ten_fwd | Entries tagged with minoru

He'd gone to the holodeck to train, setting the location on random rotation to up the difficulty. What he wasn't expecting was for one of those locations to look just like the master bedroom of the Hokage's residence, the home he'd grown up in. And sitting up in bed was none other than his father.

( A Father's Day Conversation )

The timer rang, and Minoru's randomized setting changed on cue, taking his home and his father with it.

That... That was enough working out for today, Minoru decided. He suddenly had quite a bit to think about, especially a certain promise he's now made to both of his parents.

[feel free to find him after the fact!]

lightning_raiden

( In Sickbay, open to staff, and people Raiden has met previously. Shortly after Fujin's intro. )

itmeanstruth

Minoru was planning on working out in the holodeck, but as soon as they announced the ship was docking on Pacifica, he was on his way out. From the cargo bay if it got him there faster! He needed to be on a planet to absorb natural energy and he badly needed to recharge that seal.

Option A:
Unlike the last place the Enterprise docked, which was filled with mountains and exciting terrain to traverse, this wasn't all that interesting. He didn't like water and he certainly didn't like lounging around. But if anyone's up for exploring, Minoru is always happy to tag along. Perhaps a trip to the Submersible Research Institute would put him face to face with some sea snakes.

Option B.
The beaches are a lot more secluded at night - perfect for an after-dinner run or sparring session in the sand. As long as no one gets hurt, they won't get in trouble, right? Right.

Option C.
Minoru promised a few sparring matches, at least one of which would necessitate the holodeck. With natural energy flowing through his chakra pathways and a steady supply of it available until the ship takes off, he can use all his power without holding back!

itmeanstruth

Between daily workouts in the holodeck, sparring sessions with Kaylin and teaching chakra classes, Minoru finally resumed his studies on everything snakelike. A handful of very patient ensigns helped him set up his own workstation in one of the astrobiology labs, taught him how to use the instruments and the computer, etc. His 'science' is crude at best, so a lab partner (especially someone who might actually know what they're doing) is always welcome!

[option A - cataloging]

Focusing a particular amount of chakra, pricking his finger and tracing a thin line of blood over the tribal tattoo on his wrist is all that Minoru has to do to summon a snake. He's going through his summons, one at a time, milking them, letting the computer analyze them and their venom. For him, it was a new way of thinking about things, but for the computer, it was one easy match after another. Until he'd summoned something the computer couldn't identify.

The snake is small and white, its scales giving off an almost crystalline appearance. He knows this snake well, remembers its fiery bite fondly and the Sage Mode transformation it produced. But no one here has ever made a record of it before.

Are you the curious sort? What could be learned from this?

[option B - new species]

For all the snakes he'd come in contact with, there were many entries listed for species he'd never worked with. Draxxan cloud vipers, arboreal needle snakes, fire snakes... the list went on and on! When you walk in, Minoru has a living specimen of some kind on the table - a dangerous one at that - and he's handling it without any kind of protection.

Do you dare approach? And if it bites, what will you do?

[Option C - crazy chemistry]

Minoru is used to testing things on himself, on mixing substance A with substance B and observing things with the naked eye. But now, the computer can break venom down to its component parts. It could even simulate what would happen if he mixed and combined those.

He wants to know if he can create a venom that heals tissue rather than destroys it, whether he can breed snakes that produce it, and whether he can use the same serum on himself to boost the healing abilities he can channel through his Sage Mode.

Can you help Minoru answer these questions? Are you there to celebrate a lucky breakthrough? Or are you simply a witness to something going horribly wrong?

itmeanstruth

[Backdated to when the Enterprise first lands on Folnar III. If anyone is interested in doing the Darmok plot with Minoru, just say so.]

He felt it the moment the Enterprise entered orbit around the planet. It was faint, but having been devoid of it for so long, it was instantly recognizable. He could feel the seal pulling traces of natural energy. When the ship landed, it was like opening the floodgates, a steady replenishing of what he'd used since he came on board. (He was nearly running on empty too, so his gratitude was tenfold.)

He wasted no time getting off that ship and onto solid ground. The feeling of rocks and gravel beneath bare feet, the warmth of the sun on his face, the horizon in the distance begging him to explore it... This was what life was made of!

dark_lady_sariss

Who: Sariss, OTA [ESPECIALLY to SW types]
Where: Darkened corridors
When: During Halloween Event
Warnings: Probably none, other than a dark jedi somewhat on the loose.

( Strangeness in a strange place )

youwillbe

It would be easy to miss Yoda's presence. He is, after all, only 0.6 meters tall. People have to look down to spot him.

Of course, to anyone who does look down, he's rather unique looking. Small. Green. Wrinkly. And, for some reason, dressed in the sort of sailor suit a toddler might have worn in the 1920s. Zelien had been hard on clothing, and for someone his size, replacements were... ecclectic.

This wasn't the swamp. After the business in Zelien, Yoda was expecting to finally be back in the swamp and spending a few years contemplating everything.

It seemed the Force had other ideas though. Except... something is wrong here. He stumbles slightly as he steps forward. "Quiet here, the Force is."

And without that connection to the Force, he really remembers that he is 881 years old. And that's hard on any body.

itmeanstruth

Minoru had been busy with his chakra class, as well as trying to learn all he could about what 'natural energy' actually was. However, after sharing some deep thoughts with Beverly during the recent Holodeck party, he couldn't get the promise he made to his late mother out of his head.

'As long as we can be a family again in the next life, I'll be satisfied. I know you can make that happen.'

He'd struggled with that final request, just as he struggled with sending his spirit into the Waiting Place. For twenty years, his mind just wasn't clear. Guilt, shame, doubt, and then grief kept him grounded. But now, he was determined, in body, heart, mind and soul. He would not fail!

Scenario 1: RUNNING!
What Minoru is attempting is essentially an advanced form of meditation, coupled with an out of body experience, that is accomplished only when the mind is absolutely still. Unfortunately for anyone who felt like walking down a hallway today, Minoru's version of absolute stillness involves a lot of running. Which he is now doing at breakneck speed.

Will you collide? Will you catch him? If you're security, it's not that he's willfully ignoring you. His mind is just so focused that he really doesn't even hear you. If he ends up in the brig for disorderly conduct, so be it. He really should have used the Holodeck for this sort of thing.

Scenario 2: SUCCESS!
When Minoru's focus is absolute and his chakra activated in a particular way, he will cross over. At least, his spirit will. His body, though, will undoubtedly come to a not-so-pleasant stop.

Does he come barreling into you? Are you just a witness? Do you come across an unconscious person in a hallway? Do you, by some special power you possess, have the ability to follow his spirit to where souls go between lives and want to join him on his journey?

ethnobotany

The holodeck party had been designed as a funeral-type gathering, originally for Fatima and Beverly to let go of some of the trauma they had incurred at the hands of COMPASS. It had evolved since then, turning into a larger party without losing its original purpose. Spread mostly by word of mouth, the party ended up being larger than Beverly had expected, but likely just what Fatima had wanted. All were welcome, as long as they didn't cause trouble.

The setting was the streets of New Orleans in the 1920's. In the middle of one large street was where the party would be held. There were tables with all manner of replicated food. Annie had offered to find out what would be good to set up and they had used her information to find something that nearly everyone would like. Drinks were the same. Plenty of Earth varieties and plenty of others. Surely everyone could find something to enjoy.

There were plenty of holographic people around as well, dressed to the '20's fashions, or as close as this far in the future could get. Some of them introduced the music and the dance floor. It was more of a dance street than anything, but it counted. Everyone was welcome to join them and the party turned into a bit of celebration amidst everything else. The music itself kept changing, rotating through what the Enterprise systems had on file. One minute it might be classical. The next it was something entirely different. Everything imaginable would probably have played by the night's end.

Or whenever the party actually ended.

A little bit away from the main drag, the holodeck had been programmed to create an alley between two brick-walled buildings. Unrealistically, the alley was clean and dry. Illuminating it were three trash cans along one of the walls, filled with kindling and crackling with golden flames. Holographic flames, of course, as much as Fatima had wanted to use the real thing. By the cans was a small table, with slips of stiff parchment and pens in every possible color there was.

It had taken some doing, but Fatima had programmed the holodeck to include a chalk drawing on the wall over the cans. It was a swirling pink and purple and blue rendering of the Milky Way galaxy. In yellow stars, a simple message was written out:

Write the names of those you left behind…
Cast them into the fire to say goodbye…

The party had been originally been conceived as a funeral, after all. A way to let go of the past and face the future, no matter how uncertain. There wouldn’t be any bodies, but there was still a place to say goodbye.

reincarnshaman

There are things that Trever never thought would be a problem in his life. Not ever being in Eire - or to be more exact - to be connected to Eire was one of them. But that he'd been coping with. The second thing he'd never thought would be a problem in his life was the lack of a moon. His body seemed to be insisting on something should be happening, that he should be doing or going somewhere but he didn't know where or why for the life of him.

It's lead to severe bouts of insomnia around when, on his world, it'd be the full moon as his body ticked around to some invisible thing he couldn't turn off.

As such thing a thing has ticked around he can found wandering around the corridors, barefoot and shirtless, cat following him behind, trying to work off the nervous energy, that whatever it was that kept on pulling at him. Whenever he passed by a window he'd stop and stare out of it, looking for something and then sighing and moving on not finding it.

Current Mood: restless

ten_fwd_npcs

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 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.]

the_blood

She could feel the low ache in her belly. Tomorrow. At the latest. She was already starting to feel ****chy, but she knew that was because she was going to have to spend the next three days locked in her quarters with an over protective male. So.... so today would be hers. Today she would drain off some of her power into the land, and work with her plants. She didn't need the dangerous ones for another week, so she'd do those later. And if he was going to be snarly about the fake sun, fine. They could be irritable together. Yes, she knew that even staying in the shade the "sun" would hurt him, drain him. But she was feeling *****ed off enough to not care. He had plenty of blood. He'd be fine. And it was his choice to follow her. She didn't ask him to serve, never accepted him into service. He could go back to their quarters. He could go anywhere else. She refused to feel guilty. Though she did call in the parasol she had made. She handed it to him silently before stalking to the plants she was allowed to keep and tend, to let this thin imitation of the Land sooth her. So much need here, so much she could do to help.

He took the umbrella, wincing already from the pain of the lights. The artificial sun was enough to help the plants... and enough to sap his strength. Pain built behind his eyes as he hurried to construct the shade. It was tall, and he used craft to pass the end through the ground so that it would remain anchored. The canopy was wide enough that he could sit without a bit of him exposed, and still be able to see the Queen. He couldn't lay out, but he could watch her, and that was what mattered. There was still enough "sun" filtering down to make him uncomfortable, but not enough to add to his pain. He called in a goblet of Yabrah, and warmed it over a tongue of witch-fire. the goblet rotated in the air as the wine heated, as he watched her move among the plants, filling the air with the mixed smells of blood, wine, and greenery.

radishearring

At that moment in Ten Forward a young woman was winked into a world very different from the world she knew as a witch.

Her jeans were badly frayed, her sweater badly damaged and hanging onto a much too thin frame. Her hair was badly tangled and she was covered in cuts and bruises. She also looks like she's not slept in ages among other problems. Anyone could see something had happened before Q winkled her aboard the Enterprise but how bad was it?

But a couple of things would stand out despite the darkness: the wand currently tucked behind a few loose strands of blonde hair and especially the jewelry. Mostly since not many people would openly wear what looked to be a pair of radishes as earrings.

But when Luna Lovegood realized she was not in Malfoy Manor or even the Wizarding World her eyes seemed to regain some of that lost light. "So curious! Maybe there are crumple horned snorkacks or even moon frogs here!" she weakly giggled. But she kept a very wary eye on the scene around her, a Death Eater could be lurking around any corner ready to hurt her once again (she was skittish but with very good reason). Thankfully she knew her wand was within reach but her wrist was also killing her pain wise.

She did eventually whisper,"Harry? Ron? Hermione? Anyone here?"

constellar

"Gyyaaaaaacccckkkk!" This was just about the noise anyone nearby would have heard. A teenage boy screaming for his life, but only briefly.
This wasn't what he was expecting though.

The expression of utter terror left his features, and he patted himself to make sure he was whole.
This was the strangest thing that had ever happened to him, and for a moment he thought this was how he left his oh-so-full life that could have been much fuller, but then a lightbulb came on.

"Hah! I get it! You want a rematch, huh? Of course, you heard of just how strong I was and decided you'd bring out an Action Field right in the middle of Maiami City? Good one, good one~" He applauds.
But where was his opponent now? She had likely already taken off into those corridors to hide. "If you're going to play hide and seek, then... I'll summon Constellar Acubens in defense mode!" After having taken a card from the hand he had pulled, he places it upon the luminous, light platform that comes out of the device attached at his arm, the Duel Disk.

But then? Confusion melts his confidence away. "Is my Duel Disk broken? Oh come on!" He slaps the card onto the surface once more, looks around. the monster should have appeared, and yet... Nothing.
"Oh, maybe it appeared somewhere else in this labyrinth." If he has time to talk to himself, his opponent must be further away, lying in wait. "Okay then, be that way." With this monster in defense mode, he could take any of her attacks while he looked around for an Action Card.

Taking off running down a corridor, however, he cannot help but marvel at this field he hasn't ever seen before. It looks like some cool, futuristic spaceship!
He will be very confused once he happens upon someone.

itmeanstruth

Since his room and everything in the nearby hallways still smelled vaguely (or not so vaguely) like cat pee, Minoru spent a lot of time in Ten Forward.

He'd given up on the PADD, and was using it as a coaster for a rather large milkshake. But that didn't mean he wasn't actively trying to continue his lifelong subject of research. He just decided to do things the old fashioned way.

"Does your world have interesting snake species? Mythologies? Anything?" It was a good conversation starter. "Tell me what you know!"

so_vain

After discovering there was another cat on board (albeit a furry and less evolved version) Cat was not happy. Although she hadn't got the better of him, he'd completely failed to show her who was boss. This wasn't Red Dwarf, but it was still his ship, as far as he was concerned. Fortunately, there was an easy way of making that clear.

He'd had to prepare and build up his stock. It wasn't something he'd needed to do for a long time - he'd got used to being the only cat around. He'd replicated some small spray bottles he could secrete about his person and taken them into the bathroom. Now he had enough - for the moment anyway - and he set about spraying their contents around the ship.

"This is mine," he said, as he sprayed the floor of the corridor. It did make it smell slightly of cat wee, but as far as Cat was concerned that was how it was supposed to smell.

1st_starfighter

Alex Rogan, ex-Last Starfighter, ex-Starfighter Commander, ex-Starfighter Engineer, was currently bent over a table with the stats he had gotten from Pavel Checkov on a PADD before him. He was studying as best as he could, wanting to learn what he could, and had added to it the amount of technical data he could get publicly from the Enterprise's computer banks, plus what little data he had gotten from Lal. He wanted to try to do good, to see if he could impress those who he had to to get into Starfleet, somehow.

If he could.

He occasionally wandered to the replicators and ordered food, or coffee, or pie. Pie was good. He smiled to those he saw, and nodded, and even talked to a few.

mr_laforge

Okay, well. It's been an interesting couple of months on the Enterprise lately, to put things mildly. Keeping up with the Enterprise is a full-time job even when you don't factor in Q and his menagerie of lost souls, but after meeting with the Chiefs of Staff more than a month ago his job just grew by double. Now he's got to start looking into multi-dimensional travel, and organize a team who will be willing to test theories and formulas in order to find a way to get the displaced on the ship back to their proper places in the timeline.

To be honest, he's not even sure it's possible. But everything is impossible until it isn't, and he made a promise to Captain Picard that he would do his best. The task may not seem so daunting if things hadn't happened with Data the way they had, but one minute they were leaving the meeting together discussing possible places to start, and the next Data had lost all of his memories over the last two years. Thanks, Q.

He'd put a lot of his plans on hold while all of this was going on (not to mention the strange kid virus that had hit the ship around the same time), but he knows the sooner he gets started putting things in order, the sooner all of this will be over with. He looks at the PADD in his hands, and sighs.

First things first, he promised a very good friend that he would help him with something.

Tucking the PADD under one arm, he starts making his way through the halls. It's easy to pull him aside for a quick word at any point during his trek from Deck 36 up to Deck 2. He's unoccupied by anything but his thoughts, right up until he knocks on the door to Room # 3653.

[ooc: all threads will take place before Geordi's thread with

humandroid. check out the OOC comm for more info!]

Current Mood: determined

she_listens

There are more new arrivals on the ship. They seem to come and go in waves, rather than one at a time. Q sweeps them in, Q sweeps them out again. No rhyme, no reason. She's been looking for patterns, keeping her eye on what she can.

But until they know more, she's more interested in who arrives.

Everyone has a story, and everyone needs a calm place through the storm. She places both palms flat on the bar, and smiles.

"Can I get you something?"

Current Location: Deck 10: Forward

so_vain

When the security officer opened the door to room 747, Cat looked around, established it was empty, then headed into it. There was no-one living there, that much was clear. Although Cat glanced at the other person security had brought to this room, he appeared to ignore them. However, that was only an appearance. He knew exactly where everyone in the room was and had been.

For now, the most important thing was to inspect the room thoroughly. He began by lifting up the cushions on the couch. The room had been cleaned and there was nothing beneath them. There was nothing under the couch either, when he looked. Which was a pity - couches were good places for people to drop things that Cat could then find.

didnotwant

Marion had taken over a table in a corner a few hours ago. Every now and then she would get up to grab a snack or something to drink. She is attempting to work. The noise around her in Ten Forward is soothing in spite of the fact she has a mild headache but the mild headache is nothing new.

The sudden case of writer's block is. She tries to get herself thinking again by going over everything she has written down so far. It's a bit of a process that leaves her tapping the stylus she has in one hand on the table in a very irritated fashion. She likes the characters. Loves the way the pacing feels but just doesn't know how to get from the point she is at to where Marion knows she wants everything to be.

She growls a bit under her breath. It is very difficult to remain calm when she has gone from feeling like a big time professional and an actual adult to feeling like a big giant moron. Marion is well aware she isn't one but her mood has gone from okay to almost grim dark. Grim dark in a very silly way for her. Marion will laugh herself silly later on because her reaction to everything is to full on face plant on the table.

It's a bit dramatic. It's also a bit silly but Marion doesn't care.

ten_fwd_npcs

Although the alternate timeline's Dr. Crusher has done outstanding work helping to combat the virus that turned so many of the ship's passengers into children earlier in the month, it's still Dr. Julian Bashir acting as the interim CMO, with all the duties and responsibilities that entails.

At least now there's only the number of children there should be, with the medical and scientific staff having succeeded in returning all Q's victims to their correct age.

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. Julian Bashir is acting as head of the medical staff for the time being, so if anyone needs to thread fallout from the kidplot 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

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

itmeanstruth

When Minoru leapt into that portal in Ryuuchi Cave, he never knew exactly where he was going to end up. After thirty years of studying under the Great Snake Lord Elders, he was getting a little better at picking out the guiding symbols in his visions and dreams, but for the most part, he still just went with the flow. Nothing was without purpose in the end, and doing good along the way was half the fun!

The patrons of Ten Forward would see Minoru appear out of thin air, right onto a full table. If his appearance was anything to judge by, he wasn't from the twenty-third century. He looked like a peasant out of feudal Japan. His grey tunic had seen better days, and that long black hair stuck out in every direction.

"Oh boy... Crowded spot." Bare feet danced around plates and glasses as Minoru jumped and flipped backwards off the table. He landed, and did a quick scan of his surroundings. "Sorry! Whoops! Hi! Nice night, isn't it? I'm Minoru. Nice to meet you!"

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Ten Forward Social Lounge

[open] Minoru just made contact with his father.

Round 4 // Sickbay - Selective Open

[ota] Putting the 'out' in working out

[open] For science! ... or something like that.

Planet? PLANET!!!! [open]

Forces beyond dark and light [OTA]

The streams are now crossed

[open] Break on through to the other side

we're gonna party like it's 1920 in New Orleans ( OPEN )

Sleepless nights

[Sickbay]: Round Fifteen - Scans and Vaccinations

In the arboretum, OTA

From Malfoy Manor To Outer Space? (OTA, TW for torture and its effects)

Spaceship? Spaceship!

[open] research and conversations

Marking Terroritory (open)

One Starfighter, Studying, bouncy, OTA

[Corridors & Turbolifts:] The Chief Engineer's duties are never done [OTA]

[Ten Forward:] Serving up drinks | OTA

Room 747 closed to itmeanstruth

Artistic Frustrations (ota)

[Sickbay]: Round Twelve Scans and Vaccines

DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD

OTA - An unexpected guest arrives for dinner!

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