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As if the indignity he'd already suffered during Q's round of supposedly amusing wardrobe changes weren't enough, Lt. Worf had found himself transplanted from his proper place in the timeline last month. He is, however, now returned to his rightful position, and once again, he is the one in charge of making sure their new guests are settled in an orderly manner.

Now that a number of new passengers have been cleared by Dr. Crusher's medical team for ship-wide access, it falls upon 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 shepherded together, and are awaiting their instructions.

He has gathered everyone in Ten Forward to instruct them on how to proceed. As he has done this before, he has a speech prepared, one which is by now familiar to him:

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

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

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

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

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0729 - Theiorn and Aiylisha
Room # 0766 - Katniss Everdeen and Prim Everdeen
Room # 0767 - Finnick Odair and Haymitch Abernathy
Room # 0768 - Peeta Mellark and Annie Cresta
Room # 0769 - Magneto and Winnowill
Room # 0771 - Emma Swan and Merlin
Room # 0772 - Kimberly Hart and Inari Raith
Room # 0773 - Firion and Weyoun
Room # 0774 - Tasha Yar and Agatha Heterodyne
Room # 0776 - Samus Aran and Alec Lightwood
Room # 0777 - Alex Rogan and Sean Slater
Room # 0778 - Harry Dresden

"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. ]

bakesafe

There are dreams and then there are flashes of memory, and these days Peeta can't tell what's real or fake, what's a true memory and what's been hijacked: a memory manipulated, infused with terror (and tracker jacker venom), saved, and sent back into his mind so he remembers an event a whole lot differently than the world does.

A lot of things don't make sense. A lot of what he feels is confusing. Mostly what he feels is scared all the time, but on the edge of that is anger - dark, boiling, red-hot anger; and then, beneath all that is a desperate need to do something about it, scratch it off as if he could shed the feelings like a second skin. He wants to save his brothers, save his District, save someone or something but most of all, he wants to save himself. Because if he doesn't, he feels useless, feels like the poor beaten down boy under his mother's fist with bruises across his face and across his back because he'd tried to turn away - fast but not fast enough.

He's standing in the centre of a room, surrounded by people in different costume, some sparing him curious glances, others not bothering to acknowledge him at all. He's dressed in a very simple shirt and trousers, both the same tan colour like a set of scrubs only without the profession to go along with it. He doesn't recognize any of these people, that much he can tell, and he wonders if this is real, or if this is one of his dreams, or one of his tampered memories.

His first instinct is to find something to defend himself with, something to keep his fist clenched around so he can stop drifting in and out of the confusion in his head, a lot of the time skewing his sense of place and time. But he doesn't move. He stays rooted where he is, dark circles under his eyes looking like deep blue bruises on his pale skin, his lips cracked dry, mouth pressed into a tight, tense line.

To someone in the modern contemporary Earth, he looks as though he could have escaped from a mental facility. To others, maybe he just looks like a stressed out teenage boy who could use a good (thousand) night's sleep.

He swallows once, exhales - but then just as suddenly, he jumps and a silent scream tears through his senses and makes him flinch when someone mistakenly bumps into him from behind, mutters an apology, and keeps going. The action does get him to move though, and move he does. Aimless, a little dazed at first, but with one hand clenched into a fist so tight his knuckles are white, he schools his expression into one of neutral, focused interest.

Dream. Memory. Reality.

He's not sure what this is, but he's alone and he has to save himself.

[ ooc: oh yeah, forgot to mention that this is backdated to before the sickbay shenanigans to come. ]

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. 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.]

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

nowinners

The day is hot, stifling really even in the simple clothes he's in. It won't be too much longer though that they'll be forced to be out in it. Just as soon as Effie manages to capture that slip of paper with Katniss' name upon it, then she'll move to the next bowl and then the male tribute will be decided and the ball will begin rolling. He has to wonder which plans will be put into motion depending upon which one of the two names in that second bowl is called. If it's his, there will be no doubt that Peeta will volunteer in his place, leaving him to work those plans outside the arena. If Peeta's name is called, well, he'll volunteer in Peeta's place and certain other plans will need to be taken into action and Peeta will need to be drawn into the fold of a certain plot to take place while he's in the arena with the other tributes.

Needless to say he's startled out of mulling those thoughts over as he observes things when the flash briefly blinds him for a second and when he can see again, it's immediately obvious that he's no longer in District 12. Nearly as immediate, his thoughts go to wondering if somehow, the conspiracy has been uncovered and thus he's been snatched someway, somehow away from 12 to possibly a hovercraft of some type they've never seen before. Well, they won't take him anywhere to be interrogated without a fight, not if they already know about his part in the growing rebellion.

He's observing the room as one hand is slipping under his coat with full intent on getting a hold of the knife hidden within a waistband sheath at the small of his back. It's not all that big of a knife, but the edge is sharp enough to do a decent amount of damage in the hands of someone knowledgeable enough to make it count and he is quite knowledgeable when it comes to using knives. If he's lucky he'll take one of them out and force them to take him out and rob them of the chance to torture information from him, or worse turn him into a weapon against the rebellion.

It's as his eyes fall on the windows that he's briefly confused by the sight beyond them. It can be possibly be explained away via being a trick of display screens, but why would they bother? He gives the sight an annoyed look for the anomaly of it's presence and then resumes scan of the room. The people responsible certainly should be making their presence known soon, or perhaps they're waiting for him to do something actually incriminating. He can explain the action of going for his knife, thanks to the suddenness of his being pulled to this place without the least amount of warning. Any further action however, he should no doubt be careful of if they're trying to confirm whatever information they might have on him. Any actions he does take might end up causing harm not only to him but to others, so caution is definitely something to be advised in this situation.

He has to wonder about the people in the room, are they here to try provoking some sort of action from him or to keep him from acting when his host's arrive? He draws his hand away from the knife after these thoughts, allowing the coat to fall back down to his side naturally. Having spotted what seems to be a bar counter, he makes his way to sit at it as he's no doubt expected to. Not that he actually plans on drinking anything served. There's no telling what sort of drugs might be in any drinks he might be given.

[Closed to dreams_dont_die , ltcolonel , unkindness , asklepian , blindadoration , empathic_pathfinder ]

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