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Natasha had only been a little flip when she'd told Stark she was treating being here as a vacation. Relaxing, or rather, burying herself in linguistic study, has been...

Nice.

Fun.

She wouldn't go so far as to say good for her, but buried underneath the intelligence officer is a thwarted academic who is still bitter the NKVD never let her finish her post-graduate linguistic studies.

And yet, the agent is what she is, and she needs to keep her edge - both for her work, and for her own peace and mind and paranoia.

So today, Natasha is in the holodeck, firing guns. She'd started with targets in a mock indoor firing range, and then moved to an 'outside' one. Handguns, then rifles. And if anyone walks in, that's where they'll find her: lying on her stomach on the dirt, shooting quick moving targets.

She's wearing ear-protection, so if anyone wants to talk to her, maybe wait until she's finished her round.

dressmaking

To say Lacey is getting a little stir-crazy would be an understatement.

It's true that she'd much rather be on this ship than in Panem; she'd rather be anywhere but Panem. No one who's been through what she has would have any special love for their home world, either. But Enterprise still feels claustrophobic, and it's not as if there's anywhere she can go that's not the ship. Out there is only stars.

So she's taken to a few small projects in order to distract herself from the way her mind gets when there's nothing to do. She'd gotten an embroidery hoop, some linen, a few yards of silk ribbon, thread and needles from the replicator, and started on a simple piece. She's done more difficult work than this before, but it's been a long time and she wants to be sure she still remembers how.

Yesterday she'd spent working on this in her room, but that had started to feel too cramped, and as much as she would rather isolate herself here (because she can, because here she can be anonymous and no one's watching her or expecting her to do anything), the lounge gives her a little more space to spread out.

She can be found at a table in one corner of the lounge, currently in the process of stitching some green ribbon leaves onto the linen set in the hoop. Periodically, she glances up, assessing the room, before returning to her work.

It's not only distracting, it's calming, and she feels something like herself for the first time in a long while.

oneahn_ayesh

Istini Ayesh Ni Hata Kan had achieved mastery before her world ended. Before the first time her world ended, that is. Now, far in the future, last left, she found peace in her meditations, and calmness. You might have seen her before. She spends time in the lounge, which is where she is now, and she walks the halls. She uses the holodeck, but that is of little help, since she usually remembers to lock it.

But she is usually quiet, not speaking unless spoken to, usually drawing little attention. The woman is short, almost child-like in size, though the silver here and there in her dark tight curly hair proves her to be an adult. As usual, since being told her uniform was not for her until she earns it here as she had there, she wears a black quilted jacket over a thin shirt and black quilted pants. She is usually seen with a rather large knapsack.

Today, something is different. She is dressed as ever, she is seated near the windows to the back, away from the doors as ever, but her bag is open beside her, rather than closed, and one of her treasures is in her hand, a small metal flute that looks... somewhat odd perhaps. It certainly is not of Earth or Federation origin. And as she lifts it to her mouth, it is hard to escape the fact that a neat scar runs across each hand, that where she now has but four, once she had five fingers.

The four fingers of each hand settle into place, and her eyes half close, making a meditation of the room as she begins to play a brief tune. The notes are soft, and flow one into another, they seem almost sad, almost nostalgic, but there is an edge to the music, an under current of fear and rage and anger, as if the music can try to be sad all it wishes, but something in it drives itself towards a fugue of emotions. None of those emotions can be seen on her face - carefully blank and neutral, nor in her relaxed but aware posture. She seems to have all the passion of uncarved marble, while the music bursts with emotions.

Feel free to ask her about the flute, the music, or, well... anything.

stark_spangled

( Late last night, in Room #0914 )

When he works up the nerve to ask the computer the time, it responds with 4:45am. A little early for his routine morning workout, but after that dream he doesn't think he'll be getting any more sleep tonight. He dresses efficiently and is out of his room by 4:52am, heading straight for the gym. Today's workout will end up being more punishing than normal.

By the afternoon, he's a little more settled but still restless. Holodeck 5, the one closest to Ten Forward, happens to be free for once. He loads the usual program and steps inside, standing at the outskirts of the bleachers in Ebbets Field as the crowd goes wild. Eyes closed, he listens to the stamping of feet and the crack of wood sending the ball home, the tinny voice of the announcer calling the plays, and the cheers of everyone around him, until he feels like he can breathe again. "Computer? Can we get rid of the crowd?"

With a hum, the stadium empties in a second. Ebbets Field is quiet, chalk lines fresh and undisturbed. Steve smiles softly, and moves down the steps to get to the field, leaving his sweatshirt on the rails. It's been a while since the last time he played ball.

[ooc: Practice game! It's going up a tad late because my weekend exploded, sorry Ten Forward you're gonna get more Steve in a few days. It's terrible of me, I know. Steve's just tossing the ball around tonight, anyone is welcome to join in and practice with him and ICly get invited to play on Wednesday. Wednesday's post will be organized into teams. If you have any questionnns, hit me over here and I'll try to have the teams posted in the OOC comm by Tuesday evening! :D Oh, and if you want to catch Steve before he hits the field just for a chat, you're welcome to do so!]

Current Mood: pensive
Current Location: catch him anywhere between decks 8 and 12!

ten_fwd_npcs

Now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access comes a big day for them: the day they receive their official introduction to the Enterprise. It starts with a tour of the ship and some background to the situation, delivered by Chief O'Brien.

The tour covers the main areas of the ship, and a history of recent events, Q-inspired and otherwise.

Once the tour has wrapped up, it normally falls on Worf's shoulders to assign the new arrivals quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. They have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed. Unfortunately, Worf is still unavailable, and so instead it falls on Lt. Junior Grade Baldwin’s shoulders to do so, just as it did last month.

As he has done this before, Baldwin has a speech prepared:

"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, and all command centers are off-limits.

"With that in mind, there are a few rules you must obey 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 all of 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 do.

Looking down at the safety of his PADD, he says, "Room assignments are as follows," before reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Deck 7, Section 4
Room # 0714 - HK-47
Room # 0746 - Phoebe Halliwell and Yoda
Room # 0768 - Cole Turner and Phoenix Kaelen
Room # 0776 - Aidan Nichols and Sariss

Deck 8
Room # 0142 - James T. Kirk and Bucky Barnes

Deck 9
Room # 0923 - Todd the Wraith and John Sheppard

"I will remain here to answer questions," Baldwin says, managing to keep the reluctance out of his voice. "And the rest of the Security team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be."

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. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]

ltcolonel

[ooc: Feel free to run into either or both of them! John and Bucky both have their memories of their previous visit to the Enterprise.]

John Sheppard
John Sheppard is responsible for setting Atlantis down on a planet of ice and snow at the edge of Pegasus Galaxy. It is a pretty good landing if he does say so himself and they are settling in well. Or they are until Rodney is kidnapped. He’s got a good deal of pent up frustration over the lack of intel, and takes it out on regular patrols to check on the condition of Atlantis in her new setting. The temperatures outside are a little bitter though, and on this inspection of how Atlantis is settling into in, he resembles an Artic explorer. One second he’s rubbing his hands to get some warmth back into them, and next, he’s back inside.

Memories come flooding back, and John pushes his hood back. Woah, how has he managed to forget all of this? “Wow that was a bit if a head rush. I didn’t think I would be seeing this place again.” He moves off confidently heading towards the bar, where someone can fill him in on what’s going on.

Bucky Barnes
The memories he gets are not the ones that he wants. The irony that he can remember another version of his life better than his own, isn’t lost on him. He crouches down against the wall, blue eyes uncertain, as he assimilates them. Voices overlap each other, growing louder. Images - cutting his hair, Steve, Natasha.

Slowly the voices fade and he straightens up. He can’t stay here in the corridor, it is too exposed, and he doesn’t have any intel on what has happened since he’s been away. Slowly, with many pauses to watch the security personnel go past, he moves to find an empty room.

whereishe

"Come back here!"

Yuna was running down the hall after a brown ball of fuzz running in front of her. She had changed back into her gunner outfit after the mishap. It was much easier to chase after the young bear in short shorts than it was in a floor length dress. Her feet lightly kissed the ground as she flew forward her eyes locked on the bounding bear.

She hoped that someone would stop him. He wasn't a bad little bear and he usually listened to her but this time he had gotten a little to excited. She could hear his claws click on the hard floor and she really hopes whomever he runs into likes heavy fuzzy creatures licking their faces.

"Daigoro!" Calling it's name did nothing and Yuna's heart sank as her bear turned into the lounge.

thepowerofthor

Thor was standing stock still. He had felt the shift, the disconnection. It was like being hurled through the rainbow bridge, backward, powerless. His teeth were clenched and his arms bunched, his hands fists, and Mjolnir in one hand as if to ward off the bad old memories that rushed to his mind. But his eyes opened to see the place he was in and he knew this was not like the nightmares about being cast down and no longer being himself. He felt the reassuring heft of Mjolnir in his hand and the rush of power in his body and mind, and knew he was still himself. But where was he? And how had he gotten there?

Thor held out a hand casually, and a man in a uniform bumped into it, turned to angrily say something, and stopped, then looked up, and up, at Thor, staring. "Excuse me, good sir. Where am I? Is this Midgard?"

He hoped it was, because if it was not, he knew he was in very deep trouble. The next minute, fear faded and a grin fell into his face. Trouble could be fun, right?

Right.

The man stammered, shook his head, and fled before something odder and above his paygrade. Thor sighed but shrugged. Time to find some answers.

meimeimechanic

Kaylee had gone to grab something to eat and watch the stars for a bit but seeing Q, she'd decided that it probably wasn't the best idea to stick around for long. In other words she couldn't get out of there quick enough, but it still wasn't enough. She'd seen enough at Halloween what he could get up to.

But she wasn't quite quick enough to get out of there.

Kaylee realized she didn't know where she was. The ship no longer looked like anything she knew or had grown accustomed to. It certainly wasn't her shuttle that she'd been heading towards. More importantly she now began to wonder why was she dressed more like she should have been the ships mechanic.

((Backdated to the start of the plot; replies will come from

caomeibanlu))

stark_spangled

Keeping track of the seasons isn't always easy, but Steve knows the date here is for the end of March, and even if the calendar back home says "April" that still means one thing.

Baseball season.

He hasn't used the holodecks in a while. Akito has been taking up a lot of his free time, and while he's fine with that the kid has started getting on his case about brooding too much. Peggy's been gone for a month now. She's probably not walking through his door again, and that's a good thing -- for her. It just reminds him of what he's missing.

To stave off any ill-conceived attempts to set him up on dates or push him around to other people, Steve has left Akito to his own devices for a few hours. He didn't really have a goal in mind when he ended up at the holodeck. He thought maybe he'd stop in Ten Forward for something to eat, but his feet just kept going after he reached the lounge, and didn't stop until he was standing in front of the computer panel currently telling him the holodeck was vacant. He frowns for a few minutes.

"Computer, um. Are there any baseball fields on file?" he asks. The computer gives him an affirmative answer, and starts listing off more baseball fields than he knows what to do with. "Whoa, wait. Uh, sorry. How about Ebbets Field?" Another affirmative, and another long list of options. Steve rubs the back of his neck. "OK. Ebbets Field, Flatbush, New York, Earth, around the year..."

He thinks back over some of the games he's seen, but he doesn't feel up to taking a walk down memory lane tonight. He's tempted to ask about the 1920 World Series, but as he's forming the words another thought occurs to him. "April 15, 1947. Jackie Robinson's first game with the Dodgers."

There is another affirmative chirp, and at last the Computer says, "You may enter when ready." Steve pockets his hands and steps inside the holodeck doors, and with such shocking clarity it almost knocks the wind out of him he finds himself in the bleachers at Ebbets Field, just as he remembers it.

Current Location: Deck 10, Holodeck 5

fighting4afuture

At this point in time, Trunks should be used to surprises. Nothing seemed to be going the way he expected it to--which was why he was so confused, he was in the past, nothing should be this unpredictable.

So he has no idea why he's suddenly in a bar, floating above a table of shocked humans--okay, revised to mostly humans, he's not sure what the blue person is--when he'd just been hovering over the scene of what was, evidently, a fierce battle against a completely unknown opponent that he'd missed.

He drifts off to the left with a quiet apology, touching down to solid ground and looking around, casting out his senses to try to find a sign of anyone familiar...and failing.

"What..." He glances at a watch-like device on his wrist--looking slightly alarmed at its display--and then out the window.

The stars rushing by cause him to step back slightly. Not because he's afraid, but because for being the son of an alien prince, he's never been to space.

"Oh no...this is all so wrong."

stark_spangled

Steve's been spending a lot of time with Akito since he woke up. He feels responsible for the kid, even if the accident wasn't his fault. Since the knock to his head affected his memories, Steve kinda feels like the only guy on this ship who remembers who he is, and when the topic of a health care guardian came up with Dr. Crusher he seemed like the only real choice. Looking over his medical file a few days ago, he looked up and smiled.

"Hey, you've got the same birthday as my best friend," he had said.

Akito had just blinked at him. "I do?"

There was never much folding green* lying around back when he and Bucky were kids, so birthdays were usually marked by the usual pinch-to-grow-an-inch and a 'Happy Birthday, Punk,' and sometimes -- on good years -- a flat cake (because they were always out of baking soda) decorated with candy corn they'd saved from the last fall. He had frowned, realizing Akito and Bucky may have shared something else in common. Neither of them could remember ever having a birthday party.

So there's a cake in Ten Forward. A real one, with layers and frosting and 'Happy Birthday' scrawled across the top in icing. There are some balloons and music, and the bartender has helped out with punch and drinks and other snacks. Next to the cake there are a few wrapped presents. Hey, Steve got Natasha an alien space dog for her birthday; there's no way he was going to forget Bucky and Akito. Even if, to get them to come, he told Bucky the party was for Akito, and told Akito the party was for Bucky. Hey, it's the truth. Sort of.

It's not a huge party -- Steve wouldn't know the first thing about throwing one like that -- but it's festive and open to the whole room. Steve's friendly to everybody, helpful where he can be, and as long as everyone is on this ship he figures that makes them part of the same team. So come get a slice of cake.

(*slang for extra spending cash
ooc: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY BARNES AND WANIJIMA AKITO!! As if Steve would forget. So this is set up party post style, where we'll have subheadings for various party activities, but if we forget anything fun or you have ideas to add in, start your own header threads! Then tag around wherever you like, using the subject line to say if you're OTA or locked to certain people like Steve, Akito, or Bucky. Steve would have made the invitation to the party public, so there's no need to worry about crashing. EVERYONE IS INVITED!)

Current Location: Deck 10, Forward: Lounge

doctorbrucebanner

In one corner of Ten Forward, a man has taken his familiar spot, and sat there for some hours, with a break here or there. He has managed to stake out one table consistently, having figured the atmospheric content, the lighting, the temperature, and more, and deemed it suitable to his needs. There, various small pieces of machinery sat. They were his work, new designs of ideas from his world, technology that in some ways was more advanced than that which existed in this place and time, and reproduced, and mated with the concepts of this era's technology. He has been building these models to show how larger scale devices would work. Or to first make sure they work themselves.

Well, he's been here for two weeks now, and he's managed to make progress. He's managed to design one fully working model and that made him smile. The rest are still in various stages of work. In front of him, his PADD, his old cell-phone, and some pieces of Chitauri tech have been converted into a different kind of PADD, and laid flat on the table. Above it, a holographic screen hung, and there is where Bruce was currently working. He was working on equations to solve the inherent differences in energy source and structure between the two sciences.

His hands moved the hard light words and math around, as if working on a touch screen, and while he doesn't let the thought interrupt him, when he caught a glimpse of his now normal looking clothing, he felt a surge of gratitude for the fact that the Mardi Gras madness seemed to be ended.

Every now and then, he had been glancing around, looking to see if anyone else he knew was here. He had met Peggy, whom he had not known,. save by reputation, and Natasha, with whom he had... not a great relationship. And he had met one other, as well, and that one made him smile. Steve was a good man, honestly good. Bruce didn't agree with everything the man said, but he thought that Steve was one of the best humans he knew.

Despite this, he was unsure about meeting others. He was not really social, and he was not good at social... anything. But he kept his eyes open.

treadswater

Annie Cresta had been - somewhat unusually - in Ten Forward without Finnick somewhere in her immediate vicinity. Away from the tatters of her reputation (and the need for it), the woman is hesitantly trying to interact with people. People she doesn't know. People who aren't the other Four Victors. Her plan today had been to go to Ten Forward, grab some iced tea, and sit at a table. She had a PADD with her, so she could look like she was reading, and if anyone decided to talk to her, she was going to try.

(It's...nice, here, the way no one double-takes at her hair, no one points and stares, no one shakes their head almost sadly at her.)

That, at least, had been the plan. She takes her iced tea from the barkeeper and, before she can turn around, her clothes change. The last time she wore a skirt even remotely this short, it'd been for the Tributes' Interviews in the Capitol. Although that skirt had been shorter. And more slinky than...puffy. And she hadn't had those thigh-high stockings. Or her hair pinned up on top of her head in two fluffy buns. Certainly no hat. Her face feels different, and she pulls off one of her gloves to trace - lightly - over make-up. Although she can't see it, her face is now pure white with patterns drawn over her eyes and lips in red and black, with a pair of red and black hearts on her cheeks.

"Oh," Annie says, more then a little wide-eyed. "Um?"

In another part of the lounge, Gaila betIlley lets out a delighted laugh. First Wonder Woman back at Halloween and now... well, she's not sure what this costume is. But she likes the purple dress, and the way these heels make her legs look.

(She can't see her make-up, and mostly Q has left her green skin and golden lips as they are. But she has the traditional black harlequin fake tears, edged in gold and purple, and she's certainly not going to object whenever she gets to view her face in a mirror.)

She also likes the amount of beads Q has given her. She's sure it's all for fun - after all, so many other people have appeared with them, too.

But she blows a kiss to the air anyway.

Well.

At least she's been given a mask.

Not that Natasha Romanoff objects to costumes or dressing up (and she can even admit that this costume isn't bad, as far as they go). Quite on the contrary - her best friend has, one more than one occasion, remarked that the room she keeps all her clothes, wigs and make-up looks nothing less than the costume trailer for a very large circus. And she uses it all. Not just on missions, but for fun. Because she wants to. The operating phrase there being because she wants to.

Natasha sighs, puts down the mask, and then slips off her platform shoes. She'll ruin the tights this way, but she can't run in those. They are a little too ridiculous, even for her.

(Hopefully Rogers is in a ridiculous outfit. It'd make this entirely worthwhile.)

[OOC: One player, three pups, comment for which one you are tagging! Due to tag load, this post may get closed, but we've discussed plot, you can still tag in :-) But until then, OTA!]

whathemademe

( Well this isn't my room )

notalwaysstrong

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

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

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

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

fallaces_sunt

After this:

There is a flash of light in Ten Forward and a black car appears.

A black Corvette Stingray C7, to be precise.

Which is moving.

There is another flash, as if the Powers That Be decided that the idea wasn't as funny in execution as in the planning, and the car vanishes again.

A third flash, and the corridor outside Ten Forward suddenly has the car driving down it. The driver - a redhead who hasn't been seen on this ship in quite a few months - has slammed on the breaks, but, well, she hadn't exactly been driving in a parking lot.

She stops before she hits a wall. That's the main thing. And she'll apologize to any and everyone who had to dive out of the way. But for now, she puts the handbrake on and firmly turns her car off before palming the keys, and turns to stare at her companion.

"Well, Steve," Natasha says with a tight smile. "Guess you don't have to worry about getting back to the Enterprise."

[ooc: post is open to all until we say otherwise and even then, feel free to react to car. Tag both, tag one - but if tagging one, you'll probably get occasional comments from the other.

Have fun!]

therightpartner

((ooc: Two personal logs from after Peggy's arrival on the Enterprise. Bucky telling Steve about his meeting with Peggy. Steve and Peggy reuniting and discussing the past/future.))

magicsprice

It's become rather obvious by now that those replicators are having issues and well, people can not really subsist upon candy alone. Thus Gold has decided that it would be quite a waste (and perhaps even a bit foolish) for him not to take advantage of the situation.

The man can be found at a table in the middle of the lounge, obviously already afflicted by the events happening aboard the ship. If you don't comment on his change in skin, eyes and clothing, he'll refrain from commenting on the changes that have beset you. But the unfortunate costumes are not the matter at hand here, no. The matter at hand is the man actually has food, real food set out on the table. Coffee, tea, sandwiches. Not one piece of candy in sight.

However the catch is, if you try to take one of them off the table, he'll request something in trade....unless you can manage to time your acquisition during a time when his son happens to be in the lounge as well. If you manage to be in Ten Forward at the same time as Neal is, the items on the table are free for the taking, otherwise, be prepared to barter or offer the man a favor to be repaid at a later date for your food or much needed caffeine.

sizeofyourbaggage

Honestly, of all of the unexpected things in Sam's life recently, he's not sure where 'suddenly finding himself on board a spaceship' falls on the list. It's definitely not as mind-blowing as it would have been before what happened in New York a couple years back, but it's not exactly something he'd ever thought would happen to him.

Then again, he hadn't really thought he'd be teaming up with Captain America and the Black Widow to save billions of lives, either, so there you go.

Which is the real reason he's more pissed than fascinated at being here. Any other day, he'd probably be embarrassingly revealing himself as a little bit of a geek, but right now he's got shit to do.

There's a reason he's wearing his uniform and wings.

Or, well, had been wearing them. His pack's still on his back, thank God, but instead he's found himself wearing some kind of see through shirt with the Air Force logo, over equally ridiculous Air Force short shorts.

"Hilarious," Sam mutters to himself as he attempts to stalk down someone with an explanation.

abyssum_invocat

Sinthia finds herself, now that the injuries from her planetside excursion have been taken care of, in desperate need of something to do. Books are all well and good, but there's only so much they can hold her attention when she's fidgety and toeing the edge of irritable because she's still not quite used to space yet.

Her tellurion only does so much to remind her of her home, alas.

Which is why she's taken up one of the holodecks, using it like something of an art studio in three dimensions; she's describing the room she wants it to build, and it's doing a fair enough job, though her current detail--a window--is taking a surprising amount of time to get right. It's a huge opening in the steel-gray tiled wall, taking up well over half the space, and it looks out on craggy, snow-covered mountains, in font of which there is no obstruction. The rest of the room is something between a workshop and an office, all done in grays and metals and easily-cleanable surfaces; the desk and single chair in which she's twirling side-to-side are raised by a step or two. This is home for her, both her 'play' space and the one she reports to for any examination of developments in her abilities.

It may also be recognizable to a select few of those who enter.

therightpartner

Of all the ways Peggy had anticipated her day going, becoming the head of Stark's latest endeavor had not been one of them. Once the details of her exploits the night before were known, she had expected two reactions. She would either be praised for her work or her efforts would be disdained simply because she was female. Even knowing which outcome was more probable, being reprimanded and called incompetent by someone like Flynn had been insulting.

Then, everything had changed with that phone call. Howard had always believed in her abilities. He might have spent most of the war flirting with her but he had never doubted her place in the SSR. Or her place in S.H.I.E.L.D. The idea of it, the idea of being one of the leaders of the organization left her in an almost awed state.

But even through that shock there was a quiet happiness that finally the doors that had always been slammed in her face because of her gender were now being opened. It wouldn't be easy. Men like Flynn would dismiss her until they realized Peggy wasn't a pretty trophy piece that Stark had chosen to decorate the S.H.I.E.L.D. offices. There would be resentment from some, but it was something she was used to.

At least now she'd be doing real work. The type that had kept her going when it would have been easier to focus on her grief and return to the role that was expected of a woman after the end of the war. After Flynn offered his feeble congratulations, Peggy moved to the desk, removing the one personal item that she had kept in that depressing office.

The framed photograph in one hand, her purse in the other, Peggy stepped onto the lift. Smiling faintly when she looked down at the picture of Steve, she hoped he would pleased with this new incarnation of their work. The doors slid open and she stepped into...

A pub? One decorated in a style that looked more like a Hollywood set than any bar or club she had ever seen.

Taking a few tentative steps forward, she looked around, trying to understand how the lift - the entire building - could disappear. Or how she could have disappeared, stepping out of a lift and into somewhere else entirely. The look of shock and confusion lasted only a moment before Peggy regained her composure, moving to one of the tables and sitting down as if that had always been her intention. Placing the photo on the table beside her and her purse in her lap, she watched those around her, trying to understand where she might be and how she had arrived.

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.]

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The preparations for a Rescue Team on the Enterprise are as quick and efficient as drilled, divided into tasks of those who were preparing to go down and those, staying behind, who were preparing the influx of wounded. Everyone waiting for any news, and acting on what information they had within the confines of the orders given by the Captain.

Officers, medical personnel, and a handful of guests whom The Captain had approved all possible emergency supplies quickly loaded into the shuttle. Orbit was easy to attain, but coming down the destruction could be seen long before they reached the ground. A sprawl of destruction made of fallen structures and deep cracks stretching out through the land.

There's conferring between the pilots, before it's announced they can't raise the shuttle bay, or anyone inside of it, and the closest alternative isn't too far from where they should have been able to touch down. It's going to be a good walk or job away, but it's flat and it looks safe for landing and waiting before they'll be loading people back into it.

Once they are on the ground, Deanna was up and headed out, wincing a little at the odd ringing in her head. It was mostly likely all of the people, but it was odd all the same. High pitched and hazy, but stronger, and not all at once. She pushed it back to focus on the group in front of her.

"We're going to need to split up. Ms. Blake and Mr. Barnes, you'll be together. Ms. Gemini, you're with me." Everyone with a few others in tow. Heavy lifters, and medical. "Use your PADD's to help you navigate your way to the pockets of those who are trapped and stay in contact as often as the situation down below will let you. The more we know, the easier we can send more people if you have a problem or need more support."

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[ooc: With liberal manipulation of time, this post is happening near the middle of Day 2 of the Alemar III plot, specifically for Team #10's use but not locked to them if another character needs to talk to the captain. Just poke me on Plurk or AIM if you have questions/requests!]

Captain Picard will admit that not having heard from the away team for a full solar day has him on edge, though he was told to expect such interruptions in communication. The last few messages he received were garbled at best, affected by the planet's unique atmosphere. He doesn't like it. Something feels very wrong to him.

He's spent more than the usual time on the bridge of late, waiting for a message to come through. When one finally does, it's from the Trill-Betazoid officer of the Pathfinder, Lt. Commander Terzen T'Karr, rather than a member of his own complement. That alone would have him concerned, but the message that follows, albeit patchy and unclear, does nothing but confirm his ill feelings. There has been an accident, an earthquake from the sounds of it, and many individuals have been trapped. Immediate assistance is requested.

"Lieutenant Worf, go to yellow alert and assemble a team of officers to go down to the planet immediately," he says, heading briskly for the door. He taps his commbadge on his way out. "Counselor Troi, what is your location?"

Not long after, the doors to Ten Forward slide open to admit the captain.

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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

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New guests have arrived on the Enterprise, and that means Lieutenant Worf and his security detail are busy once again bringing them to see Dr. Crusher. Sickbay isn't all that unusual. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you could see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for Chief Medical Officer Crusher herself, she's well-groomed and kindly, wearing her teal uniform and a blue coat. All of the medical personnel, in fact, look harmless. Well, perhaps excluding the sun avatar, but Trance Gemini is as skilled as the Starfleet officers.

"All right, come in," Dr. Crusher calls out as you enter. "Don't be shy. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

Probably.

[ooc: Same rules as before: this is an open log for everybody. Tagging isn't mandatory, but going to sickbay is. So if you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. For those who are tagging, we have Julian Bashir, Bones McCoy, Trance Gemini, and Beverly Crusher on deck, so if you have a preference please specify it in the subject line of your tag. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your OP yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive.]

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[Torchwood Three, Cardiff, during episode 1.07, Greeks Bearing Gifts.]

Tosh is going to have to learn to believe in humanity herself. Nobody can instill that faith. However hard she's going to find it to learn, at least it won't be as hard -- or as costly -- as Jack's own lesson.

He shoves his hands into his coat pockets as he strides across Roald Dahl Plass, the breeze bringing the smell of the ocean in off the bay, ruffling in his hair and at the hem of his vintage RAF greatcoat.

Until suddenly, it isn't.

Jack's footsteps pause in mid-stride and he spins, hand going automatically to his holster to draw the Webley. The dim, warm light of the plaza at night is gone, just like the salt air and that playful little breeze. The sound of running water from the tower, the shape of the Millennium Centre with its hybrid verse spelled out in windows across its front.

Instead, he's in a bar.

A bar.

"What the hell?"

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Caspian is marveling not only at the amount of information in the library (and how very different it is from Milliways, or from the high-ceilinged suite of rooms in Cair Paravel), but at the quality of silence which pervades the room. There's nothing to hear: no sound of rustling leaves or passing steps, none of the little ambient voices found on even the quietest world.

He finds it...unsettling, at times, but he is adjusting.

This library, with all its wealth of information, is at least a very good distraction.

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So. Replicators.

They take some getting used to for a child who's never come across technology even remotely similar before, but after a few wrong turns and a bit of confusion over how what it spat out at her was supposed to be decent clothing Sinthia got the hang of it. Enough, anyway, to order food and drink, and a modest bunch of parts to make something.

A something which, if the instructions are anything to go by--thankfully they're pictograms as well as words, in case the passersby ~~like the mun~~ don't read German--will be a quite pretty little mechanical tellurion.

She's totally interruptable while building this, yes. Periodically she needs breaks.

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Holodeck - OTA

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OTA - Diamond Mind, Soft Music

[Quarters & Holodeck 5] All Hallow's Baseball

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #14

Two soldiers walk into a bar...

If you see a bear. That's mine.

Thunder rolls

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[Holodeck 5:] Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks... [for whathemademe but OTA]

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[OPEN; Party Post!] B-i-r-t-h-d-a-y boys in Ten Forward

+1 multi-personality genius, monster, superhero, fugitive, doctor

Ten Forward Lounge: Redheaded Mardi Gras Edition

Prince in the tower? [Open]

Soldier and Chef

(Re-)Entrance Post

Personal Logs (Back Dated to October 14th and October 26th)

[Ten Forward] Let's make a deal...

[OPEN; INTRO + HALLOWEEN COMBO]

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This is not the floor she expected

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

Team #10, Day 2, Alemar III Rescue Team

[The Bridge]: Receiving a Hail from Alemar III

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[Sickbay]: Round Two scans and vaccines

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if you build it, they will come. hopefully.

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