ten_fwd | Entries tagged with grainne (au)

A father's day chat

There's a scream from Trever's room followed by a long series of cursing. Among other things including "Morrigan's fine feathered ass!" and "This is crow fucking unbelievable!"

Trever, looking like he'd seen a ghost, backed out of his room holding a long sword shaped like a feather. A raven's flight feather to be exact.

Then he ran down the corridors screaming for Kale.

So, there's a red haired man with a sword screaming for a cabbage.

Later

After having found his missing cabbage, Trever and Kale are in ten-forward. The sword is laid out on a table and Kale is examining it with a scanner hitched up to a laptop. Their conversation seems to run around the following subject:

"It can't be it."

"It is it."

"But it can't be it! It was lost in Fairy!"

"Well, apparently no one told it that!" Kale snapped. "But it is!"

((Feel free to encounter Trever running or the twins in Ten Forward, either one or both.))

ten_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 — even the more unusual aliens.

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 and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! 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. There will be a post up in the OOC comm shortly with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

impossibilities

Things were going well for Grainne. As well as they could, anyway. Until one morning where everything just felt off. It felt, in fact, like she was swimming up a river, with her senses dulled from cold water and struggling against the current. It was a very odd sensation since she wasn't doing any of those things at all, but she quickly put it together.

She couldn't summon her Noble Phantasm. She couldn't run at an accelerated speed. In a panic in her room, she tried all of her various abilities. Nothing was working.

The last time this had happened, it had been in that place shortly after she asked for the "special collar fluid."

Near tears, she tried to calm herself down and left, headed toward sickbay. It could be Q's interference, but it could also be some unknown factor that had affected her a long time ago. Her anxiety rose, having her picking at her own nails and nibbling her bottom lip. If anything, the crew might be able to figure out what happened.

Grainne sighed and waited for a turbolift, leaning against the wall. And then fell through said wall, right where there had been a shadow.

She came out in the middle of Ten Forward, falling on the floor underneath a table.

"W-... what?" She sat up and looked around, utter astonishment on her face.

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Classes for adults and children are now being held every day on Deck 14. The weekly schedule for March's syllabus is posted below. [Classes are OTA unless otherwise specified.]

[[Note: due to AC drops, some classes may no longer have a PC teacher. We have chosen to leave the ones with students still signed up on the post for now, so if any of the students in a class with "NPC" marked as the instructor wants to make the top-level entry for the class, feel free to do so.]]

[example of a youth class]

( Schedule & Listing )

[[ooc: Please note, the School is currently a once-a-month post; all times listed are for IC purposes. Teachers will post in with a comment for their class, and students can then tag in to thread at any stage for classes held at any point in the month. Posting in is not compulsory; you are welcome to handwave attendance.

To sign up to teach, or to add your character as a regular student of a class, there will be a new post coming soon, the link will be edited in here and announced on the ooc comm. The next School post will be on April 4th.]]

forcefullyunstable

For all the people he encountered - the Jedi woman he killed, the others he tried to kill, the assassin droid that tried to kill him and the pair that finally got the better of him in that medbay - all he had now were three bland walls and an electrified barrier. The force was no clearer to him than it had been when he first found himself aboard the ship. Even his lightsaber was gone.

He tested every square inch of that room until his fists were bloody and his boots had split. He must have shocked himself a hundred times. But eventually, every tantrum must subside. And Kylo Ren did calm down.

Two weeks, someone in a yellow shirt said, followed by counseling sessions and close surveillance. Two long weeks.

Will anyone pay him a visit?

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The ship is in a state of complete chaos, and Worf is furious. He believes he is furious, that is. For some reason he feels happy, but is doggedly ignoring that in favor of voicing his displeasure with Q at every available opportunity. There are more pressing matters to attend to right now than assigning quarters. He wonders if he can put someone in the brig for being too happy. That would make him happy. A thought strong enough it has him grinning toothily.

However, the medical team under command of Dr. Crusher has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, and that is Worf's duty to see to assigning them quarters, and instructing them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. Protocols like not weaving Dancer blossoms into his hair. }}}:(

Once the new arrivals have been given the basic tour of the Enterprise by an unusually chipper Chief O'Brien, they are gathered together in Ten Forward to await further instructions. Worf begins his 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. The computers are ... wonderful. Truly wonderful. Ahem. 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." He is thinking of Kylo Ren then, one headache he did not need. "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, preparing to read off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them. Something makes him pause. "Ah," he says, straightening his shoulders, but his face is devoid of humor when he announces: "Everyone is just so happy to have you here."

It is a truly terrifying sight to see a Klingon smile. "The rooms are:

Deck 7
Room # 0712 - Edward Tivrusky and River Song
Room # 0721 - Legacy and Derek Morgan
Room # 0748 - Kylo Ren and Poe Dameron **
Room # 0757 - Raiden and Fujin
Room # 0769 - Magneto and Trance Gemini

Deck 8, Family Suites
Room # 0102 - Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers
Room # 0103 - The Doctor (Ten) and Rose Tyler

Deck 9
Room # 0913 - Alex Rogan and Kurt Hummel
Room # 0914 - Ezri Dax and Martha Jones
Room # 0926 - Han Solo and Leia Organa
Room # 0934 - Luke Skywalker and Cash Gillingwater

"I will remain here to answer questions," Worf concludes. "And my team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be." Pause. "Please do not kiss us. It makes us uncomfortable." He is a Klingon, not a gossip.

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

** NOTE ON KYLO REN -- currently pending a brigging for violent behavior, which means he may be in the brig during this time. Left on the list for posterity until his sentence is officially worked out.

[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. ]

Current Location: Deck 10: Forward

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Current Location: Deck 12: Section 23 Baker

and_she_waited

On Valentine's Day, one can enter a lounge on a spaceship docked outside a beautiful blue jewel of a planet (which can clearly be seen out the windows), and see that it's been made over with candles and linen tablecloths and red rose centrepieces. It's not anything as grand as Q would do. Amy is using the romance of the room: the windows looking out on Pacifica, soft lighting, and like last year she's even managed to find a trio to play music in one corner of the room: flute, cello, and violin.

Walking in, there's a sign:

♥ BLIND DATING TONIGHT, 19:00* ♥
Party to follow at 23:00*!

A ginger beauty in a red dress is standing by with a sheet of those name tags you stick on your shirt that say HELLO MY NAME IS ______ and a clipboard of seat assignments. Not all the tables are taken (the woman in charge, Guinan, insisted the room stay open for other patrons), so those meant for the blind dates have numbers tucked in the centrepieces. Amy's taken mostly tables around the outside of the room, where there is the best view of space and a little privacy.

Table 1 - Luna Lovegood & Noriko Ashida
Table 2 - Ed & Alex Rogan
Table 3 - Kale McCallum & The (10th) Doctor
Table 4 - Trever McCallum & Ishka
Table 5 - Olan'atar & T'Pol
Table 6 - General Chang & Aeryn Sun
Table 7 - Marion Scotts & Thor Odinson
Table 8 - The (12th) Doctor & Aidan Nichols
Table 9 - Islington & Merlin
Table 10 - Deanna Troi & DJ
Table 11 - Kristen Kringle & Booker DeWitt
Table 12 - Jacqueline "Jackal" Egret & Dimo
Table 13 - Bob Fraser & Cridhe
Table 14 - Grainne O'Brian & Harry Dresden
Table 15 - Thea Queen & Kitt

If your name is on her list, you'll get a name tag and a little card with your table number on it. "Here you go. The bar's open while you wait, I bribed Guinan t' have out the real stuff, so you can tell her I sent you. No gettin' carried away, though. And no funny business, you treat your date with respect or I'll have you by the ear before night's out. I'll be 'round if you need anything."

Once everyone's been checked off her list, she's going to settle at the bar and have a drink. Match-making's hard business, but each time she does it she gets a little sense of satisfaction. Once the dates are over for the evening, she's looking forward to kicking off her heels and turning this place into a dance party.

* That's 7PM and 11PM respectively!

> Going Stag top-level!
> Open Tables (OTA) top-level!
> Galentine's Day DANCE PARTY OTA top-level!
> The OOC Sign-Ups/Announcement

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

and_she_waited

It's hard for her to believe that Rory has been gone a whole year now. Her Raggedy Man has finally come, and she thought once that had happened Rory would be back, but no such luck yet. She's been keeping a close eye on her Doctor for fear he disappears on her, too.

On the contrary, more of him keep showing up.

Christmas set her in a mood. She wants to do something for the Doctors; a dinner party or fancy dress, maybe. He likes that. In all the time she's travelled in the TARDIS it's never felt lonely, but out here she misses her family and her husband, and the Doctor is all she really has. Even her daft flatmate has gone missing. Without her permission, to add insult.

So, it's distraction that puts her in Ten Forward tonight, for the most part. That and she's been down to the planet they're currently at, and seeing all the happy faces and peaceful couples set her in another mood. A mood to meddle. Annie's gone and gotten herself married, which means Amy is in the market for somebody new to give her the good gossip.

♥ Amy Pond's Blind Dating Service ♥

She's got a sign on her table, and another two on the doors going in and out of the lounge with her table number written on it. Currently she's sitting with her legs crossed, doodling flowers and little tornadoes in the margins of her clipboard paper, waiting for her first unsuspecting ~~victim~~ client.

[OOC: ETA a top-level specifically for the IC sign-up sheet. If you want to establish IC your character signing up without threading with Amy you can post them in on this top-level, or leave it OTA so others can tag you with reactions, questions, comments, etc!]

Current Location: Deck 10: Forward

lost_singularity

[[ooc: I'm going to have something for both DJ and Kira in this log about their visit to the planet. The characters are not in the same area nor are they interacting. I just figured it was just as well to make a catch all log for them at the same time. Feel free to name the character you are responding to in the subject header! <3]]

( DJ )

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( Kira )

radishearring

When Luna got word of the upcoming Pacifica stop she was actually excited. Even now she was always up for exploring and whatever misadventures came up along the way. At the same time however she was still a teenager and well attractive men without shirts was icing on the cake.

(Option 1: Moon Frog Hunt)

Luna had her notebook in one hand as she stalked out one of many ponds, she remembered something her father had mentioned about the frogs and knew being around so much water would only up the chances of a sighting (and there was so many other creatures that live around water as well). Her wand however had been charmed into its usual chopstick mostly as a precaution but there was also a flower tucked into the teen's ponytail and radishes in her ears.

"So curious!" she was smiling now as a little frog hopped past her perch.

(Option 2: Beach Front)

At heart however Luna was still a teenage girl so she also had planned on some beach time to not just swim and enjoy the sun but to people watch (attractive men without shirts was just icing on the cake she decided) and learning a few new water sports. She had even gotten her hands on a tasteful two piece swimsuit (with magical help to cover her scars from the manor). But for the first time in weeks her heart was lighter, she could not explain it but Luna decided to just enjoy the break from her private pain.

"But now see if anyone would teach me to surf."

(Option 3: Submersible Research Institute)

The Ravenclaw in her however wanted to learn while having fun. So Luna signed up for a tour of the Submersible Research Institute. Sure she may not understand all of it but she could not pass up the chance to learn while having another adventure.

ethnobotany

New Orleans Open

Nothing has really been good for Beverly in months. She's had patches of wonderful, good things, but overall, since the day she left sickbay on the Enterprise-E to the Borg, nothing has gone well. Not overall.

And now, just when she thought she was managing her flashbacks and nightmares again, she woke up one morning to find Fatima gone. So the guilt has set in. And the worry. And everything else. Fatima was like a daughter to her and Beverly misses her with every fiber of her being. A part of her is so angry with Q, beyond angry, Beyond something simple. She has never liked him. Not even once.

But right now? Beverly Cheryl Howard Crusher is 1000% done with Q. If he leaves them alone today, it would still be too late.

So, here she is in the holodeck today. Most people will come across her sitting by a trashcan of fire in the middle of a back alley. She's instructed the holodeck to make the fire big, so it's pretty much a bonfire. A contained bonfire, but a bonfire nonetheless.

Fire is calming to her. She loves the flickering lights, the way it smells.

Fire helps her cope.

Fire is real. Even when it isn't.

Orient Express Open

If New Orleans isn't the destination of choice, a visitor might open the holodeck doors to find themselves on a train. Right now, it's empty, but that might change. Beverly herself is on the train, with her back facing the front of it.

That may or may not be intentionally symbolic.

Whatever the case, she's curled up on one of the seats, her legs tucked up and her head resting against the window as she watches the world go by. On the seat between her and the wall is a PADD, the one she's been trying to use since Deanna made her suggestion. For now, it's enough to watch and think. Maybe she'll turn the actual story on sometime.

Five more minutes.

Five more minutes to mourn, to watch the back of the train, her life.

Five more minutes to feel guilt that she isn't there with Fatima, that she knows what Fatima will go back to but she isn't there to help.

Five more minutes to wonder about the version of Beverly Crusher who should be in this timeline and to feel guilt about that, too.

Five more minutes to feel numb.

tactlenecks

"Oh my God."

If Archer had his way, he'd be at the bar right now. But Q, being the massive dick he is, thinks Archer drinks too much (as if!) and has prohibited him from consuming alcohol aboard the Enterprise, pending a series of field agent evaluations.

Which basically means no booze for Archer. Until and unless he plays around in the holodeck for a bit. And Archer needs his booze.

(Seriously, if he goes cold-turkey, the accumulated hangovers will probably kill him.)

The first simulation is set atop Mount Yamatau, the highest mountain in the Southern Urals. Today, it also happens to be the coldest, at 20 degrees below zero.

(If you think of it as basically being the part of the dream in Inception with all the snow - you won't be too far off the mark.)

Specifically, Archer's mission is to infiltrate the Soviet nuclear facility at the base of the mountain, find evidence that they've weaponized a biochemical compound called - oh, to hell with it, he wasn't paying attention during the briefing anyway. There are Russians, he has a gun. He can't go wrong by shooting them.

"I feel like my testicles are literally shrinking back up into my body," he says, brushing snow off his suppressed Steyr AUG and camouflaged snow clothes. "Seriously, I bet if I took my gloves off my hands would be popsicles in thirty seconds."

He stops, looking around. Hopefully the swearing has attracted someone he can sucker into sharing the misery with.

ten_fwd_npcs

It is once again that time when the medical team under command of Dr. Crusher has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, and so that means it is Worf's duty to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. If the standing crew know what is good for them, they will ignore what happened last month. The indignity will not soon be forgotten by the Chief of Security.

The new arrivals have been given the basic tour of the Enterprise by Chief O'Brien, and so now gather together in Ten Forward, awaiting further instructions. As Worf has done this before, he 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, preparing to read off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them. Something makes him pause. "Ah," he says, straightening his shoulders, but his face is devoid of humor when he announces: "There is to be a wedding. The current occupants of room #0767 and #0769 will be getting married in a few weeks, and have submitted a formal request to change rooms."

It may look as if the Klingon is unhappy, but he isn't. This is just how he normally looks. "Their current roommates will be reassigned to the following quarters:

Deck 7, Section 4

Room # 0712 - Edward Tivrusky
Room # 0723 - Galen and Grainne O'Brian
Room # 0728 - Genesis Rhapsodos and Thor Odinson
Room # 0749 - Johanna Mason and Amadahy Lavellan
Room # 0767 - Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair
Room # 0769 - Raiden and Magneto

Deck 9

Room # 0912 - Elizabeth DeWitt and Booker DeWitt
Room # 0928 - Dimo and Charlemagne Bolivar
Room # 0934 - Luke Skywalker and Alex Rogan

"I will remain here to answer questions," Worf concludes. "And my team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be." Pause. "That is, I will answer questions about the rooms, not the wedding." Never a bridesmaid, never a bride.

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. ]

Current Location: Deck 10: Forward

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Current Location: Deck 12: Section 23 Baker

agathaheterodyne

Agatha hadn't had anyone come into her history of Sparks class yet, but she kept preparing in case someone showed up late. She spent most of her university late. It happened when you took apart your alarm clock because you had a sudden idea for an invention that needed a tight coil.... So she wasn't insulted that no one had signed up yet, and she wasn't discouraged.

But there was no reason to waste the time and lab space either. So she was working on some of the pieces she had brought as examples. She had two main goals, time and neuroscience. At the moment she was working on another medical clank to help her with her goal of experimenting on her own brain, since no one here seemed willing to help with the operation. She would have asked Tasha or Billy, but she couldn't find either of them.

She... still needed to apologize to Billy.

She was pretty sure that she just had to tighten this one....

BOOM

That's okay. She could fix that. She coughed as greasy black smoke poured out of the classroom into the hall. Unfazed, she got back to work. Now that the casing blew open, she had an idea for a whole new design! Warning - mad girl at work.

whistles_loudly

In a way, Pike was glad that Kirk was no longer on the Enterprise. He was sure, once he managed to get his holodeck project up and running, the only person that would be using it more than him would be Kirk. Sure, Picard's Enterprise was nice, but in Pike's opinion, it paled in comparison to his own ship.

When the Holodeck doors opened, Pike was greeted by the sights and sounds of the Enterprise he captained for much less time than he originally thought. It was almost perfect, aside from the smell, but how does one program a smell into a computer program?

If anyone wandered into the holodeck, they'd find one very nostalgic Pike looking out of the 'viewscreen' at his favorite part of the solar system, Saturn and it's rings.

pronounsarehard

Ezri sipped a mug of hot chocolate, spiced enough to satisfy Jadzia and Curzon without completely killing her own taste buds. Balance. She was working on it--and considering she had stopped counseling until she felt she was more in balance, that was probably a good thing. How could she help people when she couldn't help herself? She was more screwed up than most of them. Those weren't exactly wonderful qualifications in a counselor.

In order to figure out who she was, Ezri needed to re-evaulate her life, and make sure the choices she had made are still choices she would make now, as Ezri Dax. Easier said than done.

"What am I doing? Talking to myself obviously, great sign of sanity."

the_blood

She could only work with the non-poisons plants in the arboretum, so she spent much time in the botany labs as well, with her more essential herbs and flowers. She worked carefully with each, using her Craft to enhance them, regardless of if she was taking a cutting or not. There was one pot she kept empty, and someone might happen to come in while she was tending to a single simple ebony pot of empty soil while the other plants around her were in full bloom.

For those who know botany, they might recognize a rather poisons plant brushing her cheek as she bent over the pot, near to her mouth.

Theorn sat nearby, watching, and seeming unconcerned.

reincarnshaman

Trever has quite a few talents.

Currently one of them appears to be balancing kittens while painting miniatures. He's got a calico on his lap, a black one on his arm and a grey tabby on his shoulders. Veena is sleeping on the table but not deep enough that she can't swat him whenever he tries to clean his brush. The kittens weren't supposed to come with him, but Veena disagreed and brought them out of their room with that annoying teleporting ability she has. Giving up this argument - as he has been doing with these kittens - he brought them along.

Right now he's working on a dragon mini, but he's got a bunch of them in various stages of painting scattered on the table; be them elves, orcs, dwarves, wolves, griffons and more.

impossibilities

To whom it may concern: Archaeological Database Request

Grainne O'Brian
Room 757 Deck 7, U.S.S. Enterprise

To whom it may concern; I would like to request access to Archaeological databases as part of a series of personal studies. Technological and time advances in this universe have given me a unique opportunity to compare and contrast data from my own Earth and universe. I am requesting access to the following databases:

Daystrom Institute Archaeological Database
Federation Archaeology Council Database
University of Oxford Archaeology Database

My sincere thanks,
Grainne O'Brian

Holodeck (OTA)

She had sent the request a while ago, hoping the computer would know who to give it to, and headed to the holodeck hoping it would be empty. She sighed and started up her newest program, an exact replica of how Newgrange existed on Earth- in the twenty-fourth century.

When she had first started, that wouldn't do, of course, so she copied the file and started her own changes. It was easier, in some ways, than her work on Tara. Newgrange still had its root, it was only a matter to go from there and clear up the modern lay of the land to what she remembered. She was in the middle of removing changes and fixing the flow of the river when she had last saved.

For the moment, however, she just sat on a bench for a spell, taking in the scene and trying to think on what to change next. Remembering, really, how it used to be when it was called Bru na Boinne. It used to be as familiar as Tara, at one point in her life. There were a lot of now-bitter memories tied up in this place.

demontobeloved

This Synthehol stuff is pretty decent. Doesn't have the kick the real stuff has, of course, but he's not going to be waking up with a pounding headache in the morning...

...Although, Cole wonders if that's a good thing or not.

Being winked onto the Enterprise hasn't done wonders for the demon's emotions, after all, and, honestly, the glass of synthetic scotch obtained from the Replicator is more so he can stare into something and not seem like a total whackjob.

He'd take alcoholic over insane.

Either way, Cole is sat at the far end of the bar, staring into his glass, pondering over his situation... And the more he does, the more he doesn't like it, and the more he realises he can't do squat to change it.

unfallen

Islington is walking along the ship. It is a steady pace. But slow. If people didn't know better, It would like like It was floating or gliding. If you run, It will walk. If you stop, It will continue Its pace. Never changing, never pausing. As if by walking, it can change something about this place.

It's garments seem to be made of light itself. As It goes along, It is humming an ancient tune: The Lyke Wake Dirge (As sung by Benedict Cumberbatch)

And that's the interesting thing about this particular Angel: It seeks neither to offer help nor the counsel of others. It is simply walking. Perhaps It is measuring the ship, perhaps It is weighing the integrity of the people gathered. Whatever the reason, It continues on Its journey. Simply walking....

ten_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 — even the more unusual aliens.

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 and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! 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. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

impossibilities

The Holodeck

The program Grainne had been working on for months seemed like the perfect set up for what she had in mind.

Late at night, where it seemed like the ship itself was asleep, she sneaked into the holodeck and made a sub program of her Tara recreation, for the moment forgetting to lock the holodeck door. The gods were asleep, and the sidhe were long gone from Earth, but Grainne didn't want to let Samhain slip by without at least doing something for it.

The Hill of Tara appeared at her command, in the darkness, with bonfires lighting up the partly overcast night sky. The place was bright with movement and light, children's laughter, and people talking and laughing. It was all filler though, there were no substance to the people, just characters in a set. Music, poetry and song filled the air, things she had taught to the computer herself, others she had dragged out of the archaeological archives.

She arranged for a long series of tables, filled with food of the harvest. Apples, cider, freshly butchered steaks of beef and mutton, stews and breads and cheeses. Recipes which were modern, but close enough. Some things hadn't changed too much over the millennia. The center of the festivities, however, was a wicker cage shaped like a man, filled with foods people had given it in sacrifice for the gods and sidhe that were being honored tonight.

Small lamps flickered, lighting a path for spirits and those recently dead to find their way to the underworld.

When she was satisfied with the changes, she sat down on a small rock and watched. Not joining in, not laughing and talking with the people, just observing. She was technically a spirit, after all.

( Being Haunted )

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It is very probable as you went about your day on the Enterprise that you ran across a flier inviting you to a special event. It's not often Captain Picard indulges in such recreational activities, but a certain member of staff has been encouraging him to be less standoffish, and more welcoming to the displaced guests aboard his vessel. A Captain's duties are never complete.

Holodeck 2, located on Deck 11, opens up on a crisp fall evening in San Francisco, California, in the autumn of 1941...

You enter an office with Dixon Hill's name on the door. Inside, his lovely young secretary, Madeline, greets you with a smile and a smart city-girl accent.

"You must be one of Dix's new 'associates'," she singsongs. "Go on inside, Cutie. Dix is just playing with his cute young private dick."

She winks to bring the double entendre home, and gathers up her pocketbook. "Me? I've got a hot date with my fella, so you be sure Dix behaves himself. See you in the morning!"

As she scoots out, you head through the interior door with the frosted glass panel, straight into Dixon Hill's private office...

Current Location: Deck 11: Holodeck 2

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Kale

Kale is kicking a football down the corridors. - Not the American football, by the way. It's bouncing off his knees and before getting knocked down a little before he catches up with it and moves it down some more. Then he hears the fluttering of wings and the croaking of crows and ravens. He misses the football, spinning around as he could have sworn he saw the shadows of said birds.

He shook it off and caught up with his football... before he saw the flicker of branches and the creaking of something else...

This time the football gets kicked out hard and sent flying down the hallway before he jumped backward. He dropped into a nervous crouch, eyes wild.

Trever

Trever, meanwhile, is in Ten Forward, carrying lunch in one hand, reading off of a PADD and cat on his shoulder. Then he heard the creaking of branches and the husky whispering of "McCallum..." He dropped the PADD and lunch, yanking out a knife.

"McCallum..." the voice whispered again.

"Dara...?" he asked cautiously.

He could swear, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw trees reaching for him and something swinging in the branches.

The most upsetting thing is that this isn't the first time this happened to him. Unfortunately, he's not drunk this time.

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( Closed to Zoey Westen )

( Open to All - Around the Observation Deck )

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

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

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

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

"The computer will instruct you on where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only have to ask where the area you are trying to get to is located, and it will give you clear directions. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, transporter rooms, and all command centers are off-limits.

"With that in mind, there are a few rules you must obey before I give you your new assignments. One, do not discharge any weapon while on the Enterprise. Two, do not assault any other passenger aboard in any way; that includes injury, death, or violating their personal rights. Three, do not tamper with the operational procedures of the ship. Four, do not steal items or technology from the ship. Five, do not interrupt any official areas of the ship without proper authorization, and do not invade the privacy of other guest or crew quarters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ooc: Open log for building CR with new roommates and meeting neighbors, "party post" style! Rooms are aligned the way they would be in a typical hotel: odd numbers on the left, even numbers on the right (so 0711 and 0713 will be next door neighbors, while 0712 is directly across the hall). There is a post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and find more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there. If you need to ask security questions, or need them to swing by another thread, just put "Security officer, please!" in the subject line of your tag, and the mods will send someone to you ASAP. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]

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The holodeck party had been designed as a funeral-type gathering, originally for Fatima and Beverly to let go of some of the trauma they had incurred at the hands of COMPASS. It had evolved since then, turning into a larger party without losing its original purpose. Spread mostly by word of mouth, the party ended up being larger than Beverly had expected, but likely just what Fatima had wanted. All were welcome, as long as they didn't cause trouble.

The setting was the streets of New Orleans in the 1920's. In the middle of one large street was where the party would be held. There were tables with all manner of replicated food. Annie had offered to find out what would be good to set up and they had used her information to find something that nearly everyone would like. Drinks were the same. Plenty of Earth varieties and plenty of others. Surely everyone could find something to enjoy.

There were plenty of holographic people around as well, dressed to the '20's fashions, or as close as this far in the future could get. Some of them introduced the music and the dance floor. It was more of a dance street than anything, but it counted. Everyone was welcome to join them and the party turned into a bit of celebration amidst everything else. The music itself kept changing, rotating through what the Enterprise systems had on file. One minute it might be classical. The next it was something entirely different. Everything imaginable would probably have played by the night's end.

Or whenever the party actually ended.

A little bit away from the main drag, the holodeck had been programmed to create an alley between two brick-walled buildings. Unrealistically, the alley was clean and dry. Illuminating it were three trash cans along one of the walls, filled with kindling and crackling with golden flames. Holographic flames, of course, as much as Fatima had wanted to use the real thing. By the cans was a small table, with slips of stiff parchment and pens in every possible color there was.

It had taken some doing, but Fatima had programmed the holodeck to include a chalk drawing on the wall over the cans. It was a swirling pink and purple and blue rendering of the Milky Way galaxy. In yellow stars, a simple message was written out:

Write the names of those you left behind…
Cast them into the fire to say goodbye…

The party had been originally been conceived as a funeral, after all. A way to let go of the past and face the future, no matter how uncertain. There wouldn’t be any bodies, but there was still a place to say goodbye.

Ten Forward Social Lounge

backdated to Sunday

[Sickbay]: Round 21 Scans and Vaccines

A change in routine (Power swap Open)

[School]: The continuing classes...

[open] Brigged. Yeah, he deserved it.

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #18

[Sickbay]: Round Twenty Scans and Vaccines

Valentine's Day Blind Dates Party Post + Galentine's Day Dance!

In Ten Forward | Boredom leads to questionable hobbies... | OTA

Pacifica! OTA

The Witch Goes Exploring! (OTA for all options)

hello from the other side ( open )

Holodeck | OTA

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #17

[Sickbay]: Round Nineteen Scans and Vaccines

Because something hasn't gone boom in far too long - OTA

On the Holodeck [Open]

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OTA - Botony labs

In which Trever continues to prove he's a hopeless geek

(no subject)

A demon who loves - [Ten Forward - OTA]

Where Angels Dare to Trod

[Sickbay]: Round Seventeen Scans and Vaccines

Samhain and memories - OTA

[Halloween Event:] Dixon Hill's Murder Mystery Party!

Two Haunts for One

During the Halloween Event: Part Open, Part Closed

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #14

we're gonna party like it's 1920 in New Orleans ( OPEN )

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