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As much as Andrew does his best to keep Bernie entertained sometimes it just doesn't work out the way the young boy would like. Today is one of those days especially given that Andrew had been fighting off a slight head cold for the past few days. Bernie was feeling restless so the moment Andrew wasn't fully paying attention?

"BERNIE!" The dog is off! Racing past humans, and others, to go find something to do.

Somehow Bernie is fully capable of evading people. The dog is very good at running even if his owner isn't so today is a day in which Bernie intends to find all of the interesting things to sniff out.

dresdensluck

Harry was worried and tired. Exhausted, really. Harry had started realizing that there were more kids than usual recently. At first he thought Q was just being particularly cruel and bringing in kids without their parents. It seemed like the sort of chaotic thing Q might do. But as time went on, and the number of the new kids grew, he realized that the people in the ship were somehow being turned themselves. Which led to him now working in his rooms to try to figure out if he could help, somehow, with his magic. He had been slaving at it night and day, but even a wizard who liked to help others needed a break.

Hence, Harry was in Ten Forward today, scarfing down some food, staring at nothing at all, and wishing he had a rather large bat to hit Q with whenever the crazy being came up with a new thing to create more chaos. He had, with some reluctance, left all of his research in his room, and was sitting alone in one corner, hoping he would revive his tired mind enough to keep working some more before he fell asleep working. Again.

voiceofthefounders

Sitting in Ten Forward, with a mug of Andorian Cream Tea in front of him is one certain Vorta. He has a PADD in his hand, indulging himself in some classic Cardassian literature from the ship's computer, occasionally pausing to take a sip from the mug. He looks calm, collected and, well, relaxed. A stark contrast, likely, to how most of the ship's compliment are feeling.

He's noticed an increase in smaller beings running around, Children, he assumes, noticing some similarities between them and some of the crew and displaced persons. He's considered the fact that Q had something to do with this, and discarded the idea from his head. It isn't affecting him, and even if people are being turned to children, it still may not affect him.

So, he's going to sit here, engrossed in his book, occasionally looking up to see who may be entering the lounge... He wasn't above imposing himself on others, after all. Who knows what he might learn through idle conversation.

ten_fwd_npcs

There's something different about Sickbay today.

If you are new to the ship, you may not notice any difference at all; however, for those who have been on the Enterprise for a while, it's impossible to miss. While, usually, the ship's CMO is on duty to assist new arrivals and the rest of the medical crew, she's nowhere to be seen. Dr. Beverly Crusher of this universe and timeline has gone missing. While the crew work to meet this new challenge, Dr. Julian Bashir has stepped in as the ship's interim CMO, with all the duties and responsibilities that entails. Here's hoping this is an easy day in Sickbay...

For those entering for the first time, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. You may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.

There's nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to catching new diseases. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open for backtagging! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. If you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. Since Dr. Crusher has been apped as a PC this month, she will not be seeing any patients until she decides to resume her responsibilities as CMO. Julian Bashir will be taking her place as head of the medical staff for the time being, so if anyone needs to thread fallout from that or ask him questions, he will have a toplevel you can tag. For everyone else getting standard checkups, tag in specifying which doctor you would prefer in the subject line of your tag, otherwise one will leap on you as they are available. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

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

effingblind

Danny was on his way back home from his weekly appointment with Dr. Evans. His cane was folded away and tucked in his back jeans pocket, and he was using his hand to guide along the buildings as he headed home. His ma was cooking for the whole family, and even Jay was stopping by, so he was eager to get back.

He was coming up on the little market, planning on grabbing a granny smith apple as he went by, when there was a shift---and everything seemed to change suddenly. There wasn't brick under his fingers, in fact there wasn't anything but air, and he came to an abrupt stop. He couldn't smell the crates of fresh fruit that usually stood outside the store. He couldn't hear the bustling sounds coming from the street.

Wherever this was, it sounded like there were people, like a crowded night at Pietro's. Was it some kind of prank? Was Larry breaking his balls over the blood oath thing? God, he was such a pussy sometimes.

He gave a nervous chuckle, and felt around his immediate area, managing to bump into the corner of a table. He stopped then, and frowned.

"Right. Okay, Larry, this---this is a good one." He couldn't smell his usual cologne close by though. Patchouli. This was getting a little annoying and a lot unsettling.

"Seriously. That's enough."

Okay. Maybe this wasn't a practical joke of some kind. He raised his voice a little, hoping to catch someone's attention.

"Excuse me, does anyone want to tell me where the hell I am?"

southernreaper

Arrival (Locked to Magneto):

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” The scream echoes down the hallway, shrill in the way that only a teenage boy can reach. One who is terrified. He’s not sure what is going on, but he wants to not be touched. There are too many people, too close to him.

Kevin tries the calming techniques that Miss Frost had taught him. Nothing is working. His mind swirls around a morass of terror and the need to strike out. But if he strikes out, if he reaches, then his power wins and he’s going to be lost again.

His most recent home has been an FBI holding cell. Now, he’s… he doesn’t know where he is. There’s a starfield outside the windows opposite him. To either side, cool grey hallways go on to infinity. Or maybe that’s the panic talking.

He stares at the people surrounding him. Some are wearing uniforms that he doesn’t understand and doesn’t recognize. Others are wearing clothes that he doesn’t know either. Had the Shi’ar captured him? Skrulls? Who else is supposed to be their extraterrestrial allies and foes? He’d missed that class, probably. What with being arrested by the FBI.

His hand creaks inside of his glove. “Stay back. Don’t touch me.” He orders, much less shrill, but no less panicked. If they touch him… he doesn’t want to think of the consequences. He’s seen them too much already.

Kevin has many questions. Like where is he? Who are these people? But he can’t ask. He wants them to stay back, because his power… his touch… it’ll all go wrong. “Please, just stay back.” The last is almost pleading. The roaring inside his mind is getting worse. He wants to touch. All it would take is an inch of skin showing at the edge of his glove. It’d be so simple.

“I said stay back. Can’t you listen?” He knows that this will probably get very bad, very quickly. Kevin raises scared green eyes to the person approaching him. “What’s going on?” The panic is receding, the coldness of the want of his power beginning to take its place.

After Med Bay (OTA):

Kevin finally slips his minder and goes exploring himself. He ends up in Ten Forward, looking out the windows at the starfield. He can't believe that this is actually happening to him. He's in a starship, in space, and he's no longer in that FBI cell. He cannot believe it.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he takes a deep breath then looks around. Well, at least, he can see people again. He hears a noise behind him and turns to look, taking an instinctive step back. He doesn't want to hurt anyone. Not now, not ever.

midnighthour

Kitty paced back and forth her eyes flicking over towards the wide windows that displayed her new predicament. This was just great! Put a werewolf in a box with a bunch of people and no place to run. Even without the moon she felt the pull of the wolf at her senses. It was only a few weeks away but then it was always a few weeks away.

It hadn't been a problem until now.

She could smell everything in the room and it was making her dizzy. The sting of metal and polish. The scent of those walking through the bar; soap, sweat, perfume. She could smell the strange food and drinks that were scattered throughout the room. There was something off about this whole place.

She paused moving back towards the bar sitting and resting her head in her palms. She had to pull herself together but it was so hard without anyone else here. Why had she left her pack? Why did she think that was a good idea? Her best friend was dead because of her.

Kitty glanced up at the bartender and waved at him to get a drink. Could she even do her show here? That was her life, she had given up everything for her show and that was taken from her too. A growl rippled in her chest and it took her a moment to calm herself.

Pull yourself together kitty.

She chanced one more look around the room, her wolf gazing through her stare. It smelled weird here. A soft clink pulled her attention back to the bar and she quickly downed the amber liquid winching at the strange taste of her drink.

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After Sickbay

Once she was cleared she walked around the ship, curiously inspecting the many halls and many levels she was allowed to travel. She felt more comfortable after speaking with the doctors. She didn't really care if they knew about her disease considering it had a chance of harming those around her.

She didn't want that.

Kitty took her time walking around the ship and would ask questions to anyone willing to answer her. It wasn't so hard for her to get used to the strange smells though she would wrinkle her nose when something new touched her senses. She could feel her wolf pacing, caught in a cage or more specifically a spaceship. Kitty was waiting to see Darth Vader come around the corner.

She'd have to find the holodeck to see if it could fool the primal creature that tugged at her senses.

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