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( Closed to the 10th Doctor )

( Closed to the 12th Doctor )

[open - hallways]
Well. Donna has seen some strange things, but suddenly finding herself about a space ship... Is actually one of those strange things. Maybe it is a good thing that she has, otherwise it likely would have been much like the first time, which included a lot of noise (on her part), indignation, and some very strongly worded sentences.

As it is though, she's lost, which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't too surprising. A left instead of a right, not paying as much attention as she should have, and now she's in some bloody hallway without a clue. A computer is what she needs. Or she thinks. Maybe? Of course a proper spaceship had to be all proper and she gives a loud huff, arms crossing under her chest. "Can't the bloody ship just beam me up!"

Which is not at all how it works.

knight_2000

Sure, it had taken a bit of finagling, but the end results had been more than well worth it, Kitt reflected, as he now found himself on the surface of the planet they called Pacifica, dipping his tires into water not from Earth.

Or rather, dipping, chasing, spinning in large swooping circles, and racing along the packed wet sand of a beach not so very unlike those of his home. He'd persuaded the powers that be to allow him to beam down - not the holographic program, but as himself, as the car - to this small ocean cove, secluded but not private, easily accessible if one cared to look.

His tires kicked up rooster tails behind him as they dug into the sand just along the edge of the water, as though he were teasing it to catch him. If anyone were to happen upon him, they might actually be able to believe that he was playing - but that was impossible, surely, as cars most certainly did not play.

Did they?

[OTA for anyone who wishes to join KITT in his escapades. Who knows? Maybe they'll find a road or two after!]

and_she_waited

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

Walking in, there's a sign:

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

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

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

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

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

* That's 7PM and 11PM respectively!

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

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

knighttech

Bonnie was steadily getting used to her new circumstances. Rooming with Kitt made it easier to acclimate and even though she was still getting used to the other people and species on the ship, so far everyone she'd met had been friendly.

At Kitts nudging, and curiosity of her own she had her own little laptop that Kitt had grabbed for her and was in the main lounge area. She was supposed to get to meet Geordi, whom Kitt had kept telling her about. A cup of water was procured as she patiently waited, working on the laptop to pass the time.

Current Mood: relaxed

tactlenecks

"Oh my God."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

never_felt_better

Do you know what that sound is?

Do you?

That sound is the dulcet tones of Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes blaring into the hall from the open door leading into Room #0144, and if you don't know "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life", then this party is for you.

Since arriving on the Enterprise, John has noticed a few things. First, when a Klingon punches you, it hurts a hell of a lot more than it looks like it does on TV. Second, that people around here have a disturbing lack of knowledge when it comes to classic movies. And we're talking the classics, people.

John's one of the lucky few who's been roomed with a member of Starfleet personnel (and don't you feel lucky, Hugh?), which means he's got a pretty swanky room. It's a little bit bigger, with more space in the common room, and windows that look out onto space. In other words? It's a party room.

If you're walking anywhere in the vicinity tonight and the music doesn't catch your attention, maybe the string of colorful balloons outside the open door will. The sign hanging from them is crudely drawn, and simply says:

PARTY!
(BYOB)

Current Location: Deck 8: Room #0144

pronounsarehard

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

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

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

thelasttimelord

His first two fingers of his right hand drummed on his knee a cadence that time hadn't even birthed yet. Might not ever in this universe, or any of its possible futures. Erratic and fast went those fingertips, without any of his attention in it. His other thigh had the abandoned tech PADD laying on it, and his back was against the doors of the TARDIS, as was his head, mess of hair brushing against it as he moved his head back and forth.

"No, no, I'll figure it out. We've been in worse straits than this, hey? This is hardly as bad as the teraplasts, right, and I got us out of that? At least you've stayed in one piece."

Though, it was longer. For which there was an errant frown, but it stayed only long enough to be, before that flipped straight into a raise of quick hands, brandished at the empty cargo bay. "I'll work it out. I wouldn't leave my best girl in the corner."

knighttech

One minute Bonnie had been working on closing her lab up for the night, the next she was standing in a room with a lot of windows. Under her coveralls she had on normal everyday clothes, but the white jumpsuit with her F.L.A.G ID tag hanging around her neck stood out like a sore thumb.

Wa-was that space? Bonnies stomach pitted as she stood frozen in shock as she tried to let things register, slowly turning in place to get an idea of the situation. This couldn't be real, things like this didn't just happen. How much sleep had she gotten recently? Had she passed out and this was just a horrible dream?

Swallowing thickly and trying to keep calm the brunette haired woman called out.

"Hello? Is anyone around that might be able to help me?"

Current Mood: uncomfortable

diplomaticsolutions

It was for several seconds that she had stood, eyes closed, before her lashes had fluttered back, only to be greeting with a sweeping view of space. Padmé was no stranger to it, having been on and off ships since she was a young girl. Even as she had grown, space travel had remained a constant- from Coruscant to Naboo and back, with stops here and there on other planets, depending on what was going on. Yet, as Padmé drew in a breath, there was complete and utter confusion on her face, before her brow furrowed.

The soft chatter of voices behind her had her looking over her shoulder, although by the looks of it, one might have thought it was her first time in space. Her eyes were slowly drawn back towards the window, glancing out into the cold depths before her, breathing in and out, although already something about that felt foreign and strange. Her hand was lifted and her palm opened, to gaze down at the item in her grasp, and it drew a sharp breath from her.

She could remember when Anakin had given it to her all those years ago, on a ship through space, as something to remember him by. Who would have know just what his role in her life was to be. Not even Padmé could have fathomed it. It was fuzzy and foggy, old memories mingling with new, but as her eyes traveled down on to that shimmering blue gown that she was dressed in, the confusion deepened. She pushed at her mind, recalling, of Mustafar, of the twins, of... of Anakin. A gasp was given, quick and sharp, before her eyes darted around the room, panic rising.

It seemed to be some sort of a cantina, although Padmé couldn't say that she was familiar with it. That there were different species didn't seem to bother her, although none were known. Not a single face was recognized either, and as her hands settled over her stomach, Japor snippet dangling. Obi-Wan. Luke... Leia... She had been... But... But she had died. That was a truth, and she found herself working that over and over in her mind.

Even as she tilted her head, little flowers went raining down, and Padmé bent, picking them up, holding the white petals in her free hand. She had no explanation as to why or how this had happened- or even what had happened. Was this some afterlife? That her emotions were a jumble wasn't surprising. Too much had happened, and the knowledge of everything pressed up against her. She paused, eyes closed again, wanting nothing more than to cry, but also knowing that crying wasn't going to help her.

Swallowing, Padmé turned back towards the populated area, and started to make her way forward. "Pardon, but do you think I could- that is, where am I? What ship is this?"

cridhe

Jack had finally convinced the Doctor that they needed as much rest as she did. So they had left her alone in the room she was supposed to be sleeping in. The Doctor had given her the ring of his first wife. For a man who has tried to forget so much of Gallifrey, he really was a sentimental idiot. It was a black ring with silver Gallifreyan script written on it. The ring held a special power, he had said. It was something to keep her safe. But she had not been able to remove it. That was all right, she supposed. She trusted him, so if this was for her good, she would wear it. It was slightly too big to wear on her right ring finger, so she wore it on the middle finger of that hand instead.

She had accomplished so much - over a thousand years of running the calculations - and she was once again in flesh form. This time she was much more stable than she had been when the House had forced her into Idris' body. And she intended to remain this way as long as possible. It was with that thought she fell asleep.

She wakes with a gasp. When she looks around, she realises she is no longer in the bedroom Jack had provided for her. In fact, she can tell this place was in motion. It only takes her one look out the window to realise... she has no idea where she is. That is terrifying for her. She is used to being able to control the whole of Time and Space. And she can't tell much of anything. It's almost like this isn't her universe, but how is that even possible? Maybe this is just a nightmare. Jack and the Doctor had both mentioned they were fairly common. All she needs to do is wake herself up. She closes her eyes and then opens them again. "It is not working!"

Her voice has a melodic quality to it. Almost as if she were singing, if she were speaking another language. Now, she was starting to panic properly. She cries out, "Doctor? Jack?"

She looks around again. The place where she is looks like a place for socialising, only there are very few people around. She closes her eyes again, trying to calm herself. She can tell it is the period for a majority of humans to be sleeping. Well that explains the lack of others. She needed to find the Doctor and Jack. If she was here, perhaps they were as well. If she could not understand, perhaps it was something specific to flesh that they could explain to her.

To anyone who is around she will ask: "Excuse me, have you seen the Doctor or Jack?"

[ooc: I'm happy to backtag to this until I can post to the sickbay entry. I have something entirely different planned for that.]

not_the_question

This Doctor had been getting settled in on board the Enterprise - well as much as he can. He still baulks at the jabs he had to be given, but since they didn't contain anything that was harmful to him, he allowed for them.

Now, he has an agenda. He knows the TARDIS is somewhere on board and now that he has a map and listings, he's going to go there to find it.

( A: Plot Locked to Trever and his Cat )

B: TARDIS Cargo hold Plot: Open To All
After his adventure with Trever and his cat, the Doctor finally arrives at the cargo hold that is marked as containing the TARDIS. He sonics his way in (whether or not that was necessary) and looks around. Some of the items look familiar and others seem alien - even to him - which is saying something. It isn't long before he sees the TARDIS, standing there in all her glory. He confidently strides towards her. When he gets there, he gives a loving stroke to her. "Hello, Old Girl. Now, let's see about getting out of here."

( C: Plot Locked to Thea )

{{OOC: I'm happy to backtag however long people are interested in playing with these plots.}}

knight_2000

Tasha had asked him to meet her at Holodeck 3. It was a bit surprising, as he'd never before visited one of the Holodecks, though his curiosity about them was insatiable. He didn't know if he was allowed to use them, and never wanted to ask, for fear of disappointment. Being invited had him practically bouncing off the walls, most undignified for an AI, he knew. He had no idea what Tasha had planned, but he was sure to find out soon enough.

When he saw Tasha waiting there for him, his smile was wide and bright, all anticipation.

"You rang, sir?" A bit of twentieth-century humor, don't mind him.

ships_counselor

The look of Deanna Troi's table is worrying.

Maybe not to the untrained eye, of course. There is no screaming. There is no bleeding. There is no fighting, or crying, or deep distress. In fact, Deanna Troi, herself, is currently sitting at a table, one forearm resting on the table, the other balanced on an elbow, so her chin can rest in the palm of her hand, while she studies a PADD flat on the table in front of her.

Next to it, though, is a small bowl of chocolate ice cream.

That looks to have melted a while ago without her noticing.

Current Location: DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD

humandroid

Data is familiar with Ten Forward. Theoretically, he's familiar with all areas aboard the Enterprise, regardless of whether or not he should ever have reason to visit them during his service. Knowing one's way around the vessel they serve on is a necessary designation of memory space, by his reasoning.

Therefore, his issue with finding himself in Ten Forward is less with the location itself, and more with the fact that by his recollection, he'd been on the bridge .04 seconds ago. Internal chronometer diagnostics show no error, and diagnostics on a broader scope indicate no discrepancies in his software or hardware. But the current situation itself indicates that he must be experiencing some form of malfunction.

On that account, Data spends a few seconds surveying his surroundings with all the grace and blatant curiosity of a mildly affronted bird.

He can only conclude that this is Ten Forward. Those are Starfleet personnel. Yet not all of the individuals present reconcile with his knowledge of current personnel or civilian passengers. And there's undoubtedly a difference between his own uniform and the uniforms that the Starfleet personnel are wearing. Data aims to get the attention of the nearest person with a tap on the shoulder and a gentle "excuse me," the first of what may become a string of interrogative questing through Ten Forward to the nearest wall intercom; it would appear his combadge is no longer properly calibrated. He could theoretically re-calibrate his badge if necessary, and will likely do so regardless, but in a relatively urgent situation, haste could be said to take priority.

"Query." And here he pauses, surveying the lounge as though he'll mysteriously notice something that escaped his initial observations. Inconclusive. Nothing to miss. "How did I get here?"

It has long been considered a human condition to forget one's purpose when one reaches their intended destination, and that in itself bears a certain fascination. If he were capable of minor memory lapses of that nature, he would hardly need to question it. Not being capable of such lapses, however, leaves him lacking in logical explanations. His hope is that contacting the bridge or one of the bridge crew will put things into order.

If all else fails, he's likely to return to the scene of the incident later on in the day (or... the night), presumably with a more temporally-current uniform to his name. Be warned, however, that this is the point where interrogative questing has flipped over into his usual habits of personal questions and blatant human observance. He's open for conversation, but incredibly long-winded. That's a relatively standard risk when he's present.

tasha_yar

Tasha Yar had been dreaming. There'd been stars. She had touched the stars.

She coughed, but it didn't wake her fully.

The food had been laced with something again. Something that made you less hungry, but never fed you. Maybe she should be more content with it. She had, after all, dreamed of the stars. But now she was drenched in sweat while shivering. Her eyes played tricks on her. She still half perceived she was wrapped up tight in sheets. The room was neat and clean and had a bed in it. The other half was coming into focus. Her legs were dangled in debris from the Spring runoff. Her legs were coated in water and some kind of black, evil-smelling pitch or tar that was making her ill just to breathe.

"Have to get out," she mutters. But in her muddled state she can't break free. She's too small and she swears she hears the dark, dank water laugh.

She rips off the tangles and leaps for the...Is it a door?

Whatever it is - "Open, damn you!"

It obliges, sending her tumbling out into another room; a room she doesn't bother to examine before continuing to run.

super_seal

In the last handful of hours, Steve McGarrett had been in a plane crash, hand-to-hand combat with Wo Fat, a gun fight with the Yakuza, and a stand-off with Adam Noshimuri. He was tired, sore and still bloody, not taking time to clean up after reuniting with his team to escort Wo Fat to his holding cell.

Now that Wo Fat was secure, Steve was looking forward to getting home and having a shower. He expected Danny to show up at some point and the two would share a beer out on the lanai before bed. No better way to finish off what had been a stressful but overall productive day.

Leaving the jail, still dressed in his black cargo pants and T-shirt, he headed out to his truck with a smile on his face. He could feel the pull of the bruises and cuts with the smile - the double angled-line shallow cuts on his right cheek and the split and swollen lip on the left side of his mouth. Using his thumb he gently touched the cut on his left forehead, thankful to find it had stopped bleeding but had no doubt that his left eye and cheek was going to be a nice shade of black and blue by morning.

Suddenly, in between one step and the next, he’s no longer outside crossing the prison parking lot but… He stops short eyes darting around. He has no idea where he actually is.

Crouching slightly he’s instantly ready for action. His right hand instantly moves to rest on his gun in it’s holster on his hip, while his left is held out slightly from his body, ready to defend himself or pull the knife that stored in his boot.

Eyes wide he scans his new surroundings. It looks like a restaurant of some sort. Tables and chairs throughout with a bar running along one wall. The other wall a bank of windows with what appears to be outer space on the other side. Steve frowns, confused. Where the hell is he?!

Where he is exactly is a question that he needs answered but it’s not the current priority. He’s still assessing for threats, although he notices that the people around him seem to be relaxed. Enjoying dinner or a drink at the bar.

What the hell?!

Current Location: Ten Forward

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

tasha_yar

Tasha hadn't want to scare anyone - or worse - have their pity. She'd been here on some nights before, but always in disguise and making it a point to watch, but not interact, with anyone. Also, she didn't like to admit it, but she loved make-up. Not the kind that Deanna or Beverly wore to bring out their features. That kind of make-up wasn't for her. It didn't feel right on. She didn't like extra attention regarding her appearance; a holdover from Turkana IV, she supposed.

But make-up to disguise? To conceal who and what you were and be able to become someone else? She had an incredible love of that. She justified her enjoyment by its usefulness as a skill, but it was more than that. It was a chance to be someone without the burden of duty or a past. Someone more normal - unless the part called for something else.

The risk of discovery also played a big part in both the thrill of the challenge and the growing irritation at her self-imposed isolation. Tasha justified it easily. She might disappear at any moment - or maybe even drop dead - because "dead" was still her official status, though Picard had assured her the wheels of bureaucracy were getting a firm push regarding all that. Starfleet's reluctance was understandable with all the strange happenings onboard the ship, but it gnawed at her patience. She didn't want to upend anyone's life, but she missed them! It would also mean opening herself up to stacks of unfinished business, too, but she was tired of avoiding her friends - even is she still thought keeping her distance might remain the best course of action.

At least her insistence on isolation had gotten her caught up on as much security information and protocols a civilian had access to. Well, a civilian and a cadet. It turned out the Academy hadn't cancelled her alumni access. There wasn't much dangerous in that, but "not much" wasn't "nothing" by a longshot. She'd have to talk to them about that.

Tasha's tired of keeping to herself and making Aggie feel like she's rooming with a crazy hermit. Tonight, she's keeping her "disguise" to a hooded sweatshirt. It's time to go Ten Forward, to stop being someone else, face what, if anything, comes of it.

writes_with_digital_ink

Today there's an Orion in the lounge.

Gaila's not an infrequent visitor to the place: sometimes for a meal, sometimes for a drink, sometimes just to people-watch and get out of her room and maybe have a conversation with someone who isn't her tiny roommate (she likes Sinthia, she's very fond of her, but the girl still hasn't hit double-digits).

Today is - from her point of view - no exception. It's a day where she's feeling a little flat and numb, where things aren't quite going right and she just wants to crawl into bed and sleep for days. Instead, she's tossed on some clothes (light-weight skirt, light-weight tunic, multi-coloured and flowing), pulled her hair back into its normal knotted ponytail, grabbed her PADD and gone to Ten Forward to claim a drink and a table.

However, today is a day where it seems the cliches about the women of her species have more truth than normal. While she's not aware of it just yet, the men in Ten Forward keep looking at her far, far more then normal.

[ooc: Hi! So, for this EP, Gaila is unconsciously giving off a pheromone whammy. If your character is biologically male, she's very, very attractive and they'll start to have heightened adrenaline longer they are in her immediate vicinity, with a couple exceptions. Canonically, I think only Vulcans and thus Romulans are mentioned as being immune: male Denobulans are shoved into their sleep-cycle. If character isn't attracted to women, the 'sexy' probably won't kick in, but she's still compelling as hell. Non-human from non-Star Trek worlds, up to your discretion! Biologically female and tag in, and characters might wind up with a faint headache eventually.

The effects of Orion pheromones are worse the longer people are in the vicinity (think days for it to be dramatic) but once Gaila works out what's going on, she'll put herself into quarantine for a week. And apologize.

A lot.

Any questions, feel free to PM me or leave an OOC comment here!]

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.

paroxysmen

The Enterprise. Just as it had been when she herself was here, years ago. The shock of the change in setting melts away almost instantly, as she rises from the chair she was seated in, and spins slowly, measuring every detail of Ten Forward against her perfect memory. It's all exactly as it was before she died. But how?

Her mind reels through thousands of possibilities in fractions of a second. Some are more likely than others, but of course, she'd much rather find out through interaction than probability. It would be more fun that way.

Quickly, she moves to the bar, and then behind it. Disregarding the fact that it may be wrong of her to do as she pleases, being nearly a stranger now on a Federation ship, she begins mixing a drink. All of the bottles are just where they were in her last days aboard this particular ship, and she finds everything she needs without a thought. All of her concentration is poured into the glass before her.

"Excuse me, everyone!" She announces loudly to all the patrons, setting aside the bottle in hand, and making a sweeping motion to the glass in front of her. "Would anyone like a drink? It is the favorite of a dear friend, and a drink that my own dear father taught me to mix-- In the traditional style. I'd be honored to share this drink with all of you."

Her short speech finished, she smiles and taps the edge of the glass, causing the Samarian Sunset to produce its trademark swirl of golden coloring.

decideformyself

Philip hadn't gotten much sleep. For one, it was hard to tell what time of day it was, stuck inside with most of the computer systems down -- not that "time of day" and "sleep" ever really correlated for him in the first place. It was more important to try and learn everything he could about how these computer systems worked, and without information from the Gaia Library to guide him that meant he had to figure it out the hard way: Like a normal person.

He was pretty sure that something like twenty-four hours had passed since the earthquake, but it was hard to be sure. They'd at least managed to get the vital systems back online. But that left the problem of them still being stuck with no way to contact the Enterprise. They had to fix that, too, somehow.

electro_kinetic

With the first rumble and crack and the elastic sound of concrete and metal shifting and splitting comes, to Noriko, a clarity of thought not common in the last few months. She's been in crumbling buildings before--though notably not because of a naturally-occurring earthquake--and no matter how frightening the repetition is there's at least some knowledge to fall back on.

She shoves the nearest few people under tables or steady protrusions; anything that will deflect debris and avoid crushed bodies. And she herself curls up in a protected void of rock, head down and arms over her neck; she can only hope other people take it as a cue to follow suit. But the protracted moment passes, thankfully, and Nori heard plenty of screaming, but nothing that sounded like people dying.

There's dirt and dust and broken rock everywhere when the rumbles quiet and cease, though; she stands and messily brushes her face off, and that's when she calls out to the rest of the room. "Everyone okay? Is anyone hurt or trapped? Make some noise, let us know you're not dead!"

ten_fwd_npcs

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

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

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

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

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

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

defendergirl

[ Just before ... ]

The doors slide open, as spaceship doors do, to a truly interesting array of characters sitting, chatting, eating and drinking within this space Lieutenant Barclay referred to as 'Ten Forward'.

Rose had been curious to see just who Q had chosen to bring onto this ship; and while she won't really know anything until she starts to talk to people, she's quite certain it'll be difficult to spot a pattern - if there is one.

One thing's for sure, though. She's glad the Doctor is here with her. He's her tether of familiarity, which is actually a bit funny, considering how ... not afraid, but wary? she'd been of him in the very beginning when he'd changed faces. And now? Now she's glad for this face. She feels safe with this face, the way she'd felt safe with his previous (maroon jumper, leather jacket wearing) one.

"So this is it," she says as the Doctor comes to stand beside her. "The people Q's chosen for whatever he's got planned. And then us."

She wants to take his hand right now, as something like a reassurance, maybe, but she won't.

[ note: two pups, two muns! tag one, tag both - come greet the Doctor and his Companion! ]

mr_laforge

Tonight, the doors of Ten Forward open to admit one operations officer coming straight from Main Engineering. There isn't likely anyone on the ship who looks more frustrated or more tired than Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge does right now.

He enters in his standard gold uniform, one of the larger PADDs clutched against his side. He's off duty at the behest of the captain, who demanded he get some rest. The mysteries surrounding engineering won't be solved with their chief engineer worked to exhaustion, after all. They likely won't be solved until Q damn well decides to turn the lights back on, so to speak. But that didn't mean Geordi wasn't going to do everything in his power to get the systems back on-line. If they didn't get moving soon, they were going to run out of vital supplies.

He finds an empty table and sits in a heap, rubbing his temples. He considers removing his VISOR to make massaging his tension away easier, but he's even too tired to do that. The PADD in front of him displays his latest diagnostics on the warp core.

"I need a drink," he mumbles out loud, wondering how much sleep he'll manage tonight.

( ooc: Hi all! As mentioned in the OOC comm, your chief engineer is in Ten Forward tonight to discuss engineering with any interested characters. If your character is a brainiac who's been looking for something to do, maybe they can help out. Preemptive warning that while Geordi is a genius at what he does, I am not. I may have to handwave some Star Trek sciencey-wiency details, but it should be fun nonetheless! Come say hi and grouse about being stuck in space. )

knight_2000

He was powered down for the evening, snug and secure in the trailer of the semi as they headed west towards Los Angeles. Another mission successfully completed, another set of routine repairs endured. It wasn’t Michael’s fault; it was simply the nature of the beast. No matter how indestructible his shell, the car still suffered normal wear and tear of its mechanical moving parts, just like any other car. Now he was ensconced in the bay, only minimally aware of the quiet rumblings of the tractor-trailer as it made its way along the highway.

There was a bright flash, and then it was quiet. KITT couldn’t have even been sure it wasn’t a product of his imagination, except for the fact that AIs didn’t have imaginations. And the air, the air was different. The semi’s air had been close, almost stuffy, even with air conditioning. The air his sensors was detecting now was warmer, with a definite hint of draft. Bringing himself up to full power, his scanner began tracking slowly back and forth, a whispering sweep of ruby across his prow. He might have dismissed the flash as feedback in his circuitry. He might have rationalized the change in the air to a faulty sensor. What he couldn’t rationalize, explain, or even dismiss, was the fact that he no longer appeared to be in the semi at all. Unless all of his chips had simultaneously suffered a catastrophic failure, unless this was some sort of AI afterlife, unless he’d suddenly become able to dream, even - he would have to accept the fact that what his scanners were telling him was true - he was no longer in Kansas, so to speak. He was instead tucked into a corner of what appeared to be a... nightclub lounge? That couldn't possibly be right. He might have had a hypothesis for what had happened to him, and a good one. The semi must have been ambushed, waylaid on the lonely stretch of highway they’d been traveling through. The flash must have occurred when he’d somehow been deactivated, in his powered-down state, before he could react. And now, he was booting up to find that he’d been transported somewhere else, somewhere - no. He couldn't reconcile the lounge. It might all have made sense, if disturbing to contemplate, but no one would be so ridiculous as to choose this setting to dump him into. There must be something wrong with his circuitry. Something neither he nor Bonnie had caught upon his and Michael's return. Maybe she was working on him right now, trying to restore him to some semblance of normal. Yes. That must be it. He was malfunctioning, and for some reason his databanks were compensating by creating an image of this lounge in an attempt to make sense of what was happening.

It sounded a ridiculous explanation, even to him, but he couldn't fathom any other explanation. He fervently hoped that Bonnie would get him repaired, and soon.

He had to admit, for being figments of his damaged mind, the lounge and its occupants were remarkably detailed and life-like.

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Ten Forward Social Lounge

closed & open

Walk on the Ocean [OTA]

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

Meeting Geordi

Holodeck | OTA

[PARTY] New Year's Eve Movie Marathon in Room #0144! OTA!

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The Lonely God

OTA: Bonnies winked in

o n e ❂ ten forward

I stole a Time Lord and I ran away (Ten Forward - OTA)

Intro-ish Post (With Options)

Reality, Illusions, and the Things in Between

DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD

OTA; arrival;

Night Terror

OTA | Arrival

Mountie on the Enterprise

(Open) The Stranger

Ten Forward Lounge - OTA

Chocolate Milk

re-intro because canon update - In Ten Forward

Team 2: Systems Are Down (Part 2)

Team 2: Systems Are Down (Main Room)

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

first entrance

[Ten Forward] +1 Unhappy Engineer

Have a confused car

Ten Forward

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