ten_fwd | Entries tagged with booker dewitt

After a vivid dream Lorna woke up and almost immediately started to cry. It was easier to make her cry these days. She wanted to blame it on the baby, and maybe that was part of it, but the real truth was that she was just finally letting herself feel her emotions.

What made it more awkward was that Booker had slept over the previous night and she was curled up against him while she cried about the guy she'd rather be in bed with.

just_dewitt

[Private Log: Upon discovering his daughter gone, but his granddaughter still around, Booker DeWitt finds time to visit a friend, and talk to her about it.]

magneticxman

Surfing has always been one of Lorna's favorite hobbies. She'd looked forward to it from the moment the next stop had been announced. As soon as transport to the ground was available Lorna was on it, eyes wide as she took in the beautiful beaches and the brilliant ocean.

After a few days of surfing Lorna is ready to take it a little easier. She has an honest to goodness magazine on the blanket next to her, but she's not even looking in its direction. Instead she's in her smallest bikini, with the straps tucked under her arms instead of over her shoulders. Sunbathing, after so long on a ship, feels glorious. She's not asleep but her eyes are closed as she basks in the UV rays.

just_dewitt

Some days were just made for drinking. Other days were made for really not giving many cares, and still others were made for grinning a lot at random strangers.

Sometimes, when you were lucky, these days all came together.

In one corner of the Arboretum, a man sat, a guitar in his hands, a wild grin on his face, and a very large flagon of beer to one side of him. Having been wandering, drinking, and randomly thinking, Booker had decided it was time to relax. Of course, for him, today, relaxing meant grinning wildly at people with wide eyes as he played music and occasionally sang or drank. He wsn't remotely drunk, just enjoying himself.

just_dewitt

Open to All - To The Market We Go!

Booker was in the shops area, wandering, with Anne along for moral support, peering about, and looking for a last minute birthday gift. He had already gotten one small one, but he wanted more, and he wasn't sure what to get. Despite living with her, he had no real idea what to get to make Elizabeth happy. Though, the way things were going, it looked like it would soon be Samanosuke's job to do that. Maybe. Or later. Maybe.

Kids these days, always so confusing.

So he was wandering with a baby strapped to his chest, in a carrier, and looking confused.

****

( Closed to Elizabeth: Later that evening )

fishermansweater

Finnick hadn't intended to spend the afternoon in the lounge when he walked in. He'd been going to have lunch with Annie, but he'd just sat down when his clothes had, once again, changed. It had been a long time since that had last happened, but he'd remembered it.

Finnick had found his loose cotton shirt suddenly covered with a blue frock coat, and he'd sprung to his feet to smooth it down, examining the cut and the fabric.

In truth, it wasn't far from his normal style. He'd decided he kinda likes it, and the silk sash around his waist, too.

The hat was a little much, but he tilted it to a jaunty angle and lounged back in his seat, grinning.

Annie, though, had let out a dismayed little squeaking sound as she looked down at herself. A tight red and gold bodice, laced at the front, had appeared over her blouse, and her cheeks were flushing deep and hot at the way it accentuated her chest.

Finnick had no objections, but at the look on her face, he'd plucked the hat from his head and dropped it onto hers to make her smile. Annie likes hats.

It was only when they'd gotten their food that they discovered that there was now real rum to be had at the bar, and by the time the sea shanties started playing, Annie was already a little more giggly than usual.

At first Finnick doesn't recognize the words, but the second time the shanties start playing, he knows the tune, and he starts to sing along, to the version of the lyrics he knows: names changed, occasional words, phrases, whole lines different. The rhyme scheme, though, and the rhythm, they're the same: a halyard shanty is a halyard shanty.

Some of the shanties are even the same.

[ OOC note: Open to all for Finnick! Although Annie is floating around, she's not available for tagging because of mun availability, so feel free to assume you've caught him when she's off doing something else. This post was written with Annie-player's input and approval. ]

rejoined

The last thing Jadzia expected after her wedding was to get whisked off somewhere. Well, no, she expected the Chief and Julian to play their part and "attack" the happy couple, but she definitely didn't expect to open her eyes after the first volley to find herself somewhere else entirely. She blinks warily. Usually, when this happens nothing good comes of it. Or, well, okay getting tossed back to the Kirk's timeline had been fun, even if they were trying to save him from a tribble-bomb. She could have done without getting stuck in 2024 though.

So here she is, walking the hallways cautiously. She's already asked the computer to tell her what ship this is and the answer was most definitely not comforting. Eventually, she ends up in Ten Forward, where she knows she'll find someone happy to give her answers. At least she'll be gathering attention very quickly with what she's wearing.

Little does she know her Klingon wedding dress might garner even more attention than she expects.

loiseau_ou_la_cage

Option 1, the arboretum

Elizabeth is sitting in the hydroponic garden, trying to tune a guitar. She has a tuning fork, but it's not in use anymore because she's tuned that string already. Now she's trying to remember how to use the little dots on her frets to bring the rest into line. It would probably be easy to look up on the PADD but for now she's enjoying being alone with her thoughts and the intermittent twang of strings. Once she gets the hang of it the tuning goes quickly and she switches to using the guitar to lead herself in vocal warm ups. She sings loudly, unafraid of drawing an audience.

Option 2, Ten Forward

Later in the day Elizabeth is in the bar reading aloud to Anne. Anne is sleeping in her pram, which she's nearly outgrown. Elizabeth doesn't mind that her audience is sound asleep. She loves Walt Whitman. He has such imagery and a zest for life that she adores.

This poem has specific meaning for Elizabeth, though she isn't sure it's the best to read to a baby.

"My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."

Private to Booker

After all the socializing Elizabeth was relieved when she got home. She put Anne on the floor by the replicator and started to make them both dinner, calling out to Booker as she worked. "Are you here? It's been a ridiculous day."

just_dewitt

( Part One: OTA - In the Midst of Battle... )

***

( Part Two: Locked to Elizabeth DeWitt - Back at the ranch... )

norefunds

The only appropriate response to finding oneself's back on this dreary Federation ship at the whim of a capricious omniscient was locating something with a high alcohol or other mind altering component and making sure it hit his system as quickly as possible.

Thus, Quark was at a bar. Not his bar- which he was currently trying not to think about. Being a patron of what he, perhaps irrationally, thought of as competition irked him, but at this juncture it was pretty much unavoidable.

Oh, and Klingons were probably attacking. It just had to be Klingons, because apparently the universe hated him today. Hopefully they wouldn't storm the bar. Or destroy the ship.

"One more of this one. Or the other one- with the green- Just give me both."

general_chang

[Klingons Boarding]

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

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

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

[Shield Repair]

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

[Fighting with Chang]

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

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

Current Mood: infuriated

loiseau_ou_la_cage

Elizabeth wished she could enjoy the Enterprise the way Booker did. He behaved like none of it was real and she was so jealous of his light-hearted nature. Everything about the ship reminded her of some past tragedy. The ship itself was too much like Rapture with its enclosed spaces and lack of proper breezes. That, she thought, was why she was having nightmares again. There wasn't much difference between the bottom of the ocean and the middle of space, when it came down to it.

( CW: torture, PTSD, and depression )

She sat in the bar in her pajamas and bathrobe. A glass of wine sat on the table in front of her, next to a sketchpad and charcoals. Both were untouched. She apparently preferred to stare at them and brood. She looked as upset as she felt: her jaw was slack, her eyes unfocused, brow furrowed somewhat at her thoughts and memories.

magneticxman

Lorna isn't sure why but she's noticed that the social ecosystem on the Enterprise has changed. At first it bothered her, but she doesn't know anyone who's changed so eventually she chalks it up to cabin fever. Truthfully she's a little tired of being confined herself, so she can be sympathetic.

She wanders into Ten Forward reading a PADD and eating an apple. Her attention is on these two things but she still manages to side step everyone she might otherwise bump into. There's a clear table by the window, so that's the one she takes. Once she's seated she looks out the window, smiles softly, and finishes her apple.

ooc: Lorna will be changing partway through all threads into her House of M self.

ETA: Lorna and Booker's thread is highly NSFW

air_sprite

Personal Log: Angle of Incidence

Trilby (Elliot, Grantforth, Tivor and various other last names) hasn't been aboard long, so it's perfectly understandable that the change in style isn't noticed.

Trilby, however, is meant to turn heads.

Her suit is black and made from fine wool. Her hair is longer, and swept into an updo that looks so simple it must have taken an hour or more to get right. Everything shouts that all Trilby should have to do to be heard is whisper and that no part of her credit should ever be checked.
Mostly though the changes are in her eyes.

This is a Trilby who isn't looking for a friendly conversation, but for a target.

Ready... Aim...

whereishe

( I bought you a drink.. )

just_dewitt

( Cut for Adult sexual and emotional type happenings. )

(ooc: So, this is a continuation of a blind date thread. It will contain NC-17 content of the adult sexual kind, so don't look at it if you're at work, or if such things offend thee.)

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: Ezri's quarters

and_she_waited

In some wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey universe where it is a perfect Saturday night ~~and certainly not a Sunday afternoon~~, one can walk into a lounge out in the heart of space and see it made over with candles and linen tablecloths and red rose centerpieces. It's not anything quite as grand as what Q could do. Amy is using the romance of the room: windows looking out across the stars, soft lighting; she even has a trio in one corner playing flute, cello, and violin.

As you walk into Ten Forward, you'll see a sign which says ♥ BLIND DATING TONIGHT, 7PM ♥ and a redhead standing by with 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; even if Amy's first go at this had been that big of a success, the woman in charge, Guinan, insisted the room stay open for other patrons. She's taken mostly the tables around the outside of the room, where there is the best view of space and a little privacy, and each of those tables has a number on it.

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 she truly thinks she outdid herself this time.

[ooc: So for everyone who's been on a blind date before, you know the drill. You and your partner will get a card with your table number, introductions can happen there and where it goes after that is up to you! The Date Gone Wrong scenarios are here if you need a refresher. You can mingle with other participants at the bar; after all, this is all about meeting new people! Threadhop, tag around, tag someone you might not otherwise meet, have fun with it. Again, you don't have to use this post, you can make your own locked posts for your dates, but this should give you a good idea of the setting you have to work with. Amy will be close by if anyone needs her, and I will be available all night if anyone needs me! HAVE FUN. :D]

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

just_dewitt

The coffee steamed and Booker sighed as he watched the area, his hands assembling seemingly innocent pieces of machinery into something that looked more and more like a gun. His own pistol was in a shoulder holster now, hidden, mostly, and this was, well, it was maybe fun?

Kind of.

Booker had arrived a few hours before, and managed to realize where he was without making an idiot of himself. without finding people he really knew, he was relegated to waiting for the inevitable security guard to find hi and escort him to quarters to await Sickbay's convenience. He had been reduced to asking the replicator for a standard issue restricted PADD, and for large text random articles and stories to read. And so he had gotten them.

His PADD was filled with everything from love poetry to part one of some sort of science fiction epic story. And some articles on how to build things. Amused and bored, he had gone back to a replicator and ordered parts needed, and now he was sitting at a table, his back to the wall, and watching people as he assembled the pieces. It would make a special gun, one that held no power source, but one that was something like a taser, if supposedly not as powerful.

It was slowly coming together as he watched the room, his traditional scowl even on his face as he kept his eyes moving.

(ooc: NSFW content in the Yuna thread)

just_dewitt

Late last night...

Booker had forgotten all about the Secret Santa thing he had signed up for while bored one day, and when he got the notification, so suddenly, he flailed a bit. But, with one idea only, he headed for Risa to find something, anything, to get for a present. His target was a man named Neal, and he had no clue what to get him, or even who this man was. As he walked through the market area, he found a man and woman team selling curiosities, and with his limited budget, he grinned as he spotted something. Yes, that would do. He bought what he saw, and also, just randomly, another object weighing down one corner of the stall. He was in a hurry, so he brushed off the seller's instructions about the items, and had them gift-wrapped, and boxed.

Back on the ship, with help from the computer, the staff, and hallways, he found where Neal was staying. It only took him three tries to find the right place. He carefully, and with all the stealth developed in his years of being a sneaky bastard, left the present for the man to find, and then left just as quickly.

So, there would be a box outside Neal's rooms. Inside, each wrapped individually, would be a Rain Stick, and a horga'hn, with a simple note.

"Merry-Post Christmas, from your Secret Santa." With no signature.

just_dewitt

( Cut for, well, rhymes... )

Current Location: ship, ten forward

spideys

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the Enterprise, not a creature was sleeping ... especially not with the suckling pigs still running about.

(And let's not forget what may or may not be rumours of Q appearing.)

This hardly mattered, for there were celebrations at hand - festivities from Saturnalia to the Winter Solstice to Christmas. And somewhere deep within the winding halls and half-occupied rooms of the starship, a young teenager can be found tinkering with a spaghetti bowl's worth of different colourful wires and chips and bits, his trusty (well, sometimes), trouble-loving (definitely) roommate closeby doing the same.

Peter's got his iPod and a couple of pin connectors tucked into his pocket, ready to be used at any point, so long as he can get the wiring to work to his favour because he's pretty sure Apple-specific pin connectors aren't going to be automatically provided here in the 24th century. Thankfully there's the replicator (and hours worth of careful direction) for that.

Jack has been keeping the snow going in the Ten Forward lounge and it's started to accumulate, making it the perfect environment for a soundtrack ... but while it's an awesome starting point, Peter's got greater ambitions than that. It might be difficult, it might get him into a hell of a lot of trouble, but it'll be worth it if he can get his and Quill's music to play across a greater expanse of the ship - maybe the entire thing, even if only for a few hours.

"Hey, do you think we're ready to go?" Peter asks, glancing up from his side of the communication access panel. He's started to tuck wires back into the wall a bit like stuffing a turkey.

"Uh huh ... just let me -" There's the sound of an affirming beep! and then Quill gives Peter the thumbs up and something of a smug upturn of his lips. "Yeah. We're ready."

There are a couple moments of silence, and then Peter sits back, ready to finally give his work a trial run as the ol' familiar iTunes screen appears ... with some simplifications. Quill looks a little skeptical upon seeing what is probably primitive to him, and it is primitive, even to Peter. But it'll do.

"Okay." He plugs his iPod in, waiting for the moment when the ship's system detects his device. Seconds feel like hours until finally the screen registers a menu of playlists.

"Ha! It works."

Gleefully, Peter scrolls through the expansive list (hey, 80GB of music gives him options!), and finds 'Christmas Music for Aunt May'. Immediately, the deep crooning sound of Bing Crosby's voice as he sings 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas' can be heard everywhere a speaker is located along a great part of the ship, and most certainly in Ten Forward lounge. "Merry Christmas, starship Enterprise."

oiseau_ou_cage

( closed to Booker )

OTA
Once the pig was captured Elizabeth took him to Risa. He was pretty big, but she still managed to sell him to be someone's pet on the planet. She hoped the pig would have a good life with his new owner, or at least that she wouldn't hear about it if the pig became dinner instead of a family member.

The credits were important because she wanted to commemorate the insane journey she'd undertaken since Rapture. It was disturbing to her that she had no physical proof of any of the things she'd gone through in life. For all she knew everything she'd ever gone through was all in her head. So she sat on a bench close to a cafe, sipping a spicy and warm drink while she sketched and colored ideas for tattoos. The most important thing to her was that it be beautiful. Too many of her recent works were full of pain and fear. This had to be hopeful, and it had to be hers.

Drawing something on demand when you don't have any ideas is difficult, so she was looking up a lot, hoping to find inspiration.

ten_fwd_npcs

The events of the last several days have been quite... intriguing. The responsibility of giving the new arrivals chaperones — or pairing them off and calling them 'roommates', as it is more often said — and assigning them permanent residence on the Enterprise usually falls on Lt. Worf's shoulders. However, given the strange events that have befallen Lt. Worf's current timeline, it is Lt. Cmdr. Data who has been given the responsibility today.

He looks across the faces of those gathered before him in Ten Forward, and then over his shoulder to take in the strange appearance of Ten Forward. An event called 'Saturnalia' still seems to be affecting the lounge's appearance, much to the discomfort of the captain and several other chiefs of staff. Data merely turns back, and utters a soft, "Hm."

"Now that Dr. Crusher has cleared everyone for ship-wide access, you will be assigned quarters and instructed on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. Please, listen carefully to my following words.

"The computer will instruct you as to where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only need to utter a verbal command, and it will show you where each area is located and give you directions on how to get there. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, and all command centers are off-limits.

"There are a few rules you must follow before I give you your new assignments. 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.

"Copies of the Prime Directive will be made available to you and placed in each room. As you are not Starfleet officers, you are not obligated to abide by this rule; however, it is important you understand why we ourselves do."

He pauses to be sure everyone is paying attention, and nods once he is satisfied. "Now, I will read you the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them."

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0711 - Billy Cranston and Yuna
Room # 0714 - Wan and TenSoon
Room # 0729 - Booker DeWitt and Neena Thurman
Room # 0732 - Belle Gold, Mr. Gold and Jonas Quinn
Room # 0733 - Mack Gerhardt and Peggy Carter
Room # 0737 - Samanosuke Akechi and Kira Nerys
Room # 0749 - The Doctor and Laura Kinney
Room # 0751 - Kaylee Frye and Simon Tam
Room # 0752 - Marika Kato and Neal Cassidy
Room # 0758 - Percy Jackson and Trance Gemini
Room # 0759 - Diaval and Mitsuru Kirijo
Room # 0763 - Robin Hood and Gaheris Rhade

Deck 08, VIP quarters
Room # 0145 - Christopher Pike
Room # 0146 - Elizabeth DeWitt and Spock
Room # 0147 - Pavel Chekov
Room # 0148 - Leonard Horatio McCoy and Jack Twist

"Lt. Worf will remain in his quarters on Deck 7, Section 25 Baker, as will Dr. Katherine Pulaski on Deck 8, Room # 3357," Data continues, pausing minutely before he continues. "General Chang and Khan Noonien Singh will be placed on the security level of Deck 33, Room # 5245, and it is highly advised others not go there without supervision.

"I will remain here to answer questions," he concludes. "Security will be standing by to escort you if needed."

The list is also displayed on a PADD, where people can refer to it if they need to.

[ooc: Open log for building CR with new roommates and meeting neighbors, "party post" style! 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 is a post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and find more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there. 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. ]

writes_with_digital_ink

Pigs.

Nerf guns.

Random, fun-inducing snow flurries (and don't think she hasn't noticed that, Whoever It Was Who Thought That One Up).

So it's with a larger degree of caution than she's used to employing that Gaila, now armed with a nerf gun and wearing rather more sensible clothes than she usually wears (less flowing lines of fabric, more of the 'leggings and boots and jacket' ), makes her way around the ship.

At some point, she may even notice the sprigs of mistletoe that appear and then wink out of existence, but, hey. Computer nerd who happily spends a lot of time in front of the computer: situational awareness isn't her strong point.

alwaysnotwrong

There are pigs in the corridors. Large, squealing, hairless sows, squeaking piglets, even one moderately imposing boar is making Deck Ten his run... and somebody has to round them up. Never mind that there have been dangerous convicts and honourless villains appearing at random aboard the Enterprise with the rest of its harmless new 'guests', Worf has worked under the orders of Captain Picard for years. Even if he has only been reintegrated to his old role for a few days, he is one of the first to understand how important it will be to round these suids up.

That is why he can be found all across the Enterprise, along with his team of security officers, attempting to trick the crafty, pink-skinned beasts into dead ends and forcefield barriers. You might encounter the Klingon tracking his prey with a look of tight-jawed frustration on his own... or you might just be surprised to hear him bellowing as he gives chase to some potentially infuriating sow.

He has not yet discovered the true danger in all of this: mistletoe hanging from innocuous bulkhead beams has been causing crew and civilians alike to share kisses. If Worf does not deputize you in his attempt to capture the last of these tricksome beasts, you might just have the misfortune of being under the same sprig at the same time as him. He will apologize afterwards, but be warned: he bites.

((A catch-all event for Worf's pig and mistletoe shenanigans! Feel free to reply here if you'd like to get in on either!))

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.

just_dewitt

Booker had been here a short time, but he already felt overwhelmed and a little lost. He was a survivor, and he knew he would eventually be fine, but in the meantime, he felt still out of it. Booker sighed as he looked around, eying the corridors as the turbolift doors closed on them, whirring him away toward Ten Forward. The corridors all looked the same, and constantly seemed to stretch on for eternity, and that was just those between his new rooms and the turbolift, and the turbolift and ten forward.

He'd not yet ventured into the rest of the ship, as he was still on quarantine, and he had no desire to cause a fuss. Even so, He’d heard someone murmur about their being miles and miles of corridor and he could believe it. He was starting to realize just how big this place was, and wondering in a sort of daydream kind of way what the faces of those on Columbia would look like if he showed up with this ship and brought their floating city down once and for all.

He was brought out of his daydream by the opening of the turbolift, ahead, and he sauntered forward to the doors of Ten Forward, stepping in with a curious glance. And then stopping, mouth dropping open. Once his surprise was gone, he chuckled and ventured forward, eyes drawn from wonder to wonder. Stars moving outside the main window, aliens of all kinds, in uniform and out, alongside humans who were dressed just as diversely, and the long bar, at which people moved. It all was... a lot to take in.

This was definitely not Portland!

(ooc: and the Domino and Booker thread looks like it will be NSFW for sexytimes, as well as include possibly triggering mentions of attempted suicide, so read at your own risk!)
(ooc: Also, all threads happen before the Domino and Booker one, for timeliness. And yes, this post is open for more tags.)

Current Mood: surprised
Current Location: ten forward

ten_fwd_npcs

Sickbay is fairly ordinary for a ship's hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, perhaps excluding the sun avatar, but Trance Gemini is as skilled as the Starfleet officers.

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

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

[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA! For new characters, tagging isn't mandatory but going to sickbay ICly is. So if you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. For those who are tagging, we have Simon Tam, Rory Williams, Beverly Crusher, and Julian Bashir on deck, with Trance Gemini by request only. If you have a preference, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your intro yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive, and backtagging is love! There will be a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]

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

bet_on_the_river

[previously: In 1893, a man picks up a baby, thinks about his life, and puts the baby down again. Spoilers for Infinite. Contents include: passing mentions of the existence of violence (including domestic and wartime), death (including women and children), sexual assault and substance abuse; also a bit of the era's obsession with whiteness and American-ness, and some really emotionally-unhealthy characters. Sure, the only happy people in the Bioshock universe are evil, brainwashed, about to die, or Baguette Boy, but even so Booker's in a class by himself. Your variables, as always, will vary. Void where prohibited.]

bet_on_the_river

Booker's just from an earlier time; he's not stupid. He understands how to run a holodeck program, but he hasn't decided on one. That's why he's standing there surrounded by the bare grid.

Well, what do people normally do?

Shall he relive past battles? Generate wave upon wave of women and children for him to massacre, to torment him with their dying screams--he could earn himself a holographic Medal of Honor, to go with his real one. Or be a Pinkerton again, and hear the crunch of holographic bone as he beats back people whose biggest crime is wanting to be treated like humans. Or go back home: conjure up his office, best detective on the Bowery, and sit and wait for the desperate holograms to bring him their problems--whores and fairies* and foreigners, people with nowhere else to go.

That Mr. DeWitt, he'll treat you fair. He don't judge, and he don't expect your virtue in return, neither.

Or he could try--what was it the woman had said? Go to Paris, or the forest, or try rock climbing, or visit other planets, or the great books of history, or... someone else's dream, someone else's happiness. He hasn't earned that.

"Okay, computer. Bottle of Scotch and a glass--uh, put it on a table. I'm not drinking on the floor."

Completely interruptable non-program.

*[back then the Bowery was NYC's gay neighborhood, the categories weren't straight vs gay but instead masculine-presenting vs feminine-presenting, and 'fairy' was the correct and non-derogatory term for gender-nonconforming men, for whom Booker has nothing but respect and affection, as does his mun]

Current Location: Holodeck

Ten Forward Social Lounge

locked to Booker

Personal Log: Sorrows And New Statuses

(no subject)

One Silly Man, some music, and the Arboretum

(no subject)

Drink up me hearties! OTA

wake me up when it's all over (open)

ota, let me know which option you want

Multipart Post; Backdated to the beginning of the Klingon Invasion

Quark Returns (and he's not happy about it) [OTA]

Klingons Onboard

(no subject)

(no subject)

Alternate Actors [OTA]

[Locked to Booker]

A Reborn Soldier and a Trill meet: Chemistry Happens

Mrs. Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams Cordially Invites You to Get Your Freak On {Blind Date Mixer!}

Return of a Cowboy

for Neal(kepthimhuman)

Late last night - All through the ship.

what's christmas without a little bit of music?

(no subject)

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #6

Somewhere in the hallways

Saturnalia Suuuuuui!

Jack Frost's Winter Wonderland!

Stepping into (almost)Endless Wonder (OTA)

[Sickbay]: Round Six Scans and Vaccines

flashback time

Holodeck: No Program

Ten Forward

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