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[ Previously, on the bridge... ]


It is abundantly clear why Guinan called him to Ten Forward the instant the doors slide open. The room is crawling with people who, last this captain checked, were not part of the ship's complement. None of them are acting violently, but there are some raised voices, and more than a few angry and confused faces.

"What is all this?" he says, voice raised, though he doesn't expect an answer. The security officers accompanying him move into the room immediately, while Lieutenant Worf stops at his side.

"Your orders, sir?" Worf asks, his deep voice strained.

"Do not use force unless absolutely necessary," Picard replies. "These people look confused. I do not believe they are meant to harm us, as some of Q's previous manifestations. Until we know what is going on, assess where the devil they came from, and escort any to the brig if they do not cooperate."

The Lieutenant nods, and joins his underlings among the crowd. Meanwhile, Guinan has approached Captain Picard.

"They just appeared out of nowhere. There was a small flash of light, and one by one..." she says, gesturing to the room. Her brow furrows. "Is it—?"

"Q? Yes," Picard answers. "Has anyone tried to cause any trouble so far?"

She shakes her head, and Picard nods. It is a small blessing, though he's no closer to understanding what Q's game is than he had been when he left the bridge. With all these people, he can't help but feel as though he is looking for a needle in a haystack. Still, there must be a reason for them to be here, and confound it all, he will unravel this puzzle and set his ship back to rights.

"Damn it, Q," he mutters, stepping into the room.


[ooc: Here, have a starship captain! Picard may not be the most helpful right now, as he is also trying to work out what is happening, but he can answer questions for any of the newcomers to the best of his abilities. If you'd like Worf or one of the other security officers, specify whom when you tag in and I'll see what I can do!]
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By no means was this Leonard McCoy's day.

First the crew of the Enterprise was starting a five year mission in space with God only knew what facing them and now he was ripped away from the bridge, and not by choice. He was not in the mood for games.

But looking around the room told him that this wasn't a normal game. There was something wrong. There were people here, people he didn't know. Although their five year mission had barely started, he was given the registrar of everyone on board, pictures included. So many unfamiliar places meant, either, the registrar information was incomplete or, more likely, he was taken from the ship. If it was the latter, Jim would be looking for him. Five year mission delayed or not, Leonard would be aboard that ship.

Until then, he'd have to find a way back himself. He started peering around to the people in the room, trying to figure out the least number of people he could talk to in order to figure out what happened.

And he doesn't look happy about any of this at all.

First Entrance

2014-May-15, Thursday 09:04 pm
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She had been in her father's office--or what passed for it--looking out the wide, wide windows set into the side of the mountain. The snow is quiet and peaceful and she likes spending a while watching the flakes and needles of it falling.

Sinthia is, then, very tense when she appears in Ten Forward, because now, she is most definitely not where she was. There is no snow in the stars here, out the window where she was facing, and she did not move. She's very sure of that; there's a noticeable lack of, well, everything when she teleports that most people would find excessively disturbing.

The little girl in the clean but plain black and grey clothes whirls around to look at the room at large, eyes wide and surprised.

Not Very Nice

2014-May-15, Thursday 09:05 pm
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That was so rude. You didn't just pick people---or non people--up and hurl them around the universes just for fun. It was such bad form--not to mention not very nice at all. It wasn't a good way to make friends. If someone wanted something, how about asking? She was surprised how many people didn't do that.

Trance looked around, but the presence that had overpowered her was gone. Too bad too, whoever it was, they deserved a piece of her mind. And maybe a bit more. But as the avatar took stock of the situation, she realized it was worse than she had originally thought. The people around her were from different places in space and time, dimensions and universes. Things were messed up. At least time itself seemed intact. The fabric of space time hadn't exactly been ripped open, nothing was seeping like a festering wound. It was neat. Surgical. Annoying.

So, she decided to do the only thing she could. She tapped people on the shoulder and said hi. It couldn't hurt to be friendly.

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.

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