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2015-Dec-18, Friday 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dressmakingTo 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.
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.
There's no place like home.... or not
2015-Nov-29, Sunday 10:19 pmorbed_outPaige orbed into the middle of Ten Forward. She was just about to orb a weapon into her hand when she froze, her eyes wide and her hand outstretched.
This was not P3, and it was definitely not the manner.
"You have got to be kidding me," She muttered, as she made her way to the bar. "I thought we were done fighting things. So not fair."
This was not P3, and it was definitely not the manner.
"You have got to be kidding me," She muttered, as she made her way to the bar. "I thought we were done fighting things. So not fair."
Backdated to the haunting event
2015-Nov-04, Wednesday 05:47 pmyouwillbeYoda has spent some time meditating and come in greater tune with the Force on this ship now. Enough to realize something very strange is going on. Though not enough that walking around the length of the ship on little legs is entirely simple.
But he's attempting just that when he hears the voices. Young voices. Children. "Hello Master Yoda." "What are you teaching us today, Master Yoda?" "You'll always be here for us, right Master Yoda?"
He almost thinks he sees them, when he turns corners. But when he looks with his eyes or seeks them in the Force, they're never there.
Until they are there. Not as they were when they said those things. But covered in blood and silent, like the last time he saw them. Just staring at him, saying nothing.
They don't need to.
He grimaces and tries to keep walking. But it's hard, when he knows how much he failed them. "Learn this you could not have." So few Jedi knew that secret. Only he was just learning. And yet here they were.
But he's attempting just that when he hears the voices. Young voices. Children. "Hello Master Yoda." "What are you teaching us today, Master Yoda?" "You'll always be here for us, right Master Yoda?"
He almost thinks he sees them, when he turns corners. But when he looks with his eyes or seeks them in the Force, they're never there.
Until they are there. Not as they were when they said those things. But covered in blood and silent, like the last time he saw them. Just staring at him, saying nothing.
They don't need to.
He grimaces and tries to keep walking. But it's hard, when he knows how much he failed them. "Learn this you could not have." So few Jedi knew that secret. Only he was just learning. And yet here they were.
Ten Forward Lounge - OTA
2015-Oct-02, Friday 12:26 pmwrites_with_digital_inkIt's been a long shift.
Very long.
And frustrating.
As soon as she clocks off, Gaila stalks to her quarters, strips out of her uniform and pulls on a dress. A Terran sundress, not Orion, because frankly, she's over pants and she'd feel undressed if she pulled on one of her tunics without pants.
She'd meant to sulk in her room and chill, but her room is small, itchy, and so she finds herself at the lounge. The lounge has people, but it's after the main time people are here. She can handle it.
And so, Ensign Gaila betIlley commandeers a table near a window, and flops over it. She'll get to her drink in moment. For now?
Flop.
Very long.
And frustrating.
As soon as she clocks off, Gaila stalks to her quarters, strips out of her uniform and pulls on a dress. A Terran sundress, not Orion, because frankly, she's over pants and she'd feel undressed if she pulled on one of her tunics without pants.
She'd meant to sulk in her room and chill, but her room is small, itchy, and so she finds herself at the lounge. The lounge has people, but it's after the main time people are here. She can handle it.
And so, Ensign Gaila betIlley commandeers a table near a window, and flops over it. She'll get to her drink in moment. For now?
Flop.
A pirate walks into a baaaarrrrr... OTA and backdated
2015-Sep-21, Monday 11:51 pmfunnythingsareTony didn't remember falling asleep after playing dress-up. But here he was, standing in front of the mirror, in a frilly hat and an eyepatch and, he had to admit, a pretty nice jacket, if you were into that whole period piece thing. Funny part was, every time he tried to change, the items would mysteriously reassert themselves when he wasn't noticing.
But he had things to do, and places to be, and future tech to research and rip off, so he went with it. If the effect was more than a little Pirates of the Caribbean, he hadn't noticed. He knew Johnny Depp, of course, but that didn't mean he wasted his time with Disney movies.
One problem, though--the eyepatch. He kept almost running into people and things. And the damn thing would not come off.
"How does Fury do it?" he muttered to himself as he gave up on schematics for the time being and went into Ten Forward.
Now the rum, he could possibly get used to. Not his drink of choice but weren't they all, in a way?
But he had things to do, and places to be, and future tech to research and rip off, so he went with it. If the effect was more than a little Pirates of the Caribbean, he hadn't noticed. He knew Johnny Depp, of course, but that didn't mean he wasted his time with Disney movies.
One problem, though--the eyepatch. He kept almost running into people and things. And the damn thing would not come off.
"How does Fury do it?" he muttered to himself as he gave up on schematics for the time being and went into Ten Forward.
Now the rum, he could possibly get used to. Not his drink of choice but weren't they all, in a way?
The wrong Enterprise (open)
2015-Sep-14, Monday 09:26 amtriptAnyone familiar with the history of Starfleet - at least when it came to uniforms - would recognise that the man who appeared in Ten Forward was from two hundred years ago. His uniform was a lot like a blue boiler suit, with red stripes, three pins denoting his rank of Commander, and a lot of pockets.
Commander Charles Tucker III was confused. A moment ago he'd been on Enterprise and now he was somewhere else. It looked like it could be a bar, but the stars outside and the feeling beneath his feet of a warp engine, told him it was a starship. So this was a mess hall, perhaps. He didn't feel like he'd been transported. And if something had wiped his memory his shoulder would have improved. He moved his left arm experimentally in its sling. No, definitely no memory wipe and he'd definitely just been on Enterprise.
Trip unzipped a pocket and came across a hyper spanner. "I wondered where that went," he muttered to himself. He put it back and pulled out his communicator. Flipping it open he said, "Tucker to Enterprise." There was nothing - not even static. It was as if Enterprise was not in range, but if that was the case how did he get here? If only he had two hands free and the right tools, he'd take the communicator apart to check it was working. He tried it again, not really expecting an answer this time. "Tucker to Enterprise."
Commander Charles Tucker III was confused. A moment ago he'd been on Enterprise and now he was somewhere else. It looked like it could be a bar, but the stars outside and the feeling beneath his feet of a warp engine, told him it was a starship. So this was a mess hall, perhaps. He didn't feel like he'd been transported. And if something had wiped his memory his shoulder would have improved. He moved his left arm experimentally in its sling. No, definitely no memory wipe and he'd definitely just been on Enterprise.
Trip unzipped a pocket and came across a hyper spanner. "I wondered where that went," he muttered to himself. He put it back and pulled out his communicator. Flipping it open he said, "Tucker to Enterprise." There was nothing - not even static. It was as if Enterprise was not in range, but if that was the case how did he get here? If only he had two hands free and the right tools, he'd take the communicator apart to check it was working. He tried it again, not really expecting an answer this time. "Tucker to Enterprise."
magnetic_magpieIt's entirely possible the person who had caused this little challenge wasn't going to show up - that didn't matter. Really after the fun of having a third puberty - grant it only the second he remembered - he needed a distraction. So he'd been cooking more and when challenge to make something "really hot" he'd worked at it until he had something not only incredibly spicy - probably far more than most people could eat - but also flavorful. There was actual flavor, not just heat to the pasta he'd created.
And then he'd send word that this dish was ready and he'd put it together in Ten Forward. Over the last few days, he'd mentioned it here and there and towards the evening, he popped his cooktop into a girdle-type base and set up on a table to start cooking.
Winner gets bragging rights. It's only a moderately sized plate of pasta, how bad can it be right?
It's probably just food prep safety that has Magneto and Annie wearing gloves. Couldn't be the spice levels at all. And the cooler to the side that contains ice cream? Also not a warning.
And then he'd send word that this dish was ready and he'd put it together in Ten Forward. Over the last few days, he'd mentioned it here and there and towards the evening, he popped his cooktop into a girdle-type base and set up on a table to start cooking.
Winner gets bragging rights. It's only a moderately sized plate of pasta, how bad can it be right?
It's probably just food prep safety that has Magneto and Annie wearing gloves. Couldn't be the spice levels at all. And the cooler to the side that contains ice cream? Also not a warning.
[Ten Forward:] Serving up drinks | OTA
2015-Jul-18, Saturday 10:14 pmshe_listensThere 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?"
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?"
An archaeologist walks into a bar | OTA
2015-Jul-14, Tuesday 01:20 ama_quick_studyMost people who've encountered Jonas by now will be familiar with his habit of carrying around a notebook with him. Not the same one, all the time: he has a stash, in his room, quaint in this time of PADDs and computers, but Jonas is still more at home with paper and books. His notebooks tend to looking slightly overstuffed with their closely-written pages and with other sheets of paper stuck in.
Anyone who'd seen inside one would have seen neat, cursive script outlining the things Jonas has observed and studied, the people he's met, the worlds he's learned about, and scattered throughout the pages, countless sketches.
Today, in Ten Forward with a mug of tea in front of him, Jonas has three notebooks spread open on the table, all of them with sketches of what look very much like ancient Egyptian artefacts: a scarab, a jewel-encrusted goblet, a statuette of what looks like some alien animal.
He's studying them, a pencil held between his fingers, tapping the table with a gentle rap-tap. He looks like a man trying to decide on something.
Anyone who'd seen inside one would have seen neat, cursive script outlining the things Jonas has observed and studied, the people he's met, the worlds he's learned about, and scattered throughout the pages, countless sketches.
Today, in Ten Forward with a mug of tea in front of him, Jonas has three notebooks spread open on the table, all of them with sketches of what look very much like ancient Egyptian artefacts: a scarab, a jewel-encrusted goblet, a statuette of what looks like some alien animal.
He's studying them, a pencil held between his fingers, tapping the table with a gentle rap-tap. He looks like a man trying to decide on something.
Horseback Riding! [Open]
2015-Jul-12, Sunday 07:00 pmwhistles_loudlyThe Holodeck was something that his own Enterprise, and any other ship he served on for that matter was lacking. Back where he was from, things like gyms were what people used for physical activity, firing ranges were still used to hone your skills with a phaser, and nothing like a horse was allowed on a starship.
One hundred years and an alternate timeline later, all that changed.
So, here was Pike, dressed in his usual horse riding outfit, jeans, a tshirt, cowboy boots and hat, in a very nicely reproduced version of just outside Mojave, California, on a brown horse that looked very much like his old friend back home, Tango.
If he didn't know better, Chris would swear all this was real.
One hundred years and an alternate timeline later, all that changed.
So, here was Pike, dressed in his usual horse riding outfit, jeans, a tshirt, cowboy boots and hat, in a very nicely reproduced version of just outside Mojave, California, on a brown horse that looked very much like his old friend back home, Tango.
If he didn't know better, Chris would swear all this was real.
01 - New arrival [OPEN]
2015-Jun-21, Sunday 07:21 pmdictaphonicOnce they had finally escaped Russia and made it back aboard the TARDIS, the emotion Will was feeling more than anything was one of relief. After all of that, he was here again, and Dr Klein was back and the same as ever, and they were neither dead nor imprisoned in Russia, which considering how that prison break had gone was really nothing short of a miracle. So it was riding on that feeling that, after thoroughly annoying Dr Klein for a bit with his excitement at being back in her presence, he decided to go to his room to get some rest when she announced that she meant to do the same. And so, cheerfully, he bid a good night to the Doctor and followed her out of the console room.
But on his way down a corridor in the TARDIS, having already separated from his superior, he quite suddenly...well, stopped being in the TARDIS. And instead found himself in the middle of what looked like a pub. At this, Will's relief evaporated in an instant and was replaced by startled fear. He turned in a slow circle around him, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. By then, people were starting to turn to look his way, no doubt unable to fail to notice the sudden appearance of a terrified young man in a neat collared shirt and slacks, looking like he'd walked out of the 1990's, fashion-wise. At the same time, Will was noticing the sleek, futuristic surfaces and the fact that not everyone in the room looked human. Not only that, but there were definitely alien species present that he recognised neither from his work in the field nor his extensive knowledge of UNIT's files. And that was not a good sign at all.
After a moment of stunned silence, Will finally managed to bring his hands up nervously, trying not to look threatening. Then he cleared his throat and, with an effort, stuttered out a few sentences that raised in pitch as he went until the end was more of a squeak than a word, revealing a very nasal RP accent. "H-hello everyone! I. Um. I'm not sure what just happened, but I...come in peace?"
He just hoped that they did, too...
But on his way down a corridor in the TARDIS, having already separated from his superior, he quite suddenly...well, stopped being in the TARDIS. And instead found himself in the middle of what looked like a pub. At this, Will's relief evaporated in an instant and was replaced by startled fear. He turned in a slow circle around him, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. By then, people were starting to turn to look his way, no doubt unable to fail to notice the sudden appearance of a terrified young man in a neat collared shirt and slacks, looking like he'd walked out of the 1990's, fashion-wise. At the same time, Will was noticing the sleek, futuristic surfaces and the fact that not everyone in the room looked human. Not only that, but there were definitely alien species present that he recognised neither from his work in the field nor his extensive knowledge of UNIT's files. And that was not a good sign at all.
After a moment of stunned silence, Will finally managed to bring his hands up nervously, trying not to look threatening. Then he cleared his throat and, with an effort, stuttered out a few sentences that raised in pitch as he went until the end was more of a squeak than a word, revealing a very nasal RP accent. "H-hello everyone! I. Um. I'm not sure what just happened, but I...come in peace?"
He just hoped that they did, too...
i'm telling y'all it's sabotage • ota
2015-Jun-10, Wednesday 06:53 pmcaelus[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.
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.
[Ten Forward:] This is why we can't have nice things [OTA]
2015-Jun-01, Monday 06:17 pmtea_earlgrey_hotThe 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."
Which is why he has chosen to wear his dress uniform.
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."
life hacks (aka jim, no) • open
2015-May-07, Thursday 10:36 pmcaelusIt'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.]
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.]
[Brig:] April Fools' Arrests
2015-Apr-18, Saturday 12:50 amten_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.]
PL: Gaila & Sinthia, backdated to forever ago
2015-Apr-15, Wednesday 08:25 amwrites_with_digital_inkPL:
In which Gaila betIlley and Sinthia Schmidt discuss quarantines, biology, experimental ethics, trigger words, and Project Skipping Rope.
And as of her last EP, Gaila's in quarantine for a week! She'll be back once it's over.
In which Gaila betIlley and Sinthia Schmidt discuss quarantines, biology, experimental ethics, trigger words, and Project Skipping Rope.
And as of her last EP, Gaila's in quarantine for a week! She'll be back once it's over.
Ten Forward Lounge - OTA
2015-Apr-11, Saturday 09:52 amwrites_with_digital_inkToday 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!]
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!]
Rygel, April Fools' Plot (Backdated)
2015-Apr-10, Friday 04:11 amheliumfartHe's in your way.
Maybe you were headed toward the holodeck. Maybe you were trying to get into Ten Forward. Maybe you were just trying to use the crapper.
But wherever you are and wherever you're going, you have now fallen afoul of the most terrible and valiant foe in all the Uncharted Territories. He may be small; he may need to hover on a throne to get anywhere; he may, in fact, be a silly-looking Muppet frog. But whatever the foe, whatever the cost, the Black Knight of Hyneria will forever keep his solemn oath.
"None shall pass."
Maybe you were headed toward the holodeck. Maybe you were trying to get into Ten Forward. Maybe you were just trying to use the crapper.
But wherever you are and wherever you're going, you have now fallen afoul of the most terrible and valiant foe in all the Uncharted Territories. He may be small; he may need to hover on a throne to get anywhere; he may, in fact, be a silly-looking Muppet frog. But whatever the foe, whatever the cost, the Black Knight of Hyneria will forever keep his solemn oath.
"None shall pass."
Ten Forward Lounge: Redheaded Mardi Gras Edition
2015-Feb-17, Tuesday 08:36 pmtreadswaterAnnie 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!]
(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?"
(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.
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!]
james tiberius "perfect hair" kirk, arriving ● open
2015-Feb-15, Sunday 01:12 pmcaelusTheir 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.
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.
[Sickbay]: Round Seven Scans and Vaccines
2015-Jan-23, Friday 08:45 pmten_fwd_npcs
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, 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 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 (Simon Tam is not available this time). There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]
Ten Forward Lounge
2014-Dec-27, Saturday 12:18 pmwrites_with_digital_inkAnd on the fourteenth day of Christmas, one may find an Orion programmer in the lounge-
Gaila frowns and then sighs ruefully. Well, there are reasons why she's a programmer, not a song-writer. But oh, wow, but she'd love to get that song out of her head. Thanks, whoever hijacked the PA system, thanks a lot.
(Although, honestly, if it was one of the guests, she's impressed they managed it.)
Trying not to hum, she grabs a drink from Ten Forward's bar and goes to find a couch. She has her PADD with her, and there's some coding quizzes she wants to study for, but her room was far too quiet. Ambient noise, that's the cure for quiet.
Gaila frowns and then sighs ruefully. Well, there are reasons why she's a programmer, not a song-writer. But oh, wow, but she'd love to get that song out of her head. Thanks, whoever hijacked the PA system, thanks a lot.
(Although, honestly, if it was one of the guests, she's impressed they managed it.)
Trying not to hum, she grabs a drink from Ten Forward's bar and goes to find a couch. She has her PADD with her, and there's some coding quizzes she wants to study for, but her room was far too quiet. Ambient noise, that's the cure for quiet.
Pigwrangling and Tourist Traps
2014-Dec-25, Thursday 01:02 pmraavashingON SHIP
Catching a Pig in Engineering with Geordi
Wan had fanned out with many of the security people to try and get the pig-pigs to some place safe. The City-Ship didn't have a proper sty for them, but a make-shift one seemed to have been set up in one of the cargo bay storehouses. It would have to do for now. Wan was just glad the people of the City-Ship didn't intend to kill the pig-pigs when they were caught. But that didn't make catching them any easier. They scattered fast and tore through the halls, making it hard to keep up with any single one.
Wan had been helping corral a group of them when one split off and managed to get into what he'd heard called a 'Jeffries Tube'. The rush was immediately followed by a pained squeal and the sound of the poor thing hitting several walls as it fell. Wan didn't even think to ask if it was okay to follow before he ducked in after it and spotted it limping away at the bottom of the shaft it had fallen down.
Wan got down a little slower, breaking his own fall with a gust of air, but by then the pig-pig had managed to get itself out of the tube system and into another area that Wan had never been to before. A large, multi-storied room with a glowing blue tube of energy in the middle. With the obviously broken leg slowing it down, the pig-pig was caught (gently) by Wan. But that didn't mean Wan was ready to leave. He stood just inside the Jefferies' access, pig-pig in arms, and stared at the engine core, entranced by what he could feel coming off it.
ON RISA
Clothing Shopping - OTA
Currently, Wan was wandering the streets with his new pet pig-pig, Na, trotting along happily beside him. She was still a very small piglet and easy to pick up and carry in one arm. She wasn't even on a leash. She just followed him as he visited the shops and tried to figure out how to get himself some extra clothes that weren't see-through or so small they might as well not be there. So far, he wasn't having much luck. And was not particularly happy about it as he picked up what they called a 'bathing suit' that was little more than a loop that might fight around one leg and hold certain parts of the body in place.
Turning to the nearest person, he held up the strange article of clothing and stretched it a couple times as he showed it to them, "Do you know how this is worn?"
Tourist Traps with Gaila
With Na safely back in his guest suite planet side for the day, Wan was out and about checking out all the sights he was told he 'had' to see. A pamphlet had been shoved into his hand and the only thing he could understand of what was written on it was the crude map of the greater area around the hotel. And barely at that. He'd also been pointed toward a large gathering of other people who had strange contraptions in their hands that they held up as if looking through them before moving on to do the same thing again. Maybe they had trouble seeing?
Well, whatever it was, Wan had been assured he should follow this group before being left alone with it. Not exactly certain of who they were all following, he went up to a green-skinned woman that seemed to be as much a straggler as he was and held up the pamphlet, "Sorry if I'm interrupting, but do you know how to read this?"
Catching a Pig in Engineering with Geordi
Wan had fanned out with many of the security people to try and get the pig-pigs to some place safe. The City-Ship didn't have a proper sty for them, but a make-shift one seemed to have been set up in one of the cargo bay storehouses. It would have to do for now. Wan was just glad the people of the City-Ship didn't intend to kill the pig-pigs when they were caught. But that didn't make catching them any easier. They scattered fast and tore through the halls, making it hard to keep up with any single one.
Wan had been helping corral a group of them when one split off and managed to get into what he'd heard called a 'Jeffries Tube'. The rush was immediately followed by a pained squeal and the sound of the poor thing hitting several walls as it fell. Wan didn't even think to ask if it was okay to follow before he ducked in after it and spotted it limping away at the bottom of the shaft it had fallen down.
Wan got down a little slower, breaking his own fall with a gust of air, but by then the pig-pig had managed to get itself out of the tube system and into another area that Wan had never been to before. A large, multi-storied room with a glowing blue tube of energy in the middle. With the obviously broken leg slowing it down, the pig-pig was caught (gently) by Wan. But that didn't mean Wan was ready to leave. He stood just inside the Jefferies' access, pig-pig in arms, and stared at the engine core, entranced by what he could feel coming off it.
ON RISA
Clothing Shopping - OTA
Currently, Wan was wandering the streets with his new pet pig-pig, Na, trotting along happily beside him. She was still a very small piglet and easy to pick up and carry in one arm. She wasn't even on a leash. She just followed him as he visited the shops and tried to figure out how to get himself some extra clothes that weren't see-through or so small they might as well not be there. So far, he wasn't having much luck. And was not particularly happy about it as he picked up what they called a 'bathing suit' that was little more than a loop that might fight around one leg and hold certain parts of the body in place.
Turning to the nearest person, he held up the strange article of clothing and stretched it a couple times as he showed it to them, "Do you know how this is worn?"
Tourist Traps with Gaila
With Na safely back in his guest suite planet side for the day, Wan was out and about checking out all the sights he was told he 'had' to see. A pamphlet had been shoved into his hand and the only thing he could understand of what was written on it was the crude map of the greater area around the hotel. And barely at that. He'd also been pointed toward a large gathering of other people who had strange contraptions in their hands that they held up as if looking through them before moving on to do the same thing again. Maybe they had trouble seeing?
Well, whatever it was, Wan had been assured he should follow this group before being left alone with it. Not exactly certain of who they were all following, he went up to a green-skinned woman that seemed to be as much a straggler as he was and held up the pamphlet, "Sorry if I'm interrupting, but do you know how to read this?"
Somewhere in the hallways
2014-Dec-20, Saturday 09:02 amwrites_with_digital_inkPigs.
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.
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.
NERF IT UP
2014-Dec-19, Friday 09:32 ampartofaplanIt's about midday, the day after the pigs showed up to cause chaos, and that's when a loud beeping comes from all panels capable of transmitting comms signals.
A second later, a voice, and face, if you're near a viewscreen, pops up.
"Goood afternooon fellow passengers of the USS Enterprise. Legendary Outlaw and Guardian of the Galaxy Star-Lord, here, interrupting your normally scheduled comm traffic to bring a very important announcement."
Seems like Mr. Quill isn't done with his hacking escapades... Except this one seems to have worked.
"So... We seem to have a bit of a porcine problem, don't we? And, despite the valiant efforts of our security teams, it doesn't seem to be gettin' any better, huh? Well. I got two words for ya..."
He bends out of the view of the feed, coming back up with a bright yellow plastic gun.
"Nerf. Guns." He grins, obviously proud of himself. "Tried and tested. I figure it's more humane to blast 'em with foam bullets than vapourise the poor things... Even if I ain't had real bacon in a while. Plus, I'd hate to see one of these things end up in your fancy engine, or somethin'."
A pause.
"I know I ain't supposed to be hackin' into ships systems. I picked the least busy time in your subspace comms, and, hey, you folks don't make it a walk in the damn park. Anyway..." He scrubs the back of his head. "I'll make it easy for ya. Deck 7, Room 752. I ain't goin' nowhere, so, if you wanna toss me in jail, go right ahead."
And then a grin again.
"Until then, anyone who wants to Nerf it up, come on by. We got all kinds'a toys for just about everyone."
He's going to reach up and switch off the monitor. If Q wanted a show, fine. He was gonna get one... But no-one said nothing about other people not enjoying it. He grins to himself, clapping his hands together and turning to the replicator.
Things were about to get interesting.
((OOC: Open over the comms, in person, out and about shooting pigs... anything and everything. Come at me!))
A second later, a voice, and face, if you're near a viewscreen, pops up.
"Goood afternooon fellow passengers of the USS Enterprise. Legendary Outlaw and Guardian of the Galaxy Star-Lord, here, interrupting your normally scheduled comm traffic to bring a very important announcement."
Seems like Mr. Quill isn't done with his hacking escapades... Except this one seems to have worked.
"So... We seem to have a bit of a porcine problem, don't we? And, despite the valiant efforts of our security teams, it doesn't seem to be gettin' any better, huh? Well. I got two words for ya..."
He bends out of the view of the feed, coming back up with a bright yellow plastic gun.
"Nerf. Guns." He grins, obviously proud of himself. "Tried and tested. I figure it's more humane to blast 'em with foam bullets than vapourise the poor things... Even if I ain't had real bacon in a while. Plus, I'd hate to see one of these things end up in your fancy engine, or somethin'."
A pause.
"I know I ain't supposed to be hackin' into ships systems. I picked the least busy time in your subspace comms, and, hey, you folks don't make it a walk in the damn park. Anyway..." He scrubs the back of his head. "I'll make it easy for ya. Deck 7, Room 752. I ain't goin' nowhere, so, if you wanna toss me in jail, go right ahead."
And then a grin again.
"Until then, anyone who wants to Nerf it up, come on by. We got all kinds'a toys for just about everyone."
He's going to reach up and switch off the monitor. If Q wanted a show, fine. He was gonna get one... But no-one said nothing about other people not enjoying it. He grins to himself, clapping his hands together and turning to the replicator.
Things were about to get interesting.
((OOC: Open over the comms, in person, out and about shooting pigs... anything and everything. Come at me!))
Jack Frost's Winter Wonderland!
2014-Dec-18, Thursday 11:46 amfrostedoverlandIt 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.
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.
![gentle tap](http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQsknK2vYQg/UkmNgnqie5I/AAAAAAAAATk/mPULVx9hbTc/s1600/jack_frost___gif_2_by_scytam-d5nmceb.gif"){kind=link}
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.
[OPEN; INTRO + HALLOWEEN COMBO]
2014-Oct-31, Friday 02:06 pmsizeofyourbaggageHonestly, 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.
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.