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There are more new arrivals on the ship. They seem to come and go in waves, rather than one at a time. Q sweeps them in, Q sweeps them out again. No rhyme, no reason. She's been looking for patterns, keeping her eye on what she can.

But until they know more, she's more interested in who arrives.

Everyone has a story, and everyone needs a calm place through the storm. She places both palms flat on the bar, and smiles.

"Can I get you something?"

Current Location: Deck 10: Forward

caelus

[ooc: backdated to the 7th!]

Jim had run into Finnick, a guy he'd really only seen in passing before seeing the kid-sized him in the Arboretum. Another one of Q's antics, he supposed. It seemed to be a pretty regular occurrence, and that wasn't counting the displacement of more people on a regular basis as well. He questioned, though mostly to himself, what was being done about this, or even what could be done.

He and Picard weren't exactly best friends, in fact, they were about as far from it as they could get. Then the man came barreling into the lounge looking for him---fine. It was his ship. His prerogative. But Jim didn't have to like it or him. God.

And---he stopped, stepping out of the way of a couple of crewmen, and reached up to cover a yawn with one hand. Seriously? He hadn't been up for that long, why was he suddenly feeling so run down? It felt like one of the bad days he had when he was recuperating at Starfleet Medical after the incident with Marcus and Khan. Those had been rough days after he came out of that coma.

No, he still had some things he wanted to do. Things he wanted to look into. But---okay, maybe he should just go back to his and Chekov's room and rest for a little while. It couldn't hurt, right? So that's what he does, only he's not expecting to sleep for so long, and he's definitely not expecting the shock that comes with waking up. The shock of waking up in a too big bed, and diving out of it for the bathroom. He's not ready for the shock of looking at the scrawny kid he was 12 or 13 some odd years ago. The face of a kid that he's tried so hard to distance himself from and the memories that go with it.

But standing there and staring isn't going to do anything. First things first, this tiny uniform he apparently fell asleep in and changed with him is---ridiculous. He pushes a chair away from the desk he shares with his roommate and then works on getting comfortable clothes out of the replicator for himself.

--- later on in Ten Forward ---

There's a boy, between 12 and 13, a little short for his age, with floppy blonde hair that gets in his eyes at the slightest movement, wearing a red leather jacket, a dark blue sweater underneath, jeans, and boots, walking into the lounge. Despite how awkward he feels in a body he hasn't been in for over a decade, he walks with a casual sort of arrogance that might remind people of that notorious Jim Kirk whose name has come up an awful lot lately.

That's cause he is.

This is great. Just great.

tridens

In room 0767 [open to Annie and Steve]

Annie had been unsettled yesterday afternoon, in one of those moods she gets, sometimes, when even Finnick's company is too much for her, when she can barely breathe and she looks like she wants to crawl out of her own skin at any moment. He'd long ago learned that the best thing to do on those days is to leave her to her thoughts, as much as it hurts him to do that while she's upset. He hates the thought of leaving her to be consumed by her darkness, but his presence only makes things worse.

So he'd told her he'd check in on her later, and he'd gone to the arboretum to write. Somehow, though, nothing would come. He'd found himself zoning out, his head drooping, concentration wandering. It wasn't just the mind fog he's familiar with, though, he was tired, not just in mind, but in body. It was difficult even to stand up from where he'd been sitting on the rocks by the pond, and doing so had exhausted him.

It was still early in the evening, too early to check in on Annie, but he'd had to go to bed. So he'd left a folded note shoved under Annie and Erik's door with her name on it, telling her he's unwell and going to bed, and promising to see her in the morning.

He doesn't wake up early, though: he's so tired he sleeps for hours and only gets up many hours later.

It takes only a few moments to realize something is very seriously wrong, and he hurries to the bathroom to stare into the mirror.

The reflection is that of a child.

In the arboretum [open to all]

Later, there's what looks like a twelve year old boy sitting by the pond in the arboretum, still muscular, but not tall like he had been. The startling green eyes and tousled bronze hair are still the same, as are the not-quite-district and not-quite-Capitol clothes.

He's curled up, knees to his chest and arms wrapped around them, but even the fish aren't cheering him up.

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."

daddykirk

------ >> Arrival - Ten Forward

( Warning! non-graphic detailing of blood, lacerations/cuts and 1st degree burns; cut just in case )

------ >> Post Sickbay - Observation Lounge

Healed and cleared, George.... feels out of sorts. And not just because he's survived a collision of deathly and epic proportions or even because he crash landed in a lounge filled with people, but because this isn't his world—this isn't his time. For the third time in his life words are difficult to produce although that isn't to say he goes out of his way to avoid talking to others. He isn't rude to people who want to talk but he's new and new is easy to avoid, especially when that friendly nature of his is muted, smothered in worry.

Thoughts are heavy and sapping, appetite for food lessened and for sleep grown, all while his heart aches constantly in his chest. And somehow that's all easier than the alternative; finding out what happened that day. So being alone is easier. Or trying to be is, anyway. Observation decks aren't private, after all, and only some people don't get tired of looking at the wonder that is space after a time.

George Kirk is one of them and he sits, reclined, his head tilted as he looks out to the glittering black. It was nothing like they ever had on the Kelvin, or even the stations he'd been at before then, and it's nothing short of spectacular. Maybe that's what steals his action today, makes him still and calm. Maybe it's enough for an easy conversation with someone this time.

caelus

It's been a hell of a few weeks. Month? Little over? You know, he's not even really sure. Jim has had a hell of a time since getting here. His suddenly very much alive sort of girlfriend (ex?) being here, which he's cool with, but---wow he's already had that breakdown thanks. Admiral Pike is here---that breakdown is still forthcoming. Let's not even bring up the fight with Khan that ended with both of them brigged for a while. Then there was Q dicking around with everyone with his brand of practical jokes that had Jim letting Khan out of the brig of his own volition, and putting a few crewman into Sickbay. But he's gonna just pretend feelings aren't real things that you, you know, feel.

Spock would be proud, if it didn't mean his method of coping with his not!feelings were to find something to drink that isn't that synthehol crap.

So, he heads into the lounge, and over to the replicator. He's tapping away at the controls, trying to avoid speaking to it directly cause he doesn't want to announce what he's doing to the entire lounge. Kind of defeats the purpose of stealth. He gets an angry sounding noise from it when he tries something, raises a brow, and shakes his head.

"Okay, fine." They can do this hard way. Jim is totally okay with that. "You're gonna give me what I want, or I'm going to rewrite every subroutine you have."

[as promised: jim is hacking the replicator for real alcohol. feel free to help out by way of lookout or whatnot. gaila will be helping him out, so if you would like her to be involved when you tag in, just tag in on their top-level comment. from then the tagging order will go jim + gaila + your character = SHENANIGANS. if not, just tag in for jim, and we'll have ourselves some wacky fun. cool either way.

also, as a note: ash will be scarce because of rl/homework type things, so please bear with a bit of slow/delay on tags.]

ten_fwd_npcs

If Worf looks somewhat less pleased with the duty of allocating these new guests to their quarters than usual, it is perhaps only logical. After all, they'd spent the first week of the month trying to reel in several mirror universe counterparts of their guests. There had been briggings. There had been damage, albeit repaired at the end of the week apparently by Q. And while nobody could blame their guests, as such, it was an uneasy reminder of their precarious situation.

But Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, and once again it falls on Worf's shoulders to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. The new arrivals have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed.

As he has done this before, Worf 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.

"Now, the rooms," he rumbles, reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0711 - Rebecca Siddons
Room # 0719 - Maxim and Alec Troven
Room # 0724 - Aeryn Sun and The (11th) Doctor
Room # 0738 - Jacob Keyes and Amy Santiago
Room # 0753 - Thor Odinson and Carolyn Lam
Room # 0757 - Grantaire and Ellie
Room # 0763 - Son Gohan and Myka Bering
Room # 0769 - Annie Cresta and Magneto

Deck 8
Room # 0912 - William Riker
Room # 3358 - Reginald Barclay

Deck 9, Section 4
Room # 0923 - John Sheppard and Todd the Wraith

"I will remain here to answer questions," Worf concludes. "And my 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. ]

ten_fwd_npcs

It's not very often a passenger is taken to Deck 33, and for good reason. Deck 33 is where the brig is located. If you're unlucky enough to find yourself there, you'll notice that there are security officers standing guard outside the brig, as well as one stationed inside. The cells are separated by forcefield to prevent further incident between prisoners, and while it looks and sounds like there is no barrier between the cells and the room at large, there is no crossing over until the forcefields are lowered.

There have been incidents on the ship before, isolated ones and minor infractions, but this is a whole new ballgame. Q's latest game has wreaked havoc among the passengers, turning even the most polite among them into disturbers of the peace, in ways both small and — regrettably and dangerously — large. Security has been scrabbling to keep up (the ones who weren't affected by the events themselves, that is), but it's safe to say the brig has never been this full before.

Should a passenger make an inquiry after someone at one of the computer terminals, or access the directory on their PADDs, if the person they're looking for is here their location will be noted as 'BRIGGED' in bold font. Visitors are allowed entrance after they check in with the guards on duty, but no one is allowed to be alone with the prisoners. Once the prisoners are back to normal, they will be released.

Assuming they cause no further mischief, of course.

[ooc: Bit of a delayed OTA brig log for those who were requesting one. More info here.]

Current Location: Deck 33: Room #5244, Brig

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.

writes_with_digital_ink

Today there's an Orion in the lounge.

Gaila's not an infrequent visitor to the place: sometimes for a meal, sometimes for a drink, sometimes just to people-watch and get out of her room and maybe have a conversation with someone who isn't her tiny roommate (she likes Sinthia, she's very fond of her, but the girl still hasn't hit double-digits).

Today is - from her point of view - no exception. It's a day where she's feeling a little flat and numb, where things aren't quite going right and she just wants to crawl into bed and sleep for days. Instead, she's tossed on some clothes (light-weight skirt, light-weight tunic, multi-coloured and flowing), pulled her hair back into its normal knotted ponytail, grabbed her PADD and gone to Ten Forward to claim a drink and a table.

However, today is a day where it seems the cliches about the women of her species have more truth than normal. While she's not aware of it just yet, the men in Ten Forward keep looking at her far, far more then normal.

[ooc: Hi! So, for this EP, Gaila is unconsciously giving off a pheromone whammy. If your character is biologically male, she's very, very attractive and they'll start to have heightened adrenaline longer they are in her immediate vicinity, with a couple exceptions. Canonically, I think only Vulcans and thus Romulans are mentioned as being immune: male Denobulans are shoved into their sleep-cycle. If character isn't attracted to women, the 'sexy' probably won't kick in, but she's still compelling as hell. Non-human from non-Star Trek worlds, up to your discretion! Biologically female and tag in, and characters might wind up with a faint headache eventually.

The effects of Orion pheromones are worse the longer people are in the vicinity (think days for it to be dramatic) but once Gaila works out what's going on, she'll put herself into quarantine for a week. And apologize.

A lot.

Any questions, feel free to PM me or leave an OOC comment here!]

caelus

Jim had been on his way to Ten Forward in order to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to his quarters. It'd been a few weeks since he and Khan had their altercation in the passageway, broken up by a few members of the crew and passengers. Jim was still uneasy about that, especially since Khan had seen fit to taunt him about certain changes that might have been taking place for the captain.

He sighed to himself, shaking his head as he neared the doors to the lounge, intent on not giving it any more thought for one evening at least. Of course, having no idea about Q's antics, he doesn't know that as his other self that wanders in, will have other ideas upon wandering out. As soon as he enters, his appearance changes rather drastically. He still holds himself with every bit of the cocky swagger he usually has, but his gold uniform shirt is gone, replaced with simple officer blacks. His eyes are lined with dark lines, and a scar runs along his left cheek. Instead of his usually friendly demeanor, his mannerisms lean more towards a predator stalking prey. He has a gold sash tied around his waist with a dagger strapped to his hip, and a small, strange device called an agonizer clipped there as well.

He takes one look around the room, and hisses in displeasure. What was this place supposed to be? Some soft, delicate version of his own universe? Perhaps some lesson in what happens without the terror of the empire to drive men to their knees in fear? One glance is enough to prove how little he cares for this---place. But perhaps there is some enjoyment to be had here after all.

If this other man's memories serve him well enough, then Khan is on this ship. Not his Khan, of course, but that means little to him. The uniforms are different than his, and it would hardly do for him to be caught so quickly in a new game. He makes his way over to the replicator, manages to get the old command gold uniform he did away with after taking the empire by storm with the ISS Narada, and tugs it on as he's heading out the door. A quick check of the computer confirms the location of the brig, and before he rounds the last corner that will take him just outside of the doors leading in to the brig he ditches the sash and dagger. He'll come back for it after.

It's easy enough to slip by the first guard, some familiarity gives him away, as well as his rank as captain, even if it isn't of this vessel. The doors close behind him, only showing one guard, and one cell in operation. He heads over to the cell, giving a curt nod as he's given a "sir" from the crewman on duty, and cants his head, eyeing the man behind the forcefield. The resemblance is uncanny.

[ooc: eta: warning for violence within to npcs! backdated to the start of the plot! jim will be breaking khan out of the brig for fun times that must be had during this plot (and by fun i mean awful). the actual brig portion is closed to khan. anyone tagging would be running into them after they leave the brig. you can ask for kirk, khan, or both! if you would like both, tagging order will go: jim + khan + player= fun!
if you have any questions or concerns or ideas the plotting comment is here!]

savagemind

There was no true day and night on the Enterprise, no sun to regulate the natural cycles of light and dark, but starships had long done their best to overcome this. Gamma shift was quiet - the lights dimmer, the noises muted as most of the crew slept. It was an ideal time to wander the ship.

Khan had given his escorts the slip ten minutes before - by now, they were used to his little games. He'd pace circles around them in the corridors, note their confusion and irritation, and eventually allow them to catch up thirty or forty minutes later, as though nothing had happened at all.

Childish, perhaps, but they'd become remarkably complacent remarkably fast. This way was, at least, some small reminder that he wasn't bound by them.

But it wasn't to last. Rounding a corner, Khan was abruptly drawn up short by the bright shock of gold in his vision - a very familiar gold, and the slow, sudden fury that burned under his skin.

"You."

The face was the same, the stride, the stance. Standing in front of him, as easily as he pleased, was one James Tiberius Kirk.

[ The first portion of this is locked to

daredtodobetter, but anyone is welcome to come along after their fight and watch/call security/popcorn.gif/etc! ]

9_5victor_victor_2

Chekov was quite pleased by two things. The first one being that Captain Kirk was also here on this ship and the second being that the they were roommates now. He couldn't help but find it a bit awkward as well sharing a room with the Captain and wasn't sure what to really expect.

The only thing he didn't like was that he still didn't get to do any work. He hated being idle and he really wanted to know more about the ship. Then there was that urge to prove himself.

Right now he was playing with the PADD trying to hack into a few things and testing to see how tight the security was on this ship. This was the problem when he got bored. He ended up getting into trouble. He really wanted to see how updated this ship was and how much the system changed if at all. It didn't help that his crew was known for not exactly following the rules and guidelines Starfleet had set.

With the curiosity getting the better of him, he quickly zoned out around him and set to work trying to break into the security. He didn't plan to do anything once he got in, it was just more looking. He wanted to see how good this security team actually was.

ten_fwd_npcs

O-kay, so things have been a little ... odd on the ship. Some people have been acting rather out of character, ducking their duties for romantic escapades or complaining that their good friends aren't quite themselves. Romance may be in the air, but the CMO has other ideas. Like maybe an alien pest who likes to play tricks on people. Her sickbay hasn't gone unaffected, but luckily the strange effects are beginning to wear off and people are returning to work. Still, she's prepared to treat anything. ~~Just please assure her you were safe and responsible if you, uh, made a special friend.~~

If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking 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, relatively harmless.

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 IC going to sickbay is. 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: if you have a preference which doctor sees your character, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like (Beverly Crusher, Julian Bashir, Sam Wilson, Mack Gerhardt, and Merlin are definitely on deck, with possible appearances by others). There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]

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

caelus

Their five year mission was barely underway and Jim was already up to his eyeballs in request after request. Thankfully none of the crew seemed to be exhibiting any symptoms of what they'd been briefed on, which Jim had started calling "space crazy", and maybe ended up stabbed by an angry hypo-wielding best friend after that. But they'd double-checked and triple-checked everything after the damage was repaired from the attack from the late Alexander Marcus, and they were more than ready.

Jim was keen to get some coffee from the synthesizer, maybe a sandwich, and book it to the bridge with the metric ton of requests and work on them while on his duty shift. He managed the coffee, balanced the PADD in his hand, and was eating a piece of buttered toast (Bones could gripe at him later) as he made his way through the corridors. He was certainly looking the epitome of a starship captain there, but luckily not many people were up at this time.

He rounded a corner, nearly to the turbolift to take him to the bridge when there was a flash, and he was someplace---else. He slowed his steps, chewing slowing as he peered around the ---well, it looked like a lounge. He looked at his toast like it was somehow the culprit of this strange turn of his morning. Then he started eyeing the coffee.

It couldn't be the space crazy thing. They'd only been out here a few months. And they'd cleared him after---well, everything. It wasn't psychological. It wasn't emotional. He wouldn't let it be that. He was fine.

He shifted again, toast shoved between his teeth (he's ignoring the few glances stole his way as he stood there in his command gold shirt and black uniform slacks), and fished out his communicator from his pocket. Then he was fumbling to grab the toast out of his mouth (but took a bite first), and flipped his communicator open.

"Bones, if you put something in my coffee again to keep me from drinking so much I might actually murder you." He didn't get anything at first and frowned. "Bones?"

Okay. Okay, maybe this was something else. Something else might be annoying, but at least it was better than space crazy.

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Ten Forward Social Lounge

[Ten Forward:] Serving up drinks | OTA

i'm telling y'all it's sabotage • ota

(no subject)

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

A Not-Dead Acting Captain Rolls into a Bar... { open }

life hacks (aka jim, no) • open

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #9

[Brig:] April Fools' Arrests

Thunder rolls

Ten Forward Lounge - OTA

it seems ugly but it can get worse

three \\ locked to kirk first, open after

Closed for Chekov and Captain Kirk

[Sickbay]: Round Eight Scans and Vaccines

james tiberius "perfect hair" kirk, arriving ● open

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