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Genesis forgot just how short she was while at age ten. Then again, being in an unfamiliar Egyptian tomb meant she was getting into places she had never even heard of. Who called their king a "pharoh?" Or, for that matter, "Tut"? Of course, Gaia had no such Egyptian tombs and she wasn't sure why the Holodeck even looked like this. But she was bored and curious and, oh hey, new clothes! She could recognize exploring clothes when she saw it.

Her face was already smudged from the dust, her fingers gray as she climbed onto yet another ledge. She grunted, trying to get a leg up as she had jumped to a higher one to read some more of the writings (she had a dictionary and reading was always a wonderful past time for her). "Hmph! How is this rock so slippery?"

She continued her valiant effort to get her leg up so she could climb up properly, already missing her height and SOLDIER strength. At least she didn't get sick.

littleredspider

Room 0718 - Genesis

Natasha doesn't often get sick, but she knows what to do when she does: go the hell to bed and try and sleep it off. She'd had dinner with her roommate (it's not as if treating the woman like a stranger is going to work, and why not) and then done exactly that.

What wakes her is Velikan jumping on her, the puppy bored and hungry. Natasha yelps, but manages not to hit him. Then she freezes.

Very, very carefully, she runs her hands over her body, taking stock. Very, very carefully, she sits up, slides out of bed, walks out of her bedroom across the living area to Genesis' door, and knocks.

If Natasha has to go to medical, the least she can do is ask Genesis to mind the dog.

She's not flipping out. At least.

Not yet.

Ten Forward Lounge - OTA

Not that a sudden influx of children are new to the lounge, but they've gained another one. A girl with dark red curly hair, dressed in otherwise unremarkable dark pants and a pale blue sweater, who is very carefully nursing a cup of tea.

And scowling.

There is definitely a degree of scowling going on.

ten_fwd_npcs

Now that the medical team under the temporary command of Dr. Bashir has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, 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 7, Section 4

Room # 0718 - Natasha Romanoff and Genesis Rhapsodos
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Peggy Carter
Room # 0723 - Steve Rogers and Wanijima Akito
Room # 0731 - Jonas Quinn and Billy Cranston
Room # 0733 - Mack Gerhardt and George Kirk
Room # 0739 - Peter Quill and The Doctor (Ten)
Room # 0756 - Danny Valdessecchi
Room # 0758 - Trance Gemini and Karrin Murphy
Room # 0766 - Prim Everdeen and Sergeant Robert Fraser, RCMP (Deceased)
Room # 0767 - Finnick Odair and Steve McGarrett
Room # 0776 - Samus Aran and Kitty Norville
Room # 0777 - Kevin Ford
Room # 0773 - Weyoun and Trever McCallum

Deck 8

Room # 2133 - Beverly Crusher

Deck 9, Section 4

Room # 0927 - Ahim de Famille and Sean Slater
Room # 0914 - Ezri Dax and Zinda Blake
Room # 0913 - Ashida Noriko and Doc Brown
Room # 0921 - Alex Rogan and Philip

"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. ]

rhapsoidein

She didn't know anyone who could fight with a sword and she wasn't sure she could use her magic here without endangering everyone here considering they were in space. So, all she could think of doing was hitting the punching bag once again after doing a few workouts. Running, stretching, push ups, sit ups, they were all done but still not enough to wind her now that she was, most definitely, at her full strength.

Which meant the weighted punching bag was having a hard time keeping up, luckily, there was more than one. It helped keep her mind off of her now lonely room, although that might change soon considering new people arrived on an almost monthly basis. She wasn't so sure she wanted a roommate. She would rather have the man who was gone, the one she fell in love with. It made her face flush in anger once more, knowing that Q had sent him home. Knowing that she would be alone now, who knows when she would even get to go back? And if she did, would it be fair for her Angeal? Could she fall in love all over again? It took her a long time to come to grips with her behavior and how she acted back home, she had a lot to atone for. But was it still fair?

No.

Her fists swung harder and faster, even lighting up as she subconsciously activated her favorite materia. Fire.

And before she knew it, the punching bag was slamming into the floor and ablaze while she stood there breathing hard, the light dying from her hands as she stared at the fire with glowing mako blue eyes.

It just wasn't fair.

Current Mood: angry

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.

stark_spangled

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

Baseball season.

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

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

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

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

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

Current Location: Deck 10, Holodeck 5

rhapsoidein

It just wasn't fair.

Of course, when she found somewhat of a new life here, with an Angeal who loved her, it was taken away from her. Or rather, he was taken away from her. It started a few days ago, when he suddenly wasn't there that morning. She hadn't thought anything of it. Angeal liked to spend time taking a run or working in the hydroponics lab. But when he wasn't at either of those locations, Genesis grew worried. She had asked around but no one had seen him.

She hadn't seen him since then and it had become pretty obvious what happened. Angeal was sent back to his world, where she couldn't go. It was like a knife through her heart and it hurt more than the years of degradation had.

Genesis sat by herself, as far away from anyone as she could, nursing a glass of whatever alcoholic beverage was in it and not really drinking it because what was the point? It wouldn't dull the pain. She couldn't get drunk. She was facing the windows, the blackness of space and twinkle of stars her only company as she sniffled pathetically and wiped at her eyes with a napkin. She wasn't much of a mess as she was earlier that day, but it was hard to keep her composure. She didn't want to go back to her room but she didn't want to be in Ten Forward. Quite frankly, she would have preferred to lock herself away in a library but they didn't have that.

So she had found the next best thing and that was the nearly full grown Banora tree in the hydroponics lab. It made her think about him but also of her own home. It was a small comfort. She sat beneath the tree, leaning against it with the wads of napkins on her lap, both used and new as she swirled the drink in her hands.

"My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow."

themerlin

Merlin did do his best to, most days, eschew the ways of others. He did try, in all accounts, to find new ways and new dreams of what would be, what could be, and what might be, and not dilly dally in the lost and forgotten. But his memories of such were ever powerful, and did prod his mind. For, in the wee hours of the night, when naught else filled the world with sound, so did those memories come a-crawling, a hunting, and a haunting.

Many regrets had Merlin, and Merlin had many a thought on old woes, even as he sought new dreams. Thus it was, many a night, he would be up to all hours, and in many a shaded place, beginning many a new adventure with not a thought for the past, the present, nor for the future, merely for something to do. And thus again, it was, yes, that when the shimmering light did come and sweep over him, Merlin welcomed it, for mayhap, wheresoever it swept him, there would be fewer ghosts for his soul.

But when the light faded and Merlin stood atop a table in a room of people, where drinks were drunk and food was eaten, so did he despair. Here among these shades of new futures, ghosts yet walked. And yet, hope still glimmered, and the future was bright, and mayhap in the moment of the perambulations he could find herein, he would find something new to dream.

With a hop, he left the tabletop, dropped to the floor, and walked into the crowd, a glint to his eyes and humming an old song.

(ooc: Triggering: in the Merlin-Ginny thread, there are mentions of rape.)

stark_spangled

He'd almost missed all the fuss. Steve's been back to his own time and place -- and jiminy cricket, is it still strange to think of D.C. as home -- found Clint and Natasha safe, and returned to the ship with Natasha in tow. The holidays had been... strange. But not as strange as what happened when he and Natasha got back.

It's put him in a mood, sometimes pensive, sometimes angry. He's been focusing his energy on making sure Bucky and Nat are all right, looking in on Kate, Peggy, Sinthia and Sam, but he's tense. He needs to get off the ship for a while.

The trip down to Risa is painless, and the resort he's dumped off at -- well, it's nothing to turn his nose up at, that's for sure. It looks like Hawaii. At least, it looks like what he imagines Hawaii to look like. They call it a "Pleasure Planet," and the natives around here are real friendly, to put it mildly. So there's enough to keep Steve distracted, at least for a day.

The fact that he chooses to hide himself in one of the marketplaces should really tell you something.

[ooc: if by "something" we mean "Steve doesn't know how to have fun." :| He's completely approachable, so I welcome any and all takers to get Steve to have a little fun and adventure on Risa! If you want to plot something, I'm over on plurk

gabbynormal or reachable by DMs always! Otherwise, come bug the supersoldier. He has a birthday present to buy. >:3]

Current Location: Planetside: Risa, Marketplace

rhapsoidein

The punching bag totally had it coming.

Genesis was, so far, alone in the gym and that's how she wanted it. She wanted to test out her strength again, to see if she was truly at full health. She took it upon herself to work the usual magic to make her wings retract back into her shoulders, disappearing altogether. She made sure to do this the day prior as it tended to exhaust her. Now, she was left with her bare back, the only evidence of her wings were two thin white lines over her exposed shoulder blades as her wrapped hands slammed into the weighted bag.

She wore her usual sports bra, dark red with black accents, her SOLDIER pants (just your average black army pants but with two belts wrapped at her waist) and combat boots (not your usual standard fare, as they were slightly heeled and ended at her knees). Her auburn hair, now grown to just above her shoulders, was up in a high ponytail, leaving strands at the base of her neck and her bangs and a few more layers framing her face.

Genesis made sure the bag was weighted heavier than the usual punching bag, or it would have flown off the hook within the first couple punches. Re-developing muscles showed on her abs and arms, giving her that satisfying burn. She was almost there, her health and strength were back. All that remained was getting her body back to its normal athletic shape. She grunted as she kept going, sweat glistening on her face and body, barely exhausted but still making it obvious that she had been here awhile.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: Gym

stark_spangled

This will not go down in the books as one of Steve's favorite weekends ever.

The costume has been humiliating enough, meeting people from his world, his future, while in said costume would be the cherry on top of the rotten sundae. Or you would think, anyway. But putting a soldier whose metabolism burns four times faster than normal on a candy-only diet for a few days, and you've got a recipe for one miserable man.

And -- because of course there's more -- that candy is apparently booby trapped. Steve thought the war was over. Just tell that to his hair, which is currently a limp shade of green -- and not a nice green, but a sad, tarnished penny green. It just adds to the lackluster expression on his face as he sits off in the darkest corner he can find, concentrating on keeping his knees together.

He doesn't think he's given women enough credit over the years. This is a lot harder than it looks.

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Once he's had plenty of time to brood, he decides no good ever comes from hanging back or hiding. He's heard about there being missions to find replicators that will produce real food somewhere on the ship, and he's interested in what the result of those missions has been. He can't be the only one on this boat who needs a square meal.

"Has anyone located a working replicator yet?" he calls to the room. "Or any food stores we can tap into?"

[ooc: The bit after the linebreak is for Dylan Hunt in particular, but consider either scenario OTA for any character! Steve's dressed as a USO girl, and my but don't those pumps make his legs look shapely? Powers and personality remain the same, save for the colored hair. :)]

Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Location: Deck 10-Forward

akito

While Akito is more accustomed to sudden, unexpected dimensional shifts than the average person, he is having a surprising amount of difficultly adjusting to his new high-tech environment. Years spent in a dimension where reliable electricity was unthinkable, running water was a luxury, and food came in the form of whatever you could manage to forage or kill has caused him to grow unaccustomed to the standard luxuries he was used to back home. Add in the fact that the occasional rare luxury usually came with an unpleasant cost and you get one teenager who is distrustful of nearly everything he comes into contact with.

Being quarantined is an understandable precaution, yet comes with the assumption that he'll be forced to undergo medical examination, which causes him such anxiety that not even cuddling with Shark can relieve it completely. He'll ask Jack to accompany him when he has to, because even if this Jack isn't his Jack, and even if he is no longer a child, Jack is still Jack, and therefore someone he can trust to keep him safe. Which is why if he isn't trailing after Jack, Akito can almost certainly be found in his temporary private room, or - if the quarantine quarters are empty, in the shared common room.

Of course his plan of hiding out in a room doesn't exactly work out all the time, since Shark is used to having free run of a large range of territory and will often kick up a fuss to be let out. Akito knows the pain of being kept locked up all too well, and so every now and then can be seen following a perky-tailed fluff of a cat around the quarantined-accessible hallways, clearly uncomfortable with his surroundings but at least trying to seem like he isn't. Plume pats his neck in a comforting gesture from where she's hiding in his hair.

"Shark, let's go back," he whines quietly, once he's had quite enough of wandering around.

((ooc: so Akito comes with previous-game history from Adstringéndum, a post-apocalyptic setting where most things are out to kill you and beings like to pull mean pranks and cruel tricks on a regular basis. he's tiny in the sense that he's visibly underweight, 4'8", and the too-big sweater he's wearing doesn't help make him look any more menacing. and he's not used to the ambient sound of technology after over two years of going without. Shark is super friendly he just wants to be friends and get cuddles +u+ ))

magicsprice

For the most part Gold has been keeping to his room, occasionally reading actual books, occasionally finally deigning to poke at the PADD to figure out how it worked and learning what he could from it. When he wasn't reading, he would spin on the wheel. Of course, the latter activity typically left him with a byproduct that he should perhaps looking into a means of using. Unfortunately, given the confined area and the lack of any obvious need of wealth, he was at a small loss at how to go about bartering the gold away.

When he wasn't in his room, he could likely be found either wandering the limited area of halls he was allowed to roam, debating on if he should even bother continuing the program he'd begun crafting within the Holodeck, or seated within Ten Forward (more for the chance to see his son, or failing that, to observe the 'natives', than any desire for other company).

During one of his trips to the lounge, he'd discovered what had first seemed to bear some relationship to a chess set. How one actually played on the strange board was something he was still working on fully figuring out. When he's not paying much mind to the crowd around him in the lounge, he's studying the set up and trying to figure out its rules and strategies. His first few attempts at actually playing versus the computer had ended in abject failure, perhaps if he had someone who knew the game to play against and question, he might actually learn how to at least give the damn computer a decent challenge the next time he bothered to play against it.

(ooc: feel free to talk with the man anywhere in the areas mentioned, just tell me where either in subject header or your tag!)

rhapsoidein

"Oof!"

And that was another butt landing for Genesis Rhapsodos. Her jeans were green from all the grass stains on it. She stood back up with a huff, straightening her shirt and swiping at her backside. Why was this so hard? She could fly just fine with one wing! Why was adding another making things complicated? After all, everything else that had two wings flew just fine!

"So why can't I?"

Her problem, however, was entirely on her and she knew it. She was having trouble remembering to actually use the other wing. She had grown so accustomed to using just one wing that she tended to forget it was there, which meant she spiraled out of control very fast and onto the ground. Luckily, she never got too high to really hurt herself.

With a sigh, she spread her wings and was in the air once more. But it was much of the same, she would flap them, one beating a bit more than the other, and then she was falling again. She tried to keep herself in the air this time but it only meant that the height of her fall was going to be a bit harder than previously.

At least the grass was soft?

[OOC: anyone want to catch her? XD]

ten_fwd_npcs

As the fight rages on, the pain and anguish of all involved grows to deafening levels; that is, if you're attuned to such things. For the alien travelers and the scientists who work on Alemar III, the threat of extermination is ever-present. But for the crystal "monsters" wreaking the damage, their only goal is revenge.

The high-pitched humming that comes from the Crystaloids may only seem like resonance, but it changes, fluctuates, in both pitch and intensity. It's a language in itself, expressing anger and pain and fear, and when the fighting reaches its peak so do the thousands of voices. For the gathered empaths, that means a cacophony of emotions and thoughts that no one else can understand.

It's Counselor Troi, pushed to the edge of the room where she has been protecting others, who first rises.

"You're intelligent," she murmurs, almost like she's speaking to herself. But she isn't. As understanding dawns on her, she knows she cannot sit idly by while the violence continues. Without much thought for herself, she rushes into the fracas. "Stop! You all must stop! You don't understand!"

Something suddenly changes in the Crystaloid's behavior. Sharp fists and teeth and claws stop their attack, and the humming grows quiet. It's a message, sent to them telepathically and spoken aloud, that finally ends it all: "I can hear you."

[ooc: This is the final party post for Day 3 of our Alemar III plot! You can still tag into Friday's post or make your own posts throughout the day. This will be for the culmination of events following the last battle, so find a subheading that appeals to you and jump in (there will be a few locked to specific teams just to wrap up their plot objectives, but these will be clearly marked). Later tonight, an exit post will be made. See the OOC Plotting Post for more info.]

asklepian

Julian can feel the ground lurch moments before everything goes straight to hell in a bleeding handbasket, like someone just tilted the world underneath his feet. It's rather like a ship being fired upon--then there's a dull roaring and the earth around them is shaking violently. They're underground, and they're stuck in the middle of an earthquake.

"Get under something!" he shouts--he's a command officer, a representative of Starfleet, and though he might not be part of the Enterprise crew, it's his duty to keep these people safe while they're here.

There are metal tables even down in these stone corridors, holding equipment and artifacts, and Julian stays out in the open for as long as he can, waving people underneath them before ducking under one himself.

Until the shaking stops he stays right where he is--he can't help anyone if he's crushed under rubble, he just has to hope that everyone got to some sort of protection. When the shaking stops--for now, he's not discounting aftershocks--he comes out to assess the damage.

The first and most notable thing is that they're trapped. The ceiling had come down in the tunnel, cutting off the way back to the main areas of the mining operation. Julian cracks his medkit--grateful for the habit of carrying it everywhere--and pulls out his tricorder. It may have been calibrated for medical, but in a pinch it would suffice to determine the stability of the cavern.

They weren't in danger of anything collapsing on their heads imminently, but he couldn't rule it out if there was a more severe shake. They needed to get back to the surface. But he also had to determine if they were all in a shape to try to get back to the surface.

"Is everyone alright?"

ten_fwd_npcs

"Welcome, everyone, to geothermal field two-nine-one," Dr. Johanna Sk'Amor says, once everyone has gathered in the entryway.

The shuttlebay the group has just left is behind them, while the large entrance to the facility is directly ahead. The building is quite spacious, and despite the high volume of visitors no one is cramped for space while standing here. It's like a museum lobby, with fixtures in the center of the room and wings on either side. While the design is not as bright and clean as the Enterprise, the high ceilings and white walls give a feeling of spaciousness. To the right is the main observation room, where the convex wall making up one full corner of the drilling facility is primarily floor-to-ceiling windows. The vistas beyond are stunning: tall, grey mountains and low valleys, all covered with snow. To the left is a winding staircase that leads to an upper level, and beyond that are several labs.

"This is one of five scientific outposts located on Alemar III," the doctor continues. "At one time we had seven, but two have been destroyed by earthquakes. Alemar III is highly geologically active, so our remaining facilities have been reinforced to withstand even the most devastating natural disasters. There's nothing to worry about, our engineers are some of the best in the quadrant, but if you feel some tremors while you look around just keep in mind that this is normal.

"Two of our outposts are at the polar north and south of the planet, while the other three, this one included, are evenly spread across the globe. Our staff is small, only about ten scientists and five archaeologists, and enough engineers to keep everything in working order. In all, the entire planet only has about ninety occupants at any given time. It's rare that we're able to entertain guests.

"If you'll follow me, I'll show you some of the work we accomplish here."

[ooc: This post is open to those who signed up for our game plot only! As it's being run party post style, all characters are encouraged to tag in and mingle; since teams have not been divided yet, any participating character can tag anyone else, you don't have to stick only to those on your teams. You may also tag in as many top level threads as you choose if you're doing the full tour, just be sure your character ends up in the room where their team will be positioned for the rest of the plot (for those who will be divided in the mines due to cave-ins, the main mine connects to many other rooms and alcoves, so simply tag in under the Main Mine subheading and have your characters move around the different passageways to explore. Wherever rocks fall, that's where the rooms will be divided). Threadhopping and backtagging are encouraged! This post will remain open for as long as it takes all characters to tag in.]

stark_spangled

There is a female Captain America on this ship from an alternate dimension.

His partner of the last two years has informed him she's actually 86 years old.

He's been running along the Volga River, Russia, in 1936, and racing motorcycles through places he's never seen before, all without leaving the ship.

His best friend (deceased) has arrived, a POW for the last seventy years thanks to HYDRA, and they've done things to him that have left him changed.

There's no way off this ship.

Steve's at the heavy bag in the gymnasium, the same place he's been for the last two and a half hours. It gives him somewhere to think, something to do, a goal to accomplish in some fancy tin can where he's about as useless as a white crayon. His mind keeps rolling back to Bucky, stuck on repeat, wondering if it's his fault, his dimension, his timeline, his world, just wondering if he left his best friend to die.

'For years... There has always been a mission. How do you sit still on this ship and do nothing?'

His blows fall harder, angrier, until the heavy bag comes off its chain with a sickening creak.

[ooc: Steve's working out some stuff, but I promise he's totally approachable. He won't try to murderate you. Honest. ^^; Grey text is taken from this thread.]

Current Mood: pensive
Current Location: Deck Twelve: Gymnasium

wear_tear_rust

Angeal hadn't anticipated the sudden shift in scenery. Once, he was standing on the plate above the Section 5 Slums and had pushed Zack away hard enough to blow his protege through the ventilation grating. In a flash he was among strangers. The massive Buster Sword rested on his back while his hands were smoking from the blast he gave off.

He was battle ready, charged and heavy handed once he starts going. His wings were retracting back into his body, rational thought had started to take control, though it was a slow process that required concentration -- concentration that he didn't have.

He stood up from his crouched position, though he was certain that something was wrong. He didn't feel right in this place. Mako blue eyes scanned the area with a scowl that had creased his brow. He was not ready to accept that he was taken from the middle of his mission to put an end to ShinRa's lies but the task was put on hold.

"Tch!" He was certain that this was another one of ShinRa's tricks to control him. He doesn't stay in the bar-like social room and turned to leave to prevent any more further embarrassment. Out the door he went and the halls were just as confusing. Security personnel were in view and Angeal was instantly on the alert again, and this time he was ready for a fight.

ten_fwd_npcs

This again. Lieutenant Worf is thrilled to have even more riffraff aboard. He had hoped Q's interference would have been dealt with by this point, and the influx of strange and... disagreeable passengers stopped. So it is with aggravation that he gathers the new "guests" together in Ten Forward to instruct them on correct behavior and protocols now that they have been released from quarantine. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, so he will handle this in the honorable way.

As he has already done this once, he has a prepared speech:

"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 aloud the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Deck 04, Room #2740, Cargo Hold 7 - KITT (the vehicle)

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0727 - Sinthia Schmidt and Gaila betIlley
Room # 0731 - Bucky Barnes and James Bond
Room # 0732 - Mr. Gold and Jonas Quinn
Room # 0733 - Waco Kid and Haruto Souma
Room # 0734 - Ashida Noriko and Amanda
Room # 0735 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0736 - Jack Harkness and Julian Bashir
Room # 0737 - Terzen T'Karr and Rory Williams
Room # 0738 - The Sundance Kid and Genesis
Room # 0739 - The Doctor and Rose Tyler
Room # 0740 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0741 - Seamus Harper

Deck 08, Section 1A - Doctor Oggurobb Hutt

"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 everyone to tag in and meet their new roommates and neighbors, "party post" style! Everyone should participate if and when they can, so they can get acquainted with who they will be rooming with for at least the next several months. 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 an OOC post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and where we'll post 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.]

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

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

Probably.

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

rhapsoidein

Genesis didn't quite remember how she found out about the holodeck, but when she did, she was very excited to try this out. It would also help her get her mind off things and help her practice again. She hadn't been able to sleep well, nothing about the ship or her situation, really. She just wasn't used to sleeping due to the constant pain she had been in. She was waking up a lot throughout the night, expecting it to strike and this healing from the Goddess to have been a trick of her mind.

Not to mention it was nice not having to be on the run all the time from ShinRa. Now, if only Angeal were here. If only he could see her now, she was a SOLDIER again. Maybe even Sephiroth could see her, if he wasn't still mad at her.

It had been a long time since she felt healthy. Like she wasn't about to fall apart at the seams. She had been dying for four years, degradation slowly taking her as her skin turned ashen, cracking like porcelain. She was still fairly thin, something her clothes hid well for the moment. But her hair wasn't thin anymore but back to its healthy shade and fullness.

Genesis shook her head, ridding her mind of thoughts of the past and focused on the present. Namely, the various monsters she was destroying with her crimson blade. Her body was still recovering, but her skills remained the same. She fought primarily with her sword but she always used magic to help as well. Even with the enhancements, it was pretty obviously her strength would never overcome Sephiroth's or Angeal's, so she focused her skills elsewhere. Namely her speed and agility and rather unique talent with materia. However, she wasn't sure if it was her health or something else going on right now as she fired off another Firaga spell at the Zolom. She felt even more tired than usual, every spell she cast weakening her further.

That didn't normally happen, not that fast anyway.

It finally plateaued as she stumbled due to dizziness, the tail of the zolom catching her about her middle. She hit the ground and rolled, wincing in pain and keeping her shaking hand tight on her sword. Well, shit, now what was she suppose to do? She was out of magic at this point and it drained at her own energy, why? Quickly, she pulled out a blue bottle, downing the liquid and using the little energy it gave her to behead the reptile in one swing of her sword. She forced the program to quit, leaving her in the middle of the black and yellow room, panting hard and shaking with exhaustion. Was it... was it because she wasn't on Gaia anymore? Materia used the Lifestream's wisdom to grant humans the power of magic, but without it... was the only other source herself?

"Great..."

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[Previously: It hasn't been a good day at Stargate Command.]

Being on standby is tough.

It's what Jonas wanted, but ever since he changed into the green uniform (for operations on forested planets), donned his vest, and claimed himself a knife and a Zat'nik'tel from the armory, there hasn't been much to do. Except wait, edgy and fidgeting, listening for the sound of the gate alarm. SG-3 seems to be handling it better than Jonas, but he probably would be, too, if he were with O'Neill, Carter, and Teal'c instead of waiting to possibly have to go rescue them from someone trying to wipe out the Alpha Site.

He can't go too far away from Stargate Operations, and he's just getting in the way in the control room, so he's trying to read, leaning against a wall in the room where SG-3 has gathered, flicking through one of Doctor Jackson's books on Egyptology.

Until he's not.

There's a flash of red light, and the wall he was leaning on is gone. He rolls just enough to avoid falling flat on his back, but he hits the ground hard, sending the book sliding across the floor.

He stays curled on his side for a moment before he winces and pushes up on one arm to take a look around.

This is not the SGC.

And SG-3 is nowhere to be seen.

rhapsoidein

THUD.

Right in the middle of the Ten Forward, an auburn haired woman had appeared in a seated position and it was pretty clear she was leaning on something as her body ended up falling to the side and hitting for the floor. Her crimson sword clattered next to her. She was also unconscious. She was dressed in a crimson leather coat, knee high leather boots, a knitted turtleneck sleeveless shirt, and black pants. Around her waist and held with suspenders was a wide belt with an emblem etched onto the leather.

Come try and wake her up?

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[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #10

The Punching Bag Had it Coming [Open]

Thunder rolls

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

[Locked to Steve Rogers] I'll Be Missing You

A mad wizard cometh, OTA

[On Risa:] Choose your own planetside adventure? OTA!

At the Gym [Open]

[Ten Forward]: Halloween Plot (sneaking this in belatedly)! OTA

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3rd Contract [Wandering from room, holodeck, ten-forward, halls]

Learning to Fly - [open]

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

Team #7 | Trapped in the Caves

[Away Mission:] Arrivals Post, Alemar III (Party Post!)

Gymnasium | Deck 12 | At the heavy bag (OTA)

First Feather {Entering into the unknown has never been easy}

[Ten Forward] Rooming Assignments | Round #2

[Sickbay]: Round Two scans and vaccines

It's Not Unlike the Company Training Room

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a SOLDIER has arrived

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