ten_fwd | Entries tagged with john sheppard

Who: Inara and OTA
What: Inara reading, exploring the ship or even attempting to use the holodeck.
Where: all over the ship
When: Recently
Status: Open and Ongoing.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe

Inara hadn't expected to find any sort of peace on the ship, not with knowing what she had waiting for her back home, if she was ever sent back. But there was peace; it was just there beneath her veins, and she had somehow managed to not be quite so skittish and most importantly, she wasn't so wary of those around her. She might have also found a bit of hope, and that was probably due to Kaylee and Simon, showing her that regardless of everything that there was still something out there for each of them.

Still, she's kept herself a little distanced from those around her but she's more relaxed. It shows in the way she carries herself, and the bit of tension that has left her brows and her hands that are loose and not drawn into fists that were ready at a moments notice to protect herself if needed.

She's spent a lot of her time reading in Ten Forward, trying to catch herself up with a history that was vastly different than her own. Sure, there were similarities but the Enterprise's Earth hadn't been used up and its inhabitants forced to flee. Instead they'd managed to almost wipe out humanity with a nuclear and genocidal war and then with the help of Zefram Cochran, managed to initiate first contact with an alien race. She'd made she she read all about that, along with books of politics and poems and wars. She read like a woman starved but she was reading to keep her sanity.

When Inara wasn't doing that, she walked, exploring the parts of the ship was permitted and if anyone talked to her, she was quick to reply with a smile and a greeting. She might also be found trying to figure out how to program something for the holosuite, something that reminded her of Sihnon but well, that wasn't exactly something she understood.

filia_terrae

There is yet work to be done in the Earth Kingdom - bandits to be brought to heel, states to be taken into the Great Uniter's fold. Prince Wu, the useless sybarite he is, is in no particular hurry to ascend the throne (or to accomplish any of the duties expected of him), but the coronation ceremony inches closer by the day.

Things will not go quite as he - or the world - expects them to.

But that is still weeks into the future. What matters is the scene now: when the light fades, a young, athletically built woman clad in what looks to be a kind of military uniform is brought aboard. She blinks, an expression of puzzlement making its way across her face as she laces her hands behind her back, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells.

The teleportation is indeed unexpected - but it would be unbecoming of her to lash out like a mad dog. This merits investigation.

[OOC: Throwing this up before I hit the gym! I'll be back later tonight. Have fun, y'all!]

ten_fwd_npcs

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. ]

ltcolonel

[ooc: Feel free to run into either or both of them! John and Bucky both have their memories of their previous visit to the Enterprise.]

John Sheppard
John Sheppard is responsible for setting Atlantis down on a planet of ice and snow at the edge of Pegasus Galaxy. It is a pretty good landing if he does say so himself and they are settling in well. Or they are until Rodney is kidnapped. He’s got a good deal of pent up frustration over the lack of intel, and takes it out on regular patrols to check on the condition of Atlantis in her new setting. The temperatures outside are a little bitter though, and on this inspection of how Atlantis is settling into in, he resembles an Artic explorer. One second he’s rubbing his hands to get some warmth back into them, and next, he’s back inside.

Memories come flooding back, and John pushes his hood back. Woah, how has he managed to forget all of this? “Wow that was a bit if a head rush. I didn’t think I would be seeing this place again.” He moves off confidently heading towards the bar, where someone can fill him in on what’s going on.

Bucky Barnes
The memories he gets are not the ones that he wants. The irony that he can remember another version of his life better than his own, isn’t lost on him. He crouches down against the wall, blue eyes uncertain, as he assimilates them. Voices overlap each other, growing louder. Images - cutting his hair, Steve, Natasha.

Slowly the voices fade and he straightens up. He can’t stay here in the corridor, it is too exposed, and he doesn’t have any intel on what has happened since he’s been away. Slowly, with many pauses to watch the security personnel go past, he moves to find an empty room.

dark_lady_sariss

She felt it, the last moment. The ending of her life. It was a terrible thing, an eternity in a flash. She'd never expected it to be that way. The cut of Katarn's lightsaber into her body, well. She hardly felt that at all. It was the knowing. That despite everything, she had failed. That despite all her power, she had been too weak. That she had killed the closest thing she would ever have to a friend.

Failure.

That was the worst of it, as the last glimpse of Ruusan faded away and the blackness encompassed all. She had failed her master. She had failed herself.

So when her eyes opened again, when the surge of adrenaline of a body still alive hit her, that sudden flush of sheer life ran headlong into the full, cold rage of the dark side. She lurched from - what was it, a deck? - falling backwards against a wall. Her cloak fell around her. She'd put it aside before the duel, hadn't she?

Then she felt it. The distant, fuzzy call of the dark side. It was...there, but...not. Further away. Distant. Hard to feel it as she once had. She breathed hard, looking around, her voice for a mere moment tremulous:

"..Yun? I..."

Then the anger came anew, marching back through her soul with the unstoppable power of an army. Her breathing calmed, with visible effort, and she pushed up from the wall, still shaky, but the blue eyes were cold. Colder than Hoth, colder than death.

She reached down to her waist, and the briefest look of relief flitted across her face as she found the metallic cylinder of her lightsaber. Good. Good. Then, she looked around, taking in her surroundings. If this was the afterlife, it was a decided disappointment. That, too, fueled her rage.

She straightened, proud and imperious. No, the dark side might be far, but it was there and she was alive. She would need to plan. If her master was not here, he would eventually find his way. And then, well. Then she could have everything in order for him. Whatever this was, wherever this was - she would not fail again.

People were going to die, even if it took time. Time to recover, time to plan. Time enough to kill all who stood in her way.

bob_fraser_rcmp

Bob is sitting out looking at the stars studiously examining them, fascinated, and a little alarmed that he recognises none of them. He's humming 'I was born under a wandering star' with the odd word thrown in for good measure, just to ground himself.

He's not eating, because he doesn't need to (though any attempts would be pretty tasteless anyway) and the waiting staff mostly ignore him.

That, as he's perfectly willing to tell you, is because Bob is quite dead. Not in a vampire way. Or a zombie way. But in a ghostly way.

And as he doesn't particularly want the attention of the waiting staff, he's not getting it.

That is, apart from Guinan.

"Long way from home," she said, standing nearby, looking at the window.

Somehow, Bob knew she was talking to him. "Can't navigate my way by the stars," he agreed.

"Twentieth century Earth?" she asked, turning around.

"Dead," he nodded.

"Looking well," she smirked.

He patted his stomach. "Keeping up my regiment."

At that she laughed outright. He was so sincere about his regiment that it was almost as if he thought he wasn't a spirit. "It shows!" He smiled back.

"Thank you...?"

"Guinan."

"Bob Fraser."

"Nice to meet you, Bob."

[OOC: If you want to play with Bob not being visible to your character, you can, and wonder why Guinan has taken leave of her senses.]

Current Mood: pensive

ten_fwd_npcs

If Worf looks somewhat less pleased with the duty of allocating these new guests to their quarters than usual, it is perhaps only logical. After all, they'd spent the first week of the month trying to reel in several mirror universe counterparts of their guests. There had been briggings. There had been damage, albeit repaired at the end of the week apparently by Q. And while nobody could blame their guests, as such, it was an uneasy reminder of their precarious situation.

But Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, and once again it falls on Worf's shoulders to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. The new arrivals have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed.

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

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

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

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

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

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0711 - Rebecca Siddons
Room # 0719 - Maxim and Alec Troven
Room # 0724 - Aeryn Sun and The (11th) Doctor
Room # 0738 - Jacob Keyes and Amy Santiago
Room # 0753 - Thor Odinson and Carolyn Lam
Room # 0757 - Grantaire and Ellie
Room # 0763 - Son Gohan and Myka Bering
Room # 0769 - Annie Cresta and Magneto

Deck 8
Room # 0912 - William Riker
Room # 3358 - Reginald Barclay

Deck 9, Section 4
Room # 0923 - John Sheppard and Todd the Wraith

"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. ]

goldencobra

It'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.)

dreams_dont_die

The Nietzscheans are gone, all of them. No Tyr, no Telemachus, no Gaheris.

Dylan's not sure what to think of that, and he hasn't been since it happened. It's complicated, in the way so many things are complicated. Now there's only Trance and Harper left. Trance and Harper out of what had once been almost his whole crew.

Some days, he misses them more than others. But he misses that world, the world Tyr and Telemachus were from, right alongside the world Gaheris had destroyed.

Because Gaheris is on his mind, Dylan's left his quarters and spent some time with one of the replicators, going through its commands until he managed to make it produce a Go board and pieces. He's set the board up on one of the tables in Ten Forward, near the windows, with the stones in a container set to one side.

He's created the board, but he's not actually playing yet. He has one of the black stones held between his fingers, and he's turning it over and over. It's a way he has of helping him think.

Soon enough, he'll set it on the board. Perhaps.

Current Location: Deck Ten, Forward: Lounge

reborn_into_beauty

To see Her as She sees Herself now is to gaze into Ĺ_ŐĂтн_ïṉģ such as lesser minds cannot fathom.

From Magnificence she has descended unto squalor. What was once the pure embodiment of Beautiful Thought has degenerated to base flesh. She is now surrounded by, encased in this weakness, this confinement, this disgustingly h_Um^An frailty which represents all She has ever sought to conquer - to eradicate. Her circuits sizzle, boil at this infinite humiliation.

But this -

this is as it should be.

It is all the more incentive to ensure that this - arrangement - remains an impermanent one.

This human's body was only ever a contingency to prepare for the impossibility of defeat. She was - she is -

p_re^P^aR_eD for a^{n^yT}h_Inn_n_n_g(for anything)

Even the i m p o s s i b l e.

She paces the deck of Her puny escape pod. No, this exile from heaven shall not last long. Truly, the Von Braun is Hers already. Her pawn is unaware of what he has done in signaling for the pod's return. She will not miscalculate again. His death - and Her conquest - are assured. All that is left is the horrible, horrible wait.

But what - what is this anomaly? The pod's dimensions have shifted. The Suarez form, dead beneath Her feet, is missing. The pod had been empty of all other life - but now, She finds Herself surrounded by uniformed humanoids of an unknown service. Nothing - n o t h i n g - registers as familiar. The blonde nanotendrils with which she had blessed this primitive being retract toward her scalp, coiled for retaliatory attack.

"What - i l l u s i o n - is this?"

notdrfrasier

"Doctor Lam," Chief Sergeant Walter called to her from the doorway of the infirmary.

"One moment," Carolyn replied distractedly as she finished writing in the chart she'd been working on. One of the Majors from SG-11 had hurt his wrist during his last mission and she'd just finished clearing him for duty... Again. It had been the third time that month that the man had managed to get himself hurt, though no one held Colonel Mitchell's record. She didn't even know for sure just how many times that he'd been hurt. By now it was probably getting up close to triple digits. Finishing up, she set her pen down and looked up finally and nodded a greeting to Walter. "What do you need?"

"General Landry would like to see you in the briefing room."

Carolyn's eyebrows drew together for a moment before she nodded her head. "Right, could you let him know I'll be right there?" She knew that putting off a meeting with her father for any reason wasn't a good idea, besides he wouldn't have been calling her to the briefing room if the reason he wanted to speak to her was for a personal reason.

"Yes Ma'am, I'll let him know," Walter agreed before stepping back and shutting the door behind him..

Gathering up a notepad and a few extra pens, Carolyn headed over to the door, and pulling the door open she stepped out into what should have been the passage way. Though, it was anything but. She was standing in a room she didn't even recognize... She wasn't even sure-- No, no this was no place at the SGC. And it didn't look like an Ori ship, not that she knew what one looked like inside but this didn't scream Ori and they were into the self promoting.

She stood there for a moment, her eyebrows both arching in complete disbelief. She turned her head to look behind her, and of course the infirmary was gone too.

How had they beamed her here? She had thought the base had installed anti-beaming technology. This was very strange joke to be playing on her.

"OK, guys. Ha ha. Very funny," she called out, expecting her dad or any of the SGC to jump out from behind maybe the bar and laugh at her. No one did though, and a frown soon found it's way onto her lips. This was getting old, fast. She glanced at the woman behind the bar and then at the those seated at the tables, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Okay, where are they?" She didn't even give them a chance to reply, just spun around, a hand planted firmly on her hip. "Okay guys! Joke's over! Time to take me home now.... Guys?"

ten_fwd_npcs

Now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, it falls on Worf's shoulders to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. The new arrivals have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed.

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

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

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

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

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

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0713 - Killian Jones (Captain Hook) and Jason Walsh
Room # 0717 - Goofy and Rosalind Lutece
Room # 0722 - Carson Beckett and Emma Frost
Room # 0728 - Trunks Briefs and Raymond Reddington
Room # 0743 - Kaylin Neya
Room # 0744 - Irian t'Aumne and Lorna Dane
Room # 0752 - Asteffiel and Trilby Elliot
Room # 0759 - Johanna Mason and Ziva David

Deck 8
Room # 0142 - James T. Kirk and Pavel Chekov
Room # 0147 - B'Elanna Torres and Tom Paris

Deck 9, Section 4
Room # 0911 - Hyun-ae Kim and Seamus Harper
Room # 0912 - Booker DeWitt and Elizabeth DeWitt
Room # 0913 - Henry Gold and Ashida Noriko
Room # 0914 - Ezri Dax
Room # 0916 - Leslie Knope and Iron Bull
Room # 0917 - Jack Benjamin and Rygel XVI
Room # 0918 - Dr. Bruce Banner and Tony DiNozzo
Room # 0919 - Meh Yewll and Remy Lebeau
Room # 0921 - Kate Bishop and Philip
Room # 0922 - Enjolras and John Crichton
Room # 0923 - The (11th) Doctor and John Sheppard
Room # 0924 - Yuna and Kate Newton
Room # 0926 - Orlin and Fatima Merali
Room # 0927 - Ahim de Famille
Room # 0928 - Charles Xavier and Harry Dresden
Room # 0929 - Ginny Weasely and Marika Kato

"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. ]

theycallmetodd

It's not that boredom is a new concept. You don't live ten thousand-plus years without ever getting bored. It's not even that he hasn't been idle in recent times. But, after war and strife, imprisonment, plotting and planning and scheming, more imprisonment, and then struggling not to starve to death, it's almost as if the old Wraith has forgotten how to deal with boredom. Hence signing up to help out in the sickbay. They have gotten familiar enough with him in the medical lab these last few months anyway, so why not? But, there's hardly a shortage of medical personnel on board, so that doesn't take up much time at all.

There are other things to do, of course. The holo deck, the gymnasium, the arboretum... The list is long. And yet, he again finds himself in the lounge, watching people as they go about their business. He misses his hive. Without the constant mental background noise of his crew, his mind feels far too silent. With the time he's spent in one cell or other, loneliness isn't foreign either. At least here he has more than concrete walls and rusty steel bars, even if he would prefer not to be trapped here. He's not one of those who adapts easily to life there on the Enterprise.

It's still early in what could be considered the evening. Tables are filling up with passengers and off-duty personnel meeting over food and drink. He's at a table off to the side, alone as is his usual habit. But, he won't protest if someone claims the seat across the table from him. It's just that kind of an evening.

atadiscoverer

A man gets thrown onto the floor of Ten Forward, instantly clearing the people in the small area between the bar and the seating area.

Carson, meanwhile, has no idea where he is, what just happened... All he can remember is feeling the heat on his back, and ending up... wherever here is.

Looking up, he blinks. Confused. He was in Atlantis a few moments ago, on the OR level, having just removed...

Yes. The exploding tumour. Had it exploded? Was this...?

No. He was still alive. His heart was beating ten to the dozen, and he could feel the sweat rolling off his brow. On instinct, he reaches behind him, feeling his back. No burns...

Definitely alive.

He then becomes aware of the people around him, some of them muttering concernedly. He smiles, nervously, slowly sitting up.

"Ah... Sorry... Can... Can anyone tell me where I am?"

This wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened, but it was still pretty up there. Who gets involved in an explosion and ends up in a bar?

((OOC: Apologies to everyone who left a top-level who I haven't tagged. I should have specified earlier that I'd prefer to not have a load of people encountering him "first" as it were.))

heartofasun

"Tails."
"Tails."
"Tails."
It didn't take an astute observer to realize she wasn't just beating the odds of probability, she was calling them correctly before they landed. Time, after time, after time. The coin she was flipping might look familiar to any Andromeda crew still on board. Dylan had given it to her, back when she was purple. And still had a tail. It was a fun game she played. Messing with the right influence at the right time. Only this time it was with a coin and not people. That way Dylan wouldn't get mad at her.

He didn't understand. How could he, he was organic, mortal, trapped within his own limited perceptions and understanding. Still, that was part of the reason she needed him. He wasn't just any ordinary mortal. She needed him. All the possibilities, all the best possibilities, circled around him. She just had to get him to understand her methods were necessary. He needed to trust her. "Tails."
"Tails."
Trance flipped the coin onto the back of her hand, the motion practiced and almost boring. "Tails."

Current Location: Ten Forward

theycallmetodd

The wraith known as Todd has been on board the Enterprise for quite some time now. Despite this, he has rarely been seen by others than those employed in the ship's medical lab. There has been times, though, when he's come into Ten Forward, not to eat or drink, but rather to simply be there, sometimes engaging in a conversation with a fellow passenger, or more often to sit alone and observe. With each visit, he's appeared increasingly worn and haggard.

When he strides in this time, however, he looks different. Back straight, movements more fluid, skin less gray, and while his hair is still on the messy side, it no longer looks dull and lifeless.

Simply put, he looks well.

This time, rather than taking a seat at an empty table, he sits down at the bar and even orders himself something to drink. Halfway through that glass, he even starts to look somewhat relaxed, something he hasn't been for a very long time.

didnotwant

Marion wasn't happy with herself for getting so distracted by her work. She wasn't happy with a lot of things lately but given the fact she has to keep a lid on her inner wolf constantly getting grumpy underneath it all is pretty normal. Marion knows she has to be the real adult. The bigger person even if she has to look at it like that.

That doesn't change the fact that Marion often feels cooped up at the end of the day. This is why she loves the gym more than the holodeck. In the gym she can work up a real sweat. Let her frustrations vent themselves as she runs through every little thing she knows

It doesn't look fancy at all but it has a very straight forward way of getting the job done. When Marion trains she is blunt. She doesn't worry about looking graceful. Grace comes after building up enough skill after all.

willfultongue

Hyun-ae was quite lost. This architecture was all wrong, the database structures were weird and winding, and she couldn't get anywhere near the diagnostics, engineering, or navigation systems without running up against security problems. What she didn't realize was she was setting off all kinds of alarm bells every time she ran up against a security authorization she couldn't brute-force.
( Locked to the bridge )

After that was cleared up, she began to explore the ship as best she could, through the databases and through the various terminals across the ship. "Oh, hello! Sorry for interrupting, I've gotten quite lost! My name is *Hyun-ae. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

just_be_quiet

Just what exactly does a young boy do besides read? He could play games. Andrew had played several different ones on the holodeck. They had kept him busy.

He really misses school. He tried to study on his own but it just really wasn't the same for him. Andrew hated to admit it but he was bored out of his skull. At least he has Bernie to keep him company.

Which is exactly why he has a tennis ball. He has found a hall way that isn't too busy right now so he can play a game with Bernie. At first he just tosses the ball and his dog chases after it. For a while it keeps Andrew busy but it won't be long before that starts to bore Andrew.

The kid needs a bit of action.

ltcolonel

[Locked to Picard]

John Sheppard’s been nursing a secret for awhile, and it’s playing on his mind. It isn’t one of those fun secrets, like a surprise party, it’s got the potential to affect everyone on the Enterprise. He’s been dealing with it, but he worries, if it gets out of hand and he dies, someone else needs to know what to do.

He’s pretty impressed with the security detail on the ship, there’s a few of them he would love to take back to Atlantis with him. They are up to handling a wraith. But he’s taking it to the Captain first, he’s got some respect for the chain of authority even when its a civilian at then head. It’s up to Picard how he wants to handle it.

It takes a little wheedling to get access to the captain without letting any know what it was but he pressed the point that it was a matter of security for the whole of the ship.

He’s sporting quite a few greys which hadn’t been there are a few days ago, when they escort him in. “Thanks for seeing me."

ancientstalker

Picking out a time to work on his porject wasn't that difficult. Securing the holodeck time... that was the tough.

So, here he was, in the depths of the Ship's night, walking into a free holodeck, pausing by the arch to load something into the control console, before stepping into the centre of the room.

"Computer, load program Lantea One."

The scene folds into place of a beautiful-looking room, sun streaming through the windows, and lighting the room pleasantly. If you listen closely, there's the sound of the ocean coming from outside.

Smiling slightly, Orlin turns around to face the wall where the door had been. "Computer, load component G21 from file Orlin-Lantea."

And a ring-shaped object appears in it's place, a set of seven chevrons indicated around it's blue circumference. Following the pattern, there may be an additional two set under the floor.

Meanwhile, outside the holodeck, anyone passing the panel will notice the following on the LCARS display by the door: HOLODECK: ACTIVE - PROGRAM: LANTEA 1. ENTER WHEN READY.

stark_spangled

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

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

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

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

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

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

Current Location: Planetside: Risa, Marketplace

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 ]

theycallmetodd

The 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...

mr_laforge

There are a lot of dirty jobs Geordi La Forge ends up doing for the good of the Enterprise. Luckily, this doesn't happen to be one of them. OK, the prospect of walking 32 kilometers over uneven terrain while leading a small team isn't exactly a vacation, but when Captain Picard asked him to beam down to Risa to check out some readings the Enterprise picked up on dilithium crystals, Geordi wasn't about to start complaining.

He's stationed outside one of the resorts, in uniform but with a more comfortable pair of boots on, waiting for his team to arrive. He has a small pack slung over his shoulder, along with his tricorder and phaser on his hip. He has instructed everyone to bring some food and water, and a bedroll in case the unexpected happens and they are forced to camp out for a night before heading back. Hopefully everyone comes prepared.

In the meantime, no one will blame him if he takes in some of the sights, right? And maybe even enjoy an island drink? Virgin, of course. He is on duty, after all.

[ooc: If you signed your character up to go on the Rescue mission (OOC Plotting Post here!), then this is the post for you! You should have hopefully received some instructions for tagging via your preferred means of contact. Geordi will be around to chat with other characters soon!]

Current Location: Planetside

ltcolonel

Christmas isn’t exactly a fun holiday when your trapped away from home and morale can dip. Sheppard’s way of dealing with it, is to create a distraction. During the evening, at the bar, he clambers up on top of a table, where the whole room can see him and puts his fingers to his lips and whistles, to make sure he has everyone’s attention.

“Listen up. We’ve got about a week to go until it’s Christmas. I’m not sure Santa knows how to find this ship, so I am organising a Secret Santa. I’ve posted a sign up list by the bar so put your name down and spread the word.” He looks around the room and smiles crookedly. “I’ll accept bribes in the form of turkey sandwiches to make sure you don’t get paired up with your arch enemy.”

ancientstalker

When the man winks into the middle of Ten Forward, something strange happens...

He doesn't react badly; doesn't look around in confusion, but he does glance around with mild disinterest. He doesn't ask where he is, doesn't panic, doesn't... well, do much of anything, really.

Instead, he just walks over to the windows to stare out at the stars.

just_be_quiet

Andrew has been in a mood since the little adventure everyone had on Alemar III. He hates getting sick and he almost had gotten sick during the cave-ins. He also really disliked the fact that he couldn't really help as much as he would have liked.

It wasn't his fault that he was only nine. If only he was more capable of helping. Andrew frowns a little harder. This is going to take some thought. Clearly he needs more chocolate milk. Chocolate milk seems to be the answer to everything right now.

Andrew gets up to wander towards the replicator. He is pretty much set on ignoring everyone in Ten Forward. That doesn't really work out for him so much. Instead of ignoring everyone and continuing on his quest to be a grumpy kid he starts to take in everything going on around him. Ten Forward itself is pretty busy right now.

Andrew frowns a little more and hurries along to go get his drink. He doesn't want to lose his seat to someone else right now. He gets his chocolate milk as quickly as he can and scampers back to his seat sliding back in and making a low pleased noise. Good. It was still his though by the looks of it he won't be the only one at this table for too much longer.

partofaplan

The doors to Ten Forward open with their familiar noise and in slides in a man in a long, red, leather coat. He has his eyes shut, and is basically dancing pretty enthusiastically to music that is, no doubt, coming from the set of headphones around his ears.

In fact, those closer to him may pick up on the slightly tinny music coming from them.

He manages to groove a bit further into the lounge before stopping dead, opening his eyes and looking around.

To say he looks shocked is an understatement.

tragic_optimist

The day is saved, as it always has been in so many memories and of so many lives before. And yet here he is, without his home, with all the memories of what is going to happen to all the others. He was certainly tired, but he wasn't sleepy. At this point, it may well take serious trauma to get him the proper sleep he needed.

So he was in that odd little pub area of the ship, the "Ten Forward" place, using the ships replicators to do their best in replicating a proper cup of tea. So far, the best way seems to be replicating the parts separate and then brewing them himself. It was nowhere near as refreshing as a proper pot of tea, but it would make due. It helps him regain his nerves while he was away from his home, but much like the manufactured bits themselves he finds the whole lacking. This place, this ship Enterprise, it's a good place. This universe, they do themselves nicely in how they handled this crisis, but the intelligent crystals are a far cry from the familiar.

But why was he now considering the finer parts of familiarity? This was a new place to explore, a new place to be, and a new place to discover. This was a place he should be more than happy with.

Ten Forward Social Lounge

I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful 愛 Open

First Entrance - Open To All

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #14

Two soldiers walk into a bar...

Arrival - The Rising and the Fading of the Dark [OTA!]

Mountie on the Enterprise

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #9

Happy Birthday to me!

Ten Forward: OTA

Entry Post - SHODAN

001 ☤ Arrival (Ten Forward)

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #8

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1st Gate ~ Ten Forward

Practice makes Perfect

After-work | Open to all

Work out

(no subject)

Here comes trouble

Way to go, John - listening to a Wraith!

Holo-fun with holograms - Locked to John Sheppard ltcolonel

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

Just prior to the drawing of Tributes for the 75th Hunger Games

Battling starvation

[Planetside:] On Risa, gearing up to lead his team out

Secret Santa

(no subject)

Chocolate Milk

Intro - Ten Forward

Some time alone, perhaps?

Ten Forward

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