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When Kristen heard about the whole idea of Father's Day she made a painful but needed decision, she was finally going to say a proper goodbye to her father (who along with her mother had died in a freak car wreck her junior year of college). So as she stood outside the holodeck she chose her usual GCPD HQ program, her thinking was something normal would make this a little less painful.

Boy was she wrong.

Her father showed up in the screen of a records annex computer and over the next two hours a mountain of unshed tears were falling and things held back for years finally came into the light. She still had no real much less new insights into the crash that had been the cause of their deaths but compared to a few months ago it made a little more sense. But after sharing news from Gotham Kristen was finally able to say a proper goodbye to her parents. After her father faded from the computer screen she locked the annex door and gave into her emotions, crying for what felt like hours but was maybe 20 minutes.

Afterwards she dried her eyes, slammed 3 cups of tea and was back in to botany labs making lists, getting files in proper order and being the normal helpful crisis archivist. But the red rimmed eyes could make anyone not in the know wonder what had happened to the younger woman.

In the meantime Kristen was lost in work, the only thing that was making sense to calm a newly aching and mending anew heart. But she did promise herself a good long cry the second she was alone.

*At least some secrets are still secrets* knowing there was things she could still not talk about much less face like her ex.
(Headcanon alert: thanks to Gotham's lack of any real info I have it that Kristen lost her parents during college.)
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(Plant plot! She's no green thumb but is good with research and keeping things tidy.)

Once it had been discovered by a science officer that Kristen was an experienced archivist and file clerk (abet in law enforcement) she was quickly drafted to help come up with a system to let the colony find whatever was needed to keep the gardens going and the greenhouse running smoothly. And to her surprise Kristen had thrown herself into the task with both feet, finding ways to put the new system into plain English as well as lending the science officers a hand with plant research in general.

But in all honestly this was the happiest she has been in weeks: not only was Kristen finally getting to feel useful but this was worthwhile work and not just sitting in classes all day. So at the moment she was quite happily ankle deep (to borrow the expression) in research as she worked on yet another set of notes for a different research team. She was also smiling since a couple of officers had given her encouragement to try for a civilian archivist position,"Even when there is not a crisis we can use the help, sure you may come from law enforcement but you learn fast." which was a boost to her low confidence.

For now as Kristen works on yet another set of notes for a team heading to the planet her skirt seemed to swish around her as her kitten heels clicked on the lab floor, a sign of actual happiness?

But for now please come poke the nerd and remind her to eat?
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(Plotlocked to DJ and CW for in canon violence (Gotham))

Kristen also had noticed the flicking lights during her walk to the lounge and figured it was a simple fluke. "Reminds me of a power surge at home." she mused. But she knew it was not that simple since there was no sign of anyone peeking in to let her know what was going on. "Its going to be ok." she reminded herself,"You're going to Ten Forward for a cup of tea with DJ, he wanted to know how I did in Starship Tech and I promised another tale of Gotham." she reminded herself as she walked, her kitten heels making a graceful click as she went into the lounge and got a pot of tea while waiting for her friend to arrive.

But her eyes spoke another story, Kristen was on the verge of a pretty massive flashback of the night GCPD was shot to bits.

The flicking lights were not helping things...
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(Partially Plotlocked to Peggy Carter, Marion Scotts, Magento, Matt Murdock and Shadow. CW for in canon violence (Gotham) and mental health issues, also includes possible spoilers for late season 1/very early season 2 of Gotham)

Kristen Kringle had a secret. )
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Kristen at first made nothing of rattling off odd facts since it was something she had been known to do at home. But the sudden spurts of riddles was the biggest clue along with basically soaking up everything from facts to taking apart a broken comm badge and quickly putting it back together. "Ok, this is offically going into the land of freaky." but quickly quoting,"What's nowhere but everywhere expect where something is?" before muttering song lyrics under her breath. "Ok, this feels scary so find the one person who can help AKA Jonas." grabbing her PADD before going to locate the only person she could think of with something like this. But anyone could see Kristen was on the verge of a pretty massive freak out while muttering every make of bullet and gun found within the GCPD to stay calm.
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Martha had been out of Glaxcin just long enough to start to feel like maybe she could have a normal life. For a definition of normal that involved working for UNIT against alien invasions and having the Doctor's phone number programmed into her phone, at any rate. Her weirdometer had been uniquely calibrated for a while.

Suddenly being in a bar was still at least a seven though. Not being able to remember how one left the pub was one thing, but this was rather the opposite. "Again? Really?" She sounds more... annoyed, than anything. If this place is anything like Glaxcin... she'd rather liked regular meals, once she got back to them.

But, time to assess. A quick glance down reveals that she's still wearing her own clothing. That was something, she definitely hadn't missed the Warden's incredible fashion sense. And her surroundings... no obvious danger. And viewports... "Space. Well then." It hasn't been that long, since the Doctor had just popped by. But still.
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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
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It's hard for her to believe that Rory has been gone a whole year now. Her Raggedy Man has finally come, and she thought once that had happened Rory would be back, but no such luck yet. She's been keeping a close eye on her Doctor for fear he disappears on her, too.

On the contrary, more of him keep showing up.

Christmas set her in a mood. She wants to do something for the Doctors; a dinner party or fancy dress, maybe. He likes that. In all the time she's travelled in the TARDIS it's never felt lonely, but out here she misses her family and her husband, and the Doctor is all she really has. Even her daft flatmate has gone missing. Without her permission, to add insult.

So, it's distraction that puts her in Ten Forward tonight, for the most part. That and she's been down to the planet they're currently at, and seeing all the happy faces and peaceful couples set her in another mood. A mood to meddle. Annie's gone and gotten herself married, which means Amy is in the market for somebody new to give her the good gossip.

♥    Amy Pond's Blind Dating Service    ♥


She's got a sign on her table, and another two on the doors going in and out of the lounge with her table number written on it. Currently she's sitting with her legs crossed, doodling flowers and little tornadoes in the margins of her clipboard paper, waiting for her first unsuspecting victim client.


[OOC: ETA a top-level specifically for the IC sign-up sheet. If you want to establish IC your character signing up without threading with Amy you can post them in on this top-level, or leave it OTA so others can tag you with reactions, questions, comments, etc!]

Pacifica

2016-Feb-07, Sunday 02:12 pm
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(OTA for all options!)

(Option 1: Submersible Research Institute)

Kristen's inner nerd could not pass this up so she signed up for a public tour of the Submersible Research Institute. She was curious and if she was being honest she knew just being among new things would keep her mind from spinning out of control. But then her skirt made her stick out like a sore thumb as she left post tour.

(Option 2: Marketplace)

With several upcoming events to consider Kristen decided to explore a marketplace near one of the beaches. But she was struck by a stall of flowers and bought one to stick into her ponytail, getting into the spirit of the island after all. Of course that was when she was hit by a sudden mood swing: going from depressed and moody to much lighter. "Can't explain it, must be the change of scene and actual sunshine." she mused as she walked around, hoping to simply soak up the scene and maybe find something to drink in the process.

(Option 3: Beach)

Kristen was hidden under an umbrella since she was mostly beach front to people watch. But at the same time a little part of her was wanting to be among the action, again it was something she could not explain. And in another small leap of faith her skirt had become walking shorts (enough to still feel covered up but also trying to fit in a bit more).
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Much like it has for other weddings and parties, the lounge has been transformed. The tables have been rearranged to open up a dance-floor, and the decorations are done in turquoise and white, with nets draped over various corners and hanging down from the ceiling and gold and silver accents here and there. There are also touches of whimsy, like the lights shaped in the form of sails (or is it shark fins?) and the little shells and plaster starfish, crabs, dolphins scattered around the place. Maybe even the occasional tiny boat. Nobody who knows Panem could doubt which District the bridal pair come from.

Although District Four wedding traditions call for a small gathering of family and friends, Annie and Finnick have opened the party up to whomever wants to join in, no matter if they know them or not. Announcements have been made and posted, and once the guests have returned from the reception, the party is ready to start.

Everyone's welcome. There's drinks and a buffet full of snack food chosen by the bride. And the dance floor is well and truly open. So come in, find a chair, find some friends or make new ones, and enjoy yourself.

[ OOC: PARTY POST. Everyone is welcome! Come, mingle, eat, dance, drink, have FUN! Feel free to chat to the happy couple, but they're a tiny bit lost in each other at the moment, so make sure you specify if you want one of them and we'll send them to say hi!

There are designated sub-threads for mingling at the buffet and for dancing but feel free to start your own top-levels with other things too. ]
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Kristen had slipped into the lounge on a mission: a quiet place to study and a nice cup of tea before bed. But in reality she was not exactly dealing with things very well at the moment. Kristen hid the fact she had been dealing with things from before Q made her into a cosmic plaything (mostly her lack of confidence along with a nasty bit of time she can't make herself talk about) along with the shooting that happened when she was grabbed. But for the moment she swallowed her emotions and went to going over her data PADD one more time due to class in the morning. Thankfully classes were keeping her busy and she did enjoy the give and take of the lectures.

But she did forget anyone passing by could hear her musing aloud. "Let's see, finish prep for Warp Theory & Starship Tech class in the morning, a nice cup of tea for some private time, look into a proper onboard position and decide on a skirt for class." making a to-do list as she worked.
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Eleven saw Clara's name on the rooming list during the holiday party, and he found it odd that he hadn't seen her as of yet. Maybe she was spending time with one of the other hims, and he planned on ignoring those feelings of jealousy that swelled up in his stomach thinking about that.

So, since everyone winds up in Ten Forward at some point or other, that's where the Doctor planned on spending the foreseeable future. Eventually, Clara would appear, or Amy, or maybe someone else that he hadn't talked to just yet.

Eleven sat at a table near the window eating his favorite food, fish fingers and custard, something he assumed someone would question him on. Maybe. Eventually.
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Previously, on Warehouse 13... )

Ping!

Ten Forward has a new guest: a brunette approaching middle-aged, hair shaggy, wearing an AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans. And purple latex gloves. Come on, we know it's not the weirdest thing you've seen all day.

He blinks at the room, back straightening, and then turns left and right. "Say whaaaaaaaaaa...?"

Okay, that's a lot of space outside those windows. He's been abducted by aliens! Cool. No, wait, not cool. This is not cool, Pete. Except for the fact that it totally is. It's lucky for the ship that what he had been holding before he was jumped here did not make the trip with him, or else there would be a whole lot more excitement to go along with his arrival. And okay, so maybe he blew it as far as great first words when making first contact goes (he could have said, "One small step," or, "We come in peace," or even better, "Take me to your leader"), but for all the weird voodoo someone starts to expect when they've been working for the Warehouse, getting zapped into another dimension still isn't something the manual trains you for. Or maybe it is. He doesn't know, he hasn't read all of it yet. But he has read it, so ha! Take that, Mrs. F.

Wait, where was he? Oh yeah! "...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" He looks to the left. He looks to the right. He looks to the left again NO, FAKE-OUT! Back to the right. Pete is turning in circles like a dog that's just lost his favorite tennis ball. "Uh. Guys?"

They were just here a minute ago. "... Are we on the Enterprise? Guys?"

Ooh, cookies! Pete snaps one up from a plate on a nearby table, and takes a bite. What? They were just sitting there. A lonely cookie has to be eaten.


[ooc: please come mess with Agent Lattimer, but as a quick heads-up: Pete is an overgrown kid and a giant pop culture and comics nut, so if you play a Marvel or DC character or someone from popular media, chances are very good he'll recognize you. There will be no fourth walling or canon puncturing, but if you have concerns PLEASE feel free to send me a message here or on plurk: [plurk.com profile] gabbynormal, and if I'm worried I may poke you before tagging back! Thanks, everyone!]
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If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.

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


[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! 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. There will be a post up in the OOC comm shortly with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]
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Meanwhile in Gotham City... )

When the light faded away a young woman skidded across the floor of the lounge and landed quite painfully against a table. In the process her skirt was quickly snagged by a bank of chairs and in the process she was left quite banged up. The landing and floor skid combo not only left her with a nasty wrenched back she was also covered in bruises, twisted her ankle, badly trashed her knee, sprained her wrist and has a mild concussion from hitting the table as hard as she did. In the process her glasses also went flying, landing far from where she was and getting damaged in the process. She was also quite disheveled looking but that was to be expected.

That was when Kristen Kringle realized this was not the squad room or even Gotham City. This was something else altogether and she knew it. But when she tried to get off the floor her knee and ankle decided to buckle and sent her right back to the floor. So she decided to see if anyone had seen her glasses as a way of maybe either getting unstuck from where she was or maybe getting some answers.

"Anyone see a pair of glasses go flying by?" came the small but very female voice from the floor. Anyone within earshot however could easily sense the panic in her voice: something had happened but just what had happened?

What really scared her was simply asking for help in the first place.

Ten Forward

 
Welcome to Ten Forward, a pan-galactic, pan-fandom social lounge for the weary intergalactic traveler. Set on the Enterprise (NCC-1701-D), any character from any established or original canon may appear at random. The fun is what happens next.

(This is a role playing community. Please visit the profile for more information.)
 

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