head ached and all she wanted to do was sleep. But she promised. So she was trying to find Killian and Fatima. Show them she was alive, so she could go back to her quarters again. With the ghost roommate who couldn't tell her if the lack of Katniss' ghost was a good thing or a bad one.

The lack of Katniss. Tears welled in hollow eyes. Would this feeling of being scraped out and empty ever go away? No Katniss. No Mom. No district who needed her. No Panem who saw her as the sister of the Girl on Fire. Without Katniss, without her mom, in a place where they don't need medical help from a kid like her... Who was she? What was the point of her?

radishearring

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

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

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

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

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

makesbettermouth

Amy is starving and busy, and both states have combined to make her one grouchy person.

You can find her trying to organize a pink folder filled with practical pictures that look like Polaroids (Thank you, replicator) in between bites of an enormous bmlt.

If you ask nicely she might share her cheese fries.

i_am_badwolf

For the past two weeks the more alert of the crew might have noticed something odd. A misprint in a book, a glitch on a computer display, an errant sound picked up while scanning transmissions. It was there, a blip on the radar of existence. Just two words, repeating and returning.

Bad Wolf

For most people this was a meaningless thing, beneath passing notice. But some might know or feel there was more to it than that. For those who could feel it, or those just out for a stroll, the clues would lead them to Deck 7 and down the long corridor lined with quarters to the open door of room 0772.

Inside was a woman trying to make sense of the universe she found herself in, she was pouring over the computer looking for any hint of home.

chaotica

A starship never sleeps. Even the third watch, in what would be the wee hours of the morning in an equivalent planetside clock, functions enough to keep a capital starship under control. Which is to say, hundreds of people are going about their duties. But, a starship does have rhythms, and this shift represents the time when people are least active socially.

Which is exactly why Hugh Cambridge sits himself down in Ten-Forward now.

Because the nightmares are back.

They haven't been around for years. Oh, they'll rear up, one night in a very long while, usually aimless strung-out sequences, endless starship corridors, shaking lights and fires and ever-morphing enemy encounters. Cambridge's nightmares are never specific things, but they're not subtle, either. He's afraid of what's coming, just like he used to be afraid of what had already happened.

He rests his forehead on the bar after the second Scotch - the real stuff, not synthehol - and begins to breathe deep and quell his panic.

-

On another night, after another nightmare, he quells it in a different way.

Open the holodeck doors - they're not locked for privacy - and there's a studio, mirrors all along one wall. Cambridge dances with a single partner - female, lovely - in some pseudo-jazz number, something old-fashioned.

It's easy to see that he's trained, on first glance. His movements are precise and practiced, and he is flexible, strong enough to do lifts, jumps. But, next to a professional dancer, he wouldn't look very good. Technique or no, Cambridge isn't an artist of dance. He doesn't elevate the dance, doesn't make it his own. He just does it. It makes him an unusually good dancer among laypeople, but not much at all among dancers.

Doesn't matter to him. He's there to be distracted, not to show off.

primeverdeen

Prim woke when the alarm on her padd woke her. Time to feed Buttercup and Lady. Then she could go to sleep again. She might have nightmares when she slept, but at least in the nightmares.... Katniss is there. At least she's not alone.

But when she woke up...

She got up and fed the animals, refilling their water bowls. She was about to go to back to bed, then she saw the notice on her padd, waiting for her.

A new roommate. She went to Katniss' side of the quarters. Touched Katniss' bed. No trace of her warmth left.

And then... then someone else will come... and use her bed?

She sank to the floor, tears running down her face. Someone else is taking Katniss' place. But...

....

... does that mean that... she really.... isn't coming back?

When her new roommate came in, he'd find her sitting on the floor beside the bed that's made and neat, sobbing into her hands.

bob_fraser_rcmp

He doesn't like being so short. Or so solid when he's not used to being so short. He's hit himself off of several desks and tables now.

And there's something else creeping. He's almost claustrophobic. It's not like he feels like the walls are coming on him, but they feel so restricting that anxious pit in his stomach makes him want to curl up into a ball and... well he's not even sure what he wants to do then, but it's not happy thoughts.

He's reluctantly at the Holodeck doors, his hand over the user interface, not one to talk to a computer. He goes through the menu. Dixon Hill, Callisthenics... none of these seemed particularly helpful. His hands moved with increasing skill as he went through the options before finding his way to a landscapes menu and he found some name he recognised. He selected that and waited for the computer to announce its readiness before stepping through.

He found himself in a grassland that was used to hardy weather and high altitude. It featured several cattle with long hair - yaks, Bob recognised them as. Some distance away, signs of human habitation were present in the form of pieces fabric - prayers of a kind - flapping in the wind.

The young man felt braced by the cool wind rather than chilled by it and started to explore the area.

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."

4thdimensional

Looks like Q's having another merry round of passenger-picking, and this time he's brought...a strange old cowboy? He's wearing far more timepieces than usual for one--bulging out of his pockets, something slightly anachronistic on each wrist, and there's a love for classic gizmos all around.

When he appears, he spends a few moments gaping at the bar, and after he immediately progresses to the window. Stars. He's spontaneously materialized on a starship, and for that to exist, he's thinking he's overshot 1985 by a few years. Maybe a few centuries.

He'll spend most of his time idly watching, drinking the water...and, perhaps, turning his gaze inward to study the people aboard. It's a fascinating display, and...oh, right, he probably shouldn't wear the hat indoors. He'll just self-consciously tuck it under his chair. "Good evening," he'll offer. "Afternoon? Morning? I'm afraid my timepieces must be woefully out of sync."

super_seal

In the last handful of hours, Steve McGarrett had been in a plane crash, hand-to-hand combat with Wo Fat, a gun fight with the Yakuza, and a stand-off with Adam Noshimuri. He was tired, sore and still bloody, not taking time to clean up after reuniting with his team to escort Wo Fat to his holding cell.

Now that Wo Fat was secure, Steve was looking forward to getting home and having a shower. He expected Danny to show up at some point and the two would share a beer out on the lanai before bed. No better way to finish off what had been a stressful but overall productive day.

Leaving the jail, still dressed in his black cargo pants and T-shirt, he headed out to his truck with a smile on his face. He could feel the pull of the bruises and cuts with the smile - the double angled-line shallow cuts on his right cheek and the split and swollen lip on the left side of his mouth. Using his thumb he gently touched the cut on his left forehead, thankful to find it had stopped bleeding but had no doubt that his left eye and cheek was going to be a nice shade of black and blue by morning.

Suddenly, in between one step and the next, he’s no longer outside crossing the prison parking lot but… He stops short eyes darting around. He has no idea where he actually is.

Crouching slightly he’s instantly ready for action. His right hand instantly moves to rest on his gun in it’s holster on his hip, while his left is held out slightly from his body, ready to defend himself or pull the knife that stored in his boot.

Eyes wide he scans his new surroundings. It looks like a restaurant of some sort. Tables and chairs throughout with a bar running along one wall. The other wall a bank of windows with what appears to be outer space on the other side. Steve frowns, confused. Where the hell is he?!

Where he is exactly is a question that he needs answered but it’s not the current priority. He’s still assessing for threats, although he notices that the people around him seem to be relaxed. Enjoying dinner or a drink at the bar.

What the hell?!

Current Location: Ten Forward

Ten Forward Social Lounge

March 15th, Turbolift Malfunction | OTA, but paging Henry Mills and Zoey Westen~

hello from the other side ( open )

[School]: The continuing classes...

When is a Whitelighter-Witch not? (OTA)

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

hello from the other side ( open )

OTA; backdated to before sickbay

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12.

[School]: The continuing classes...

A Doctor walks into a bar [Open]

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

For Cambridge

OTA - A small collapse in the halls

There's no place like home.... or not

Definitely not in Kansas anymore: OTA

Ten Forward

Fraser, the Friendly Ghost - OTA

Whitelighter office hours are now in session [open]

[School]: Classes Have Now Begun

+1 Displaced Starfleet Captain

Wandering lost - OTA

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

OTA

...and I create myself

I already survived this once [ota]

New roomate - locked to Bob Fraser

In the Holodeck

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

EP - Ten Forward

OTA | Arrival

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