Happy Birthday to me!
2015-Apr-21, Tuesday 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldencobraIt's Henry's twelfth birthday today which makes him exceptionally happy. Over the past few days he's been handing out invitations to his party on the holodeck and he's currently sitting in the program hoping people actually turn up!
It's Granny's diner in Storybrooke but he's used to technology to make it larger. There's a bit of a dance floor in the middle, more tables and a lot of food. So far, the only person he knows is coming is his father. And if no one else comes, then Henry will content himself with the knowledge that a few months ago, he didn't even have that.
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(OOC: No presents necessary, Henry's just happy to have people. I will be tagging around but you guys can to. It's a party! P.S. There are hats by the door.)
It's Granny's diner in Storybrooke but he's used to technology to make it larger. There's a bit of a dance floor in the middle, more tables and a lot of food. So far, the only person he knows is coming is his father. And if no one else comes, then Henry will content himself with the knowledge that a few months ago, he didn't even have that.
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(OOC: No presents necessary, Henry's just happy to have people. I will be tagging around but you guys can to. It's a party! P.S. There are hats by the door.)
Mirror Mirror
2015-Apr-01, Wednesday 09:43 pmgoldencobraAs per usual, Henry Gold can be found in the Ten Forward Lounge, sitting by the window and looking out at the stars. But something is slightly different. He doesn't look as happy...or as old...as he has been for the past few weeks. He also isn't surrounded by his books, which is a rare occasion for the boy.
The one thing that does seem to remain the same, is his order. On the table nearest him is a cup of hot chocolate, almost empty now but had previous had whipped cream and cinnamon on top.
While Henry does seem content looking at the stars, he's certainly approachable or he may accidentally run into you on his way to the replicator or bar for another drink.
The one thing that does seem to remain the same, is his order. On the table nearest him is a cup of hot chocolate, almost empty now but had previous had whipped cream and cinnamon on top.
While Henry does seem content looking at the stars, he's certainly approachable or he may accidentally run into you on his way to the replicator or bar for another drink.
Arrival; Enterprise Concourse (spoilers for 4a finale)
2015-Mar-18, Wednesday 09:52 pmseekingcrocodile[Thump thump. Thump thump. With all the adrenaline still coursing through his body after nearly dying, he can clearly hear (and feel) his heart beating in his chest, back where it belongs. It's the closest he's ever come to dying, and an experience he hopes never to repeat.
He needs to clear his head, so of course his thought is to go to the harbor. The salty air of the sea has long been his refuge, and that's not going to change now. Emma had said something about going to find Regina -- who had, after all, just had to say goodbye to the man she loved. He would meet back up with Emma later.
Only instead of going to the harbor, he blinks and he's in some strange place. Certainly not Storybrooke, or the Enchanted Forest, or (thankfully) Neverland. Or any of the other multitude of realms he's seen over the years.
It's crowded, bustling, alien.
He has a feeling he's very far from home.]
Really? They could have picked a better time for it. Or never. Never would have been better.
Does someone want to tell me where I am and how I got here?
He needs to clear his head, so of course his thought is to go to the harbor. The salty air of the sea has long been his refuge, and that's not going to change now. Emma had said something about going to find Regina -- who had, after all, just had to say goodbye to the man she loved. He would meet back up with Emma later.
Only instead of going to the harbor, he blinks and he's in some strange place. Certainly not Storybrooke, or the Enchanted Forest, or (thankfully) Neverland. Or any of the other multitude of realms he's seen over the years.
It's crowded, bustling, alien.
He has a feeling he's very far from home.]
Really? They could have picked a better time for it. Or never. Never would have been better.
Does someone want to tell me where I am and how I got here?
Out and About
2015-Mar-14, Saturday 12:54 amgoldencobraSince Henry's actual father appeared on the ship, there's been a different mood improvement from the boy. More smiling, more sociable and an evident spring in his step for the first few days afterwards. He's still not ready to face the holodeck again alone but he's getting there.
[ Ten Forward ]
Today, Henry is still by the window with his book and notes. He's rewriting everything he has into certain notebooks so he can hand them out to certain people. There's information he wants to keep secret so he's having to make sure it stays that way. And while he does think PADDs are a good idea in the future, he much prefers the feel of paper and pen. It's soothing.
Feel free to interrupt him. He's in a happy mood otherwise.
[ Room 0913 ]
Henry wasn't sure about his new room. While it seemed the same layout, it just didn't feel the same as his previous quarters. And he wasn't so sure about learning to deal with a new roommate. He'd much rather live with his father. But he was a big boy now and settled as best he could. Hopefully whoever he lived with now was as easy as Irian had been.
[ Room 0744 ]
Once Henry had figured out he no longer lived in this room, he forced himself to go there and knock. He wanted to see Irian again and try and keep their friendship going. Or whatever their relationship had been. He liked her. She had been civil and friendly and even concerned for him. It had been a pleasant arrangement and he hoped it could stay that way.
[Ten Forward is open but rooms are locked to those who could conceivably be there. Ask if unsure. Sorry this took so long to everyone who's been waiting.]
[ Ten Forward ]
Today, Henry is still by the window with his book and notes. He's rewriting everything he has into certain notebooks so he can hand them out to certain people. There's information he wants to keep secret so he's having to make sure it stays that way. And while he does think PADDs are a good idea in the future, he much prefers the feel of paper and pen. It's soothing.
Feel free to interrupt him. He's in a happy mood otherwise.
[ Room 0913 ]
Henry wasn't sure about his new room. While it seemed the same layout, it just didn't feel the same as his previous quarters. And he wasn't so sure about learning to deal with a new roommate. He'd much rather live with his father. But he was a big boy now and settled as best he could. Hopefully whoever he lived with now was as easy as Irian had been.
[ Room 0744 ]
Once Henry had figured out he no longer lived in this room, he forced himself to go there and knock. He wanted to see Irian again and try and keep their friendship going. Or whatever their relationship had been. He liked her. She had been civil and friendly and even concerned for him. It had been a pleasant arrangement and he hoped it could stay that way.
[Ten Forward is open but rooms are locked to those who could conceivably be there. Ask if unsure. Sorry this took so long to everyone who's been waiting.]
1st Contract; Arrival [Ten Forward; Personal Quarters]
2015-Mar-05, Thursday 01:17 ammagicsprice[Lounge; Ten Forward]
After having made a mental note about where his room was, Gold headed back toward the room he'd originally arrived in for another look around it now that most of his pressing questions had been answered by his son. He's still dressed in his wedding clothes because he's not really given much thought yet into changing out of them. Likely once he goes to visit his room and investigate it, he'll look into seeing if it has clothes he can change into or if he needs to conjure himself a fresh change of clothes.
For now he's mostly wandering the room, checking the place out and hoping perhaps he might see another familiar face.
[Room #0732; Personal quarters]
Some time after his visit to the lounge he's finally made it back to the personal guest quarters he was made aware of thanks to Henry and he's interested to note some of the items to be found within it. Namely the compact spinning wheel, the leathers, the replica of Pandora's Box, a particular straw doll and an excessive amount of golden thread. They just went to prove what his son had told him about that 'other' Gold, though the Box had worried him for a moment until he'd made certain it was simply a replica and not the real thing. The amount of thread also supported the length of time the man was supposed to have been here. Though given how much of it there was, there must have been a considerable amount on the man's mind that he felt the need to do that much spinning.
Well, at least there was changes of clothes to be had beyond those leathers, so his first order of business in his room now that he had explored its contents was to get out of the wedding clothes he's worn all day and into a different more casual suit.
{ooc: Ten Forward is open to anyone! Personal Quarters is locked to those who would have a reason to be visiting that room, namely Jonas, Henry, or Sinthia.}
After having made a mental note about where his room was, Gold headed back toward the room he'd originally arrived in for another look around it now that most of his pressing questions had been answered by his son. He's still dressed in his wedding clothes because he's not really given much thought yet into changing out of them. Likely once he goes to visit his room and investigate it, he'll look into seeing if it has clothes he can change into or if he needs to conjure himself a fresh change of clothes.
For now he's mostly wandering the room, checking the place out and hoping perhaps he might see another familiar face.
[Room #0732; Personal quarters]
Some time after his visit to the lounge he's finally made it back to the personal guest quarters he was made aware of thanks to Henry and he's interested to note some of the items to be found within it. Namely the compact spinning wheel, the leathers, the replica of Pandora's Box, a particular straw doll and an excessive amount of golden thread. They just went to prove what his son had told him about that 'other' Gold, though the Box had worried him for a moment until he'd made certain it was simply a replica and not the real thing. The amount of thread also supported the length of time the man was supposed to have been here. Though given how much of it there was, there must have been a considerable amount on the man's mind that he felt the need to do that much spinning.
Well, at least there was changes of clothes to be had beyond those leathers, so his first order of business in his room now that he had explored its contents was to get out of the wedding clothes he's worn all day and into a different more casual suit.
{ooc: Ten Forward is open to anyone! Personal Quarters is locked to those who would have a reason to be visiting that room, namely Jonas, Henry, or Sinthia.}
Gold-Schmidt Matchmaking Services | Closed
2015-Feb-15, Sunday 01:23 amgoldencobraEarly on the morning of the 14th, Henry and Sinthia were sneaking around. Rooms 0732 and 0771 both received a knock on the door and when opened, there was a note written on pink card and addressed to Mr Gold and Emma Swan respectively.
The note read as follows: Happy Valentine's Day from your Secret Admirer. To meet me, come to the holodeck at 22:00 hours tonight.
Afterwards, Henry moved to reserve the holodeck and set up a romantic setting for the two of them. He'd already remade his Storybrooke program so that he could use Granny's as the place to eat. Fingers crossed, these two could fall in love in more than one universe.
(OOC: Henry's trying to set Gold and Emma up on a date as they were dating back home. So this post is closed to the four of us. Thanks.)
The note read as follows: Happy Valentine's Day from your Secret Admirer. To meet me, come to the holodeck at 22:00 hours tonight.
Afterwards, Henry moved to reserve the holodeck and set up a romantic setting for the two of them. He'd already remade his Storybrooke program so that he could use Granny's as the place to eat. Fingers crossed, these two could fall in love in more than one universe.
(OOC: Henry's trying to set Gold and Emma up on a date as they were dating back home. So this post is closed to the four of us. Thanks.)
New York, New York
2015-Jan-26, Monday 01:30 pmkepthimhumanHe's been here long enough now that he's found a few ways to fill his time. Lately he's been coming down to the holodeck, where he explored, well, the program his father had set up, wanting to see more of this Storybrooke. The last few times though, he's betting setting up his own holodeck program. This time for his neighborhood in Manhattan, and the places he used to frequent.
The strange thing is it's not populated by any people. There weren't many in New York who he knew well enough to put in a program like this. Except one.
So of course she's in the program. In a little cafe a few blocks from his apartment. He's in here with the intention of examining everything he remembers about her to see if there are any clues as whether what his father told him when he first arrived could actually be true.
He won't hear the door if it opens.
The strange thing is it's not populated by any people. There weren't many in New York who he knew well enough to put in a program like this. Except one.
So of course she's in the program. In a little cafe a few blocks from his apartment. He's in here with the intention of examining everything he remembers about her to see if there are any clues as whether what his father told him when he first arrived could actually be true.
He won't hear the door if it opens.
[1st Transmission]- Emma Swan- Ten Forward|OTA
2015-Jan-20, Tuesday 07:16 pmsavedbyloveEmma looked around, nerves suddenly on edge. She had been about to walk into a study with Henry and Regina, and suddenly she finds herself someplace strange and new, and unlike anything she had ever seen.
And that is saying something, considering who she is, and where she comes from.
"Seriously?" She said, out loud to no one in particular.
She walked down the winding hallway, and when she paused,a door opened with a swish, and revealed a bar. It was a type of bar that Emma had never seen before.
"Where am I now?"
And that is saying something, considering who she is, and where she comes from.
"Seriously?" She said, out loud to no one in particular.
She walked down the winding hallway, and when she paused,a door opened with a swish, and revealed a bar. It was a type of bar that Emma had never seen before.
"Where am I now?"
Battling starvation
2015-Jan-12, Monday 08:35 pmtheycallmetoddThe old Wraith hadn't thought he'd last this long. That he was still functioning at this point was a show of sheer power of will and stubbornness.
The one who had brought him onto this ship - Q, was it? - really must have a cruel sense of humor, to put him there in a situation that would make him starve. There was food around, sure, with all the humans populating this ship, and he was sure that many of the other species on board would do just as nicely. But, it just wasn't accessible. If he started feeding on people, he'd soon be found out. Especially with Sheppard on board. The colonel was sure to recognize the signs. The Wraith would be found out and locked away to continue to starve. Or they would simply execute him. At this point, the possibility of that was almost appealing.
But there was hope, and so he'd struggled on, working in the labs to find the solution to his problem, hardly ever leaving them. And he was close, he was sure of it. Very close. Only that it was getting hard to think. A functioning brain was really a prerequisite thing when one was trying to alter ones DNA.
And, perhaps this wasn't the best place to try to work, sitting in Ten Forward. All he would have to do to pull himself away from starvation was to lean over and grab someone from the table next to his, or someone passing by. But, again. That would lead to an execution as a best case scenario. Though it was tempting.
He'd had to get out from the labs, though. His thoughts had been running in circles, getting him nowhere, and he'd needed a change in scenery to break that loop.
Now, if he could only push away the temptation and distraction that the people around him provided, and if he could will his fingers from shaking as he ran them over the screen of the PADD...
The one who had brought him onto this ship - Q, was it? - really must have a cruel sense of humor, to put him there in a situation that would make him starve. There was food around, sure, with all the humans populating this ship, and he was sure that many of the other species on board would do just as nicely. But, it just wasn't accessible. If he started feeding on people, he'd soon be found out. Especially with Sheppard on board. The colonel was sure to recognize the signs. The Wraith would be found out and locked away to continue to starve. Or they would simply execute him. At this point, the possibility of that was almost appealing.
But there was hope, and so he'd struggled on, working in the labs to find the solution to his problem, hardly ever leaving them. And he was close, he was sure of it. Very close. Only that it was getting hard to think. A functioning brain was really a prerequisite thing when one was trying to alter ones DNA.
And, perhaps this wasn't the best place to try to work, sitting in Ten Forward. All he would have to do to pull himself away from starvation was to lean over and grab someone from the table next to his, or someone passing by. But, again. That would lead to an execution as a best case scenario. Though it was tempting.
He'd had to get out from the labs, though. His thoughts had been running in circles, getting him nowhere, and he'd needed a change in scenery to break that loop.
Now, if he could only push away the temptation and distraction that the people around him provided, and if he could will his fingers from shaking as he ran them over the screen of the PADD...
Broken Dreams
2014-Dec-31, Wednesday 09:11 pmnot_gaheris Telemachus was actually beginning to miss Seefra. And that was saying something. But at least that shithole of a planet, replicated 8 times, had real booze. Not this fake synthehol crap that wouldn't get anyone drunk, much less a Nietzschean. On the other hand, the Enterprise had water. And showers. Was water and showers a good enough trade off for crappy booze. Or alcohol-less booze? But then again, at least everyone on the Enterprise was more educated than the common stranded thug on any of the Seefra system worlds. If Seefra really was Tarn Vedra way back when, well, it was nothing like what it used to be. As if it's greatness moved on, and all the planet was left with was crap.
Rhade took a sip, managing to convince whoever was tending bar to give him the good stuff. Looking out the window of Ten Forward, he could almost pretend to be on the Andromeda. Of course, if he was on Andromeda, he wouldn't need to be drinking. Bit of a catch 22 there. Maybe he should go down to Risa again. Introduce himself to the ladies. Risa was many things, and she had both good booze and good women.
Could he sink any lower? Telemachus asked himself.
"Here's to what I hate the most. Here's to me." He toasts himself and drinks, motioning to the bartender to refill.
Rhade took a sip, managing to convince whoever was tending bar to give him the good stuff. Looking out the window of Ten Forward, he could almost pretend to be on the Andromeda. Of course, if he was on Andromeda, he wouldn't need to be drinking. Bit of a catch 22 there. Maybe he should go down to Risa again. Introduce himself to the ladies. Risa was many things, and she had both good booze and good women.
Could he sink any lower? Telemachus asked himself.
"Here's to what I hate the most. Here's to me." He toasts himself and drinks, motioning to the bartender to refill.
The Return...
2014-Dec-29, Monday 04:32 amgoldencobraHenry had been lying on his bed in his bedroom at home when the scenery changed. Looking around, he didn't immediately recognise his surroundings but as the memories of his time on the Enterprise came flooding back, he realised where he was and what must have happened. Q had granted his wish of returning home only to bring him back here after some time had passed. And not that much time either. He'd only been home about six months. But what a set of months it had been.
The lounge was as busy as ever, the snow intriguing him but not as much as usual. His brain was preoccupied with other things and as Henry looked around it, he tried to find someone he knew. Anyone from the alternate Storybrooke. Gold would be preferable but Henry wouldn't say no to Neal now. He had lived through the truth and although he wasn't going to apologise, maybe he'd not ignore or avoid the man the way he used to. It would be a fitting distraction from what had been happening back in his own version of home.
((And Henry is back. The new canon point is canonically 2x16 but the events leading up to have been drastically altered. For anyone interested in the new events, please direct your attention to this post here as it as the basics of what has transpired sorted by episode. Any questions on the canon move can be asked on plurk or via AIM.))
The lounge was as busy as ever, the snow intriguing him but not as much as usual. His brain was preoccupied with other things and as Henry looked around it, he tried to find someone he knew. Anyone from the alternate Storybrooke. Gold would be preferable but Henry wouldn't say no to Neal now. He had lived through the truth and although he wasn't going to apologise, maybe he'd not ignore or avoid the man the way he used to. It would be a fitting distraction from what had been happening back in his own version of home.
((And Henry is back. The new canon point is canonically 2x16 but the events leading up to have been drastically altered. For anyone interested in the new events, please direct your attention to this post here as it as the basics of what has transpired sorted by episode. Any questions on the canon move can be asked on plurk or via AIM.))
trial_never_endsIs that Q in the corner?
Is that Q in the spotlight?
How long has he been in Ten Forward? Perhaps an hour. Perhaps days. Perhaps he has always been there, and your mortal eyes are just too feeble to take in all of his glory. It could be anything really, because he doesn't play victim to time the same way the rest of you do.
He looks fairly innocuous in his Starfleet Captain's uniform, but he doesn't look particularly pleased tonight. No. Saturnalia is over tomorrow, and then it is Christmas, and he did make a deal with Picard that there would be no Christmas mischief afoot. So all of this glorious, wondrous planning and preparation to make the ship festive will be over after tonight. And not one of you miserable people have sacrificed a single pig. Imagine! Yes, there have been clumsy attempts at hunting, and the odd meal or two, but when someone gives you sacrificial pigs the least you could do is build an altar. Heathens.
It is most disappointing.
At least the place is lively for once, and he won fifty credits at one of the blackjack tables. Not that he has much use for it, aside from depriving its original owner of the pocket lining, but it's the principle of the thing. He has no use for food or drink, neither does he need to sleep, so gambling and repining seem like a good use of his time. Perhaps one of you will get the idea if he makes his pouting obvious.
(OOC: Well hello there. For a limited time only, Q is in Ten Forward for all your complaining, canon updating, and CR building needs. This post is particularly meant for people who want IC motivation for their pups to go home, as Q will be your very own Bob Barker ready to Make A Deal, but I'm leaving it OTA as long as the number of tags remains manageable. If I do end up needing to plot-lock it, Q will be back soon to catch those he misses this time around, and you can contact me over this a-way!
eta: so sorry for the disappearance! the end of december is an unforgiving master.)
How long has he been in Ten Forward? Perhaps an hour. Perhaps days. Perhaps he has always been there, and your mortal eyes are just too feeble to take in all of his glory. It could be anything really, because he doesn't play victim to time the same way the rest of you do.
He looks fairly innocuous in his Starfleet Captain's uniform, but he doesn't look particularly pleased tonight. No. Saturnalia is over tomorrow, and then it is Christmas, and he did make a deal with Picard that there would be no Christmas mischief afoot. So all of this glorious, wondrous planning and preparation to make the ship festive will be over after tonight. And not one of you miserable people have sacrificed a single pig. Imagine! Yes, there have been clumsy attempts at hunting, and the odd meal or two, but when someone gives you sacrificial pigs the least you could do is build an altar. Heathens.
It is most disappointing.
At least the place is lively for once, and he won fifty credits at one of the blackjack tables. Not that he has much use for it, aside from depriving its original owner of the pocket lining, but it's the principle of the thing. He has no use for food or drink, neither does he need to sleep, so gambling and repining seem like a good use of his time. Perhaps one of you will get the idea if he makes his pouting obvious.
(OOC: Well hello there. For a limited time only, Q is in Ten Forward for all your complaining, canon updating, and CR building needs. This post is particularly meant for people who want IC motivation for their pups to go home, as Q will be your very own Bob Barker ready to Make A Deal, but I'm leaving it OTA as long as the number of tags remains manageable. If I do end up needing to plot-lock it, Q will be back soon to catch those he misses this time around, and you can contact me over this a-way!
eta: so sorry for the disappearance! the end of december is an unforgiving master.)
Family Business. [Action]
2014-Dec-18, Thursday 08:07 amchippedvaliance( Closed )
Open:
Once she acclimated a little to the ship she found her way to the lounge and immediately takes a seat at the bar. Maybe she is channeling the cursed version of herself but she thinks she could use a drink. It's just too bad that Belle doesn't have a taste for alcohol at all. In fact, she hates most hard liquor but enjoys most wine. "Do you have anything red?" She inquires, trying her best to wear a polite smile that only wavers once the bartender is gone.
Maybe the lounge isn't that crowded but it's a sea of faces she doesn't recognize at all. Some of them are even different species but she doesn't want to ask about that. Such questions seem. . .rude.
But at least she can ask one to a friendly neighbor at the bar: "Can you tell me about where I am? Someone said this was called the Enterprise. What exactly does that mean?"
Open:
Once she acclimated a little to the ship she found her way to the lounge and immediately takes a seat at the bar. Maybe she is channeling the cursed version of herself but she thinks she could use a drink. It's just too bad that Belle doesn't have a taste for alcohol at all. In fact, she hates most hard liquor but enjoys most wine. "Do you have anything red?" She inquires, trying her best to wear a polite smile that only wavers once the bartender is gone.
Maybe the lounge isn't that crowded but it's a sea of faces she doesn't recognize at all. Some of them are even different species but she doesn't want to ask about that. Such questions seem. . .rude.
But at least she can ask one to a friendly neighbor at the bar: "Can you tell me about where I am? Someone said this was called the Enterprise. What exactly does that mean?"
Another Ten Forward Story
2014-Nov-23, Sunday 07:05 amgoldencobra[Since Halloween, Henry had been more out and about. He and Gold had come to an understanding and he was less scared of the man due to his actions at that time. So today, the boy felt happy enough to sit in the lounge of Ten Forward with his bag of books and a hot cocoa, watching everyone and generally feeling better about not being alone. Hiding in his room for weeks on end was boring and hard work so being around people felt nice.
And who knows, maybe he could make some new friends or meet some old ones. And hopefully dodge the one person aboard the ship he still didn't want to talk to.]
And who knows, maybe he could make some new friends or meet some old ones. And hopefully dodge the one person aboard the ship he still didn't want to talk to.]
001--The Admiral Arrives
2014-Nov-18, Tuesday 12:22 amwhistles_loudlyIt had been a day for Admiral Pike. He'd just gotten done with dismissing a Vulcan full of attitude and reprimanding Jim Kirk for lying on an official report. 10:30 in the morning. He hadn't had enough coffee to even make it through his morning Strategic Operations briefing and he had to deal with that.
When Kirk left he turned back to his desk and felt the headache that usually accompanied these types of meetings start to form, and found himself face to face with.....a bar. Well, that was fortuitous. Though strange, since he didn't remember going to a bar. Besides, the last time he was in a bar it didn't look like this. Another quick look around, and he noticed that it was a bar in space. A bar in space with Federation Symbols on the doors, and full of men and women in uniforms unlike any he'd ever seen before.
He made a quick adjustment of his own uniform, the white and gray planet side uniform of a three star admiral, and headed to the bar. Pike easily found a stool, and leaned his cane against the underside of the bar. A martini seemed like the best course of action at the moment. Then he'd figure out what the hell was going on.
When Kirk left he turned back to his desk and felt the headache that usually accompanied these types of meetings start to form, and found himself face to face with.....a bar. Well, that was fortuitous. Though strange, since he didn't remember going to a bar. Besides, the last time he was in a bar it didn't look like this. Another quick look around, and he noticed that it was a bar in space. A bar in space with Federation Symbols on the doors, and full of men and women in uniforms unlike any he'd ever seen before.
He made a quick adjustment of his own uniform, the white and gray planet side uniform of a three star admiral, and headed to the bar. Pike easily found a stool, and leaned his cane against the underside of the bar. A martini seemed like the best course of action at the moment. Then he'd figure out what the hell was going on.
001 ☪ All Aflutter
2014-Nov-13, Thursday 08:39 pmmemoryguardianThe people of the good ship Enterprise might notice a colorful new addition ( or two, or three, with her mini-fairies fluttering about ) walking around. Her iridescent wings fan out anxiously but she remains grounded for now. She'd rather not risk her razor blades for wings damaging anyting. This space was so... confined. At least in Adsringendum she had room to breathe.
Or she may go entirely unnoticed. It depends entirely on the person and whether or not they believe. Yet even someone isn't a believer, they might take notice of the pythmint floating through the air. He does actually appear to be coiled around something but what is a mystery if one can't see Toothiana. There's also a cat trotting through the hallways who lets out the occasional meow at seemingly nothing in particular.
Bird lady or not, it's a rather strange scene.
Or she may go entirely unnoticed. It depends entirely on the person and whether or not they believe. Yet even someone isn't a believer, they might take notice of the pythmint floating through the air. He does actually appear to be coiled around something but what is a mystery if one can't see Toothiana. There's also a cat trotting through the hallways who lets out the occasional meow at seemingly nothing in particular.
Bird lady or not, it's a rather strange scene.
Seeking Henry
2014-Oct-22, Wednesday 08:33 pmjust_be_quietAndrew had wondered what was up with his slightly older friend. He knew that life on board the Enterprise wasn't always nice for a kid. Too many grownups and not enough children his and Henry's ages in Andrew's opinion.
Obviously something is wrong if Henry isn't out and about. Andrew does't want to leave anyone feeling as if they are alone.
"Come on Bernie. Let's go get Henry."
So Andrew goes in search of his friend. It takes Andrew a while to figure out just where Henry's room is but he stops right outside of the door.
"Henry?" He presses on what he thinks is something like a door bell. "It's me and Bernie. I came to check on you."
((ooc: Locked togoldencobra. ))
Obviously something is wrong if Henry isn't out and about. Andrew does't want to leave anyone feeling as if they are alone.
"Come on Bernie. Let's go get Henry."
So Andrew goes in search of his friend. It takes Andrew a while to figure out just where Henry's room is but he stops right outside of the door.
"Henry?" He presses on what he thinks is something like a door bell. "It's me and Bernie. I came to check on you."
((ooc: Locked to
goldencobra. ))Home Sweet Home
2014-Oct-15, Wednesday 10:41 pmgoldencobraAfter three weeks of hiding in his room, and then bumping into a few interesting people in Ten Forward, Henry had decided to finally get started on his own program of Storybrooke in the holodeck. To save time, he used an already created program of the town and tailored it to suit what he remembered of the place.
Spending most of his time in the pink mansion he grew up in, he wanted to make it perfect, especially after seeing the wrong version only a few days previously. Adding his room the way he'd lived in it and the pictures on the walls to show he'd lived there. Those were very important to him. They showed how happy he'd been until knowledge of the curse reared it's ugly head.
He even created himself a holographic version of his father to make the house more like home. It wasn't perfect though. The holodeck couldn't recreate the spark in the man's eyes or the love Henry saw there for him. But it was enough to make him feel safe and possibly even a little happy.
He spent a lot of time in the house rather than in any other parts of the town, almost as if it didn't exist. He almost wished he could live here rather than out in the ship. It saddened him that the father he had in here was closer to the real thing than the one(s) out there.
((open to all, henry can be mostly found changing details in the house))
Spending most of his time in the pink mansion he grew up in, he wanted to make it perfect, especially after seeing the wrong version only a few days previously. Adding his room the way he'd lived in it and the pictures on the walls to show he'd lived there. Those were very important to him. They showed how happy he'd been until knowledge of the curse reared it's ugly head.
He even created himself a holographic version of his father to make the house more like home. It wasn't perfect though. The holodeck couldn't recreate the spark in the man's eyes or the love Henry saw there for him. But it was enough to make him feel safe and possibly even a little happy.
He spent a lot of time in the house rather than in any other parts of the town, almost as if it didn't exist. He almost wished he could live here rather than out in the ship. It saddened him that the father he had in here was closer to the real thing than the one(s) out there.
((open to all, henry can be mostly found changing details in the house))
For What is a Sprite Without Nature?
2014-Oct-13, Monday 07:29 pmfrostedoverlandJack Frost was on the Enterprise.
But what is a shepherd of winter to do when in a space ship? He couldn't feel the Planet, he couldn't feel any Planet, really. His chest felt hollow, empty. It almost hurt. But never as much as the multitude of people walking through him, no matter how hard he tried to keep out of the way. It felt like his soul was being ripped from him, over and over. A cold and burning sensation.
Jack Frost was on a starship.
Clutching his staff in a white-knuckled grip, he couldn't fly like he wanted, not without Wind. But he was already very light, to ease Wind's burden when carrying a human child like him, but that was mostly because he was no longer human but a sprite. He was still quite strong and fast, however, so with a few practiced jumps and flips, he vaulted over the many unseeing adults and onto a small ledge next to the window. He crouched in it, pulling his hood up and leaning against the wall as he held his staff like a life line. A small fairy chirped at him worryingly, flitting about.
Frost was beginning to creep from around him, the beautiful fern like tendrils crawling over the windows.
But what is a shepherd of winter to do when in a space ship? He couldn't feel the Planet, he couldn't feel any Planet, really. His chest felt hollow, empty. It almost hurt. But never as much as the multitude of people walking through him, no matter how hard he tried to keep out of the way. It felt like his soul was being ripped from him, over and over. A cold and burning sensation.
Jack Frost was on a starship.
Clutching his staff in a white-knuckled grip, he couldn't fly like he wanted, not without Wind. But he was already very light, to ease Wind's burden when carrying a human child like him, but that was mostly because he was no longer human but a sprite. He was still quite strong and fast, however, so with a few practiced jumps and flips, he vaulted over the many unseeing adults and onto a small ledge next to the window. He crouched in it, pulling his hood up and leaning against the wall as he held his staff like a life line. A small fairy chirped at him worryingly, flitting about.
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Frost was beginning to creep from around him, the beautiful fern like tendrils crawling over the windows.
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2014-Oct-13, Monday 04:19 pmpronounsarehard"Oh, shut up Joran."
Ezri mumbled to herself. He had never been this vocal before, well, before the Rite of Emergence. Which wasn't a mistake. He did help her catch the killer, not that Benjamin or the others would ever know. That would not be a fun conversation. 'Why no, Ben, I didn't use what I learned in Forensic Psychology, I just used Joran.' It would go so well. But now? Now she had to be vigilant. Ezri wouldn't be able to bury his personality as deeply as Curzon or Jadzia. And Ezri didn't have training in the first place. She didn't want to accidentally almost stab someone with a butter knife again. Talk about embarrassing. Benjamin hadn't been exactly understanding when that happened. Thank goodness Odo had come along, and taken the knife out of her hand before something really bad had happened.
Ezri had intended to take a walk along the Promenade, clear her head. That was until she wasn't in the Promenade anymore. She was in a bar. And it wasn't Quark's. It was....Ezri took a few steps toward a console. The U.S.S. Enterprise? Oh and they were at warp. The Trill put a hand on her stomach and another on her temple trying to fight back the wave of nausea and flashes of Torias' shuttle accident. Dying. Crashing. Oh no.
"Okay Ezri, you can figure this out. Just start by not barfing all over the security guard eating his lunch. He wouldn't appreciate that at all."
Ezri talked to herself.
"One. Wormhole aliens? Two. Spacial phenomenon? Three. I could just be going nuts. That's my clinical assessment of myself."
Ezri closed her eyes, trying to sort through eight other lifetimes of memories to remember if anyone served or visited the Enterprise D. That was....Curzon or Jadzia's time? Maybe she was just hallucinating memories. Did that happen? Maybe she should qualify that. Did that happen to her? It probably didn't happen to another other Joined Trill. That's Ezri, nothing easy for Ezri.
Ezri mumbled to herself. He had never been this vocal before, well, before the Rite of Emergence. Which wasn't a mistake. He did help her catch the killer, not that Benjamin or the others would ever know. That would not be a fun conversation. 'Why no, Ben, I didn't use what I learned in Forensic Psychology, I just used Joran.' It would go so well. But now? Now she had to be vigilant. Ezri wouldn't be able to bury his personality as deeply as Curzon or Jadzia. And Ezri didn't have training in the first place. She didn't want to accidentally almost stab someone with a butter knife again. Talk about embarrassing. Benjamin hadn't been exactly understanding when that happened. Thank goodness Odo had come along, and taken the knife out of her hand before something really bad had happened.
Ezri had intended to take a walk along the Promenade, clear her head. That was until she wasn't in the Promenade anymore. She was in a bar. And it wasn't Quark's. It was....Ezri took a few steps toward a console. The U.S.S. Enterprise? Oh and they were at warp. The Trill put a hand on her stomach and another on her temple trying to fight back the wave of nausea and flashes of Torias' shuttle accident. Dying. Crashing. Oh no.
"Okay Ezri, you can figure this out. Just start by not barfing all over the security guard eating his lunch. He wouldn't appreciate that at all."
Ezri talked to herself.
"One. Wormhole aliens? Two. Spacial phenomenon? Three. I could just be going nuts. That's my clinical assessment of myself."
Ezri closed her eyes, trying to sort through eight other lifetimes of memories to remember if anyone served or visited the Enterprise D. That was....Curzon or Jadzia's time? Maybe she was just hallucinating memories. Did that happen? Maybe she should qualify that. Did that happen to her? It probably didn't happen to another other Joined Trill. That's Ezri, nothing easy for Ezri.
I could be happy
2014-Oct-13, Monday 02:53 pmgloriouscurseThere's a rhythm to Regina's breathing as she lets the pixie dust take her far, far away from the castle that stifles her. It's the first time in her life that magic has been used on her and she isn't terrified because it may hurt, because she isn't sure what to expect. Pixie dust is warmth and happy thoughts, and she smiles, her cheeks hurting with it as her eyes take in the land beneath her. She doesn't care much about the destination now, it's only a lingering thought as she flies through the dark that she's on her way to meet her soulmate. If she can keep flying, if she can be where no one can touch her; not the king, not the Dark One, then she never wants to come down.
It's too much to hope for, really, and the controlled breaths turn into heavy exhales as soon as she's on the ground, weighted again by more uncertainty. She doesn't hate the idea of meeting this person, her supposed happy ending, but she's already telling herself that it can't work. She's the queen. If she tries to run away Leopold will stop at nothing to find her. And if she runs with another man they'll both become prisoners. But still she walks forward, her heart pounding now as she and Tinkerbell walk to a tavern in a small little village that's otherwise dark. Laughter filters to her ears where jovial spirits are no doubt enjoying flagons of ale, and Regina's lips press together.
There he is. Your soulmate. The guy with the lion tattoo.
She peers in, tilting her head to the side and blinking quickly. She can see it, dark ink on a forearm as he lifts his cup for more to drink, and she squints a little, trying to discern anything else from him. His hair is light and short and she thinks she catches a glimpse of lines on his face as he smiles.
"I could be happy," she tells Tinkerbell, her stomach clenching, even as she smiles and keeps peering into the window. But the security of her newfound friend is suddenly gone, and now it's up to Regina. Her breathing is quick now and she swallows heavily, hand moving to the door handle. She can be happy. All she has to do is walk inside and say hello to change her life. But the king. The king is kind to the people but he is not willing to let his prized young wife go, she knows this. And then there's Rumplestiltskin who she knows can always find her. She is trapped even when she isn't, she is a prisoner even miles from home. And then she freezes, smile making its way into a panicked frown.
The darkness has had a taste of you and it likes you, dearie.
She can't control the heavy gasp that makes her turn from the door before she can take another step in, and she has to leave, she has to go back because it's isolation and lonely and nothing makes her happy, but at least it's consistent. She knows what to expect. She knows what nights to brace herself for the king, she knows when she'll have to look after Snow White. But this, running to a man who may or may not believe in soulmates and trusting he'll run with her is unknown. She can't. She can't do it to him she tells herself.
Regina spins quickly, but when she does the village behind her is gone. Turning again, so is the tavern though there is a bar behind her. Stumbling backward, the lights are bright and obviously not fire as her back presses into a another person. She doesn't know what this is, her eyes are wide and panicked, and now her breathing catches in her chest, frightened and unable to find her words.
[ooc: Very much open, very much the definition of 'deer caught in the headlights.' She's in the bar proper so, you know, nice and embarrassing intro.]
It's too much to hope for, really, and the controlled breaths turn into heavy exhales as soon as she's on the ground, weighted again by more uncertainty. She doesn't hate the idea of meeting this person, her supposed happy ending, but she's already telling herself that it can't work. She's the queen. If she tries to run away Leopold will stop at nothing to find her. And if she runs with another man they'll both become prisoners. But still she walks forward, her heart pounding now as she and Tinkerbell walk to a tavern in a small little village that's otherwise dark. Laughter filters to her ears where jovial spirits are no doubt enjoying flagons of ale, and Regina's lips press together.
There he is. Your soulmate. The guy with the lion tattoo.
She peers in, tilting her head to the side and blinking quickly. She can see it, dark ink on a forearm as he lifts his cup for more to drink, and she squints a little, trying to discern anything else from him. His hair is light and short and she thinks she catches a glimpse of lines on his face as he smiles.
"I could be happy," she tells Tinkerbell, her stomach clenching, even as she smiles and keeps peering into the window. But the security of her newfound friend is suddenly gone, and now it's up to Regina. Her breathing is quick now and she swallows heavily, hand moving to the door handle. She can be happy. All she has to do is walk inside and say hello to change her life. But the king. The king is kind to the people but he is not willing to let his prized young wife go, she knows this. And then there's Rumplestiltskin who she knows can always find her. She is trapped even when she isn't, she is a prisoner even miles from home. And then she freezes, smile making its way into a panicked frown.
The darkness has had a taste of you and it likes you, dearie.
She can't control the heavy gasp that makes her turn from the door before she can take another step in, and she has to leave, she has to go back because it's isolation and lonely and nothing makes her happy, but at least it's consistent. She knows what to expect. She knows what nights to brace herself for the king, she knows when she'll have to look after Snow White. But this, running to a man who may or may not believe in soulmates and trusting he'll run with her is unknown. She can't. She can't do it to him she tells herself.
Regina spins quickly, but when she does the village behind her is gone. Turning again, so is the tavern though there is a bar behind her. Stumbling backward, the lights are bright and obviously not fire as her back presses into a another person. She doesn't know what this is, her eyes are wide and panicked, and now her breathing catches in her chest, frightened and unable to find her words.
[ooc: Very much open, very much the definition of 'deer caught in the headlights.' She's in the bar proper so, you know, nice and embarrassing intro.]
3rd Contract [Wandering from room, holodeck, ten-forward, halls]
2014-Oct-12, Sunday 01:51 pmmagicspriceFor 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!)
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!)
Calling all small children! (And maybe some adults too)
2014-Sep-23, Tuesday 01:56 amgoldencobraHenry had finally left sickbay after what seems like an age. But he's still very wary of everyone and is carrying around his large backpack again rather than leaving it in his quarters. He also appears to be looking for something. He's peering around corner and opening doors and certainly not striking up conversation with anyone. Which, for anyone that might have gotten to know the boy through his time here, is unusual for him.
Any other children that come by are welcome to help him look, because he'll tell them what he's looking for. Any adults are also welcome to chat but he's not giving away his secret to them.
Any other children that come by are welcome to help him look, because he'll tell them what he's looking for. Any adults are also welcome to chat but he's not giving away his secret to them.
Arrival in the Arboretum
2014-Sep-15, Monday 08:26 pmkepthimhumanYou can run from your past as much as you like, but eventually it will catch up with you.
If he were to be honest with himself, he'd been expecting something to happen ever since he got the postcard from August, the postcard with a single word: 'Broken.' That doesn't mean he was ready for it when it happened.
First there was the ring of the buzzer and the words "UPS delivery." The first thought through his mind was I'm not expecting a package from UPS, then came the realization This has something to do with my father. Then he grabbed his keys and was down the fire escape.
The next thing he knew he was being pursued. By a woman, was all he could tell. Probably the one who had rung the buzzer.
He runs. Runs like prey being hunted by predator, like his life depends on it. Maybe it does; his father is a dangerous man whose actions have consequences just like anyone else's.
He won't put himself in a position to be the reason his father does anything. Not anymore.
Just as he's tiring, running out of breath to keep going, he turns a corner and...comes to an abrupt stop. There's green everywhere, and some of it doesn't look like anything he's seen on Earth. And out those windows there, is that...space?
He's not in New York anymore.
If he were to be honest with himself, he'd been expecting something to happen ever since he got the postcard from August, the postcard with a single word: 'Broken.' That doesn't mean he was ready for it when it happened.
First there was the ring of the buzzer and the words "UPS delivery." The first thought through his mind was I'm not expecting a package from UPS, then came the realization This has something to do with my father. Then he grabbed his keys and was down the fire escape.
The next thing he knew he was being pursued. By a woman, was all he could tell. Probably the one who had rung the buzzer.
He runs. Runs like prey being hunted by predator, like his life depends on it. Maybe it does; his father is a dangerous man whose actions have consequences just like anyone else's.
He won't put himself in a position to be the reason his father does anything. Not anymore.
Just as he's tiring, running out of breath to keep going, he turns a corner and...comes to an abrupt stop. There's green everywhere, and some of it doesn't look like anything he's seen on Earth. And out those windows there, is that...space?
He's not in New York anymore.
[Away Mission:] Day 3, Alemar III (The Fighting Stops)
2014-Sep-14, Sunday 12:35 pmten_fwd_npcsAs 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.]
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.]
Team #7 | Trapped in the Caves
2014-Aug-03, Sunday 06:45 pmasklepianJulian 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?"
"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?"
[Away Mission:] Arrivals Post, Alemar III (Party Post!)
2014-Jul-26, Saturday 11:53 pmten_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.]
[Ten Forward] Rooming Assignments | Round #3
2014-Jul-23, Wednesday 09:12 pmten_fwd_npcsThey are entering their third month of this nonsense, and Lieutenant Worf will never admit that the increased activity and responsibility is ... thrilling. He is as stone-faced as always, glaring out over the assembled crowd without a hint of happiness. The medical team have cleared through a new crop of passengers, all needing permanent lodgings. So Ten Forward is where you will find yourselves today, staring down the barrel at an unhappy Klingon.
As chief of security, it is Worf's responsibility to instruct everyone on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, so he will handle this the honorable way. As he has done this before, he has a speech prepared:
"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 # 0741 - Seamus Harper and Clayton Danvers
Room # 0742 - KITT's hologram and Andrew McKee
Room # 0743 - Ginny Weasley and Topher Brink
Room # 0744 - Irian t'Aumne and Henry Gold
Room # 0745 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0746 - Tyr Anasazi and Telemachus Rhade
Room # 0747 - Chase Collins and Angeal Hewley
Room # 0748 - Dylan Hunt and Lucie Miller
Room # 0749 - Simon Tam and The Doctor (Eight)
Room # 0750 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0751 - Kaylee Frye and Laura Kinney
Deck 08, VIP Quarters
Room #0142 - Kathryn Janeway and Jonathan Archer
Room #0143 - Gul Dukat and Tora Ziyal
Room #0144 - James T. Kirk and John Sheppard
"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! 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.]
As chief of security, it is Worf's responsibility to instruct everyone on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, so he will handle this the honorable way. As he 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, reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.
Room # 0741 - Seamus Harper and Clayton Danvers
Room # 0742 - KITT's hologram and Andrew McKee
Room # 0743 - Ginny Weasley and Topher Brink
Room # 0744 - Irian t'Aumne and Henry Gold
Room # 0745 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0746 - Tyr Anasazi and Telemachus Rhade
Room # 0747 - Chase Collins and Angeal Hewley
Room # 0748 - Dylan Hunt and Lucie Miller
Room # 0749 - Simon Tam and The Doctor (Eight)
Room # 0750 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0751 - Kaylee Frye and Laura Kinney
Deck 08, VIP Quarters
Room #0142 - Kathryn Janeway and Jonathan Archer
Room #0143 - Gul Dukat and Tora Ziyal
Room #0144 - James T. Kirk and John Sheppard
"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! 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.]
[Sickbay]: Round Three scans and vaccines
2014-Jul-22, Tuesday 11:16 pmten_fwd_npcs
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 is fairly typical for a hospital. 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 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.
"All right, come in," one of them 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, Trance Gemini, and Rory Williams on deck, so please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like. Beverly Crusher can be available if needed, but the player may not always be available. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your intro yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive.]