ten_fwd | Entries tagged with noriko ashida

The holodeck is growing on Noriko. It really is, even if there are a few uncomfortable reminders of home every time she uses it: but the ability to fool all the senses short of self-awareness into thinking she's outside, in the sun, getting muddy and tired in Earth-gravity and -atmosphere is pretty worth that. It's also exactly what she's doing right now.

One of the holodecks has her name on the Occupancy sign, with 'Obstacle Race' as the closest thing she could find to a universally understandable version of 'Spartan Challenge': she's going on about a dozen obstacles and while she hasn't filled the course in with officials or other people to motivate her, she's doing just fine. The ropes are the hardest for her, because she can't ever figure out how to balance herself for a Tyrolean Traverse without falling off and into the water before she's rung the target bell. There are other things, though: a wall jump, atlas stone laying innocently on the ground, and barbed wire strung low to the grass between stakes.

Anyone up for a race?

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After all this, if you're more the 'sit back and drink' sort, or you think being non-muddy and sweaty is a necessity for conversation, she'll be in the lounge laying on one of the windowsills by the front-facing windows, looking out on the stars.

She has a bowl of chocolate-filled koala cookies (or the closest thing to it) resting on her belly and green tea in a bottle to drink. Do interrupt.

and_she_waited

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!]

Current Location: Deck 10: Forward

electro_kinetic

Noriko is not often in the holodeck; for someone used to being surrounded by fairly powerful telepaths, she isn't altogether sold on the benefits of a hard-light room on a spaceship. She's okay with the Danger Room, but that this place is not.

However, today she's been in there for a long while, making a program (simulation, actually) and is running it over and over up to a point--that point being her getting shot twice in the back. With a thoughtful half-scowl on her face and her uniform on, Noriko is pacing the frozen holographic scene, glancing around and halfway gesturing as if to walk herself through something.

She's currently walking herself into a bout of horrible re-run feelings and useless anger, please do interrupt.

themerlin

Who: Merlin and OTA
What: Merlin brewing tea, crafting clockworks, and singing to plants.
Where: The Arboretum
When: Recently
Status: Open and Ongoing.
Rating: PG-13, because Merlin

( The heights of hope, the depths of despair... )

fishermansweater

Plenty of people have, by now, seen Finnick tying knots with either the rope Katniss and Guinan gave him or the hair ribbon that was a gift from Sinthia. On his bad days, that's still what he does: find a quiet spot somewhere and sit and tie knots, his whole being focused on the length of rope in his hand.

Today, he's also tying knots, but this isn't like that. Today, Finnick's sitting at a table that's scattered with gleaming golden things. One of them looks like it might be some sort of circlet or headpiece made of complicated knots. Others look like little figures: a turtle, a dragonfly, lots of different little flowers.

He's got a chair pulled out next to him, a skein of golden thread wound around its back, and he's cut a length off it that he's concentrating on weaving in and out and around. When it's done, though, he still doesn't look entirely happy with it, and he gets up to go to the replicator for a cup of coffee.

When he sits back down, he doesn't pick up his knots again, immediately, but studies them for a while. It's possible he could use some distraction. Or some advice.

Current Location: Deck Ten, Forward: Lounge

dresdensluck

Harry had been enjoying the quiet of late. Oh, there had been the nightmares, and the ghosts, and more, but for Harry that had been almost restful. His life, what was it? Harry was beginning to feel bad for not really wanting to go back home just yet. Sure, he would like the option, and to help others go home, but here, he had peace-ish-ness, and a girlfriend, who, with no evil shenanigans, was still alive, un-undead, and happy, with him!

He shook his head.

He was happy here, mostly, but he was also missing other people back home.

He shook his head as he settled to a table in Ten Forward, out of the way, but visible from the bar and replicators, where he was pouring over notes and slowly working on creating a spell. Which is to say, concentrating, and things on his table glowing, shifting, or floating around now and then.

electro_kinetic

A deep bucket of water with a flexible tube, and a tone generator; these are the things Noriko has, and a speaker set up on a table too. The power for the electronics she's got handled, and slowly she begins to tune the generator to a specific frequency, after getting the water running in a loop from the basin, through the tube, and back to the bucket.

It's pretty simple if you've ever managed a manual siphon, but the magic comes when she hits the right hertz measurement. Once the water stabilizes it's moving in a spiral with the sound, invisible itself but showing its influence on the water. Noriko sits back, smiling just barely as she watches the spiral move. Sure, it's a little jury-rigged, but the sound and sight of moving water has always been soothing to her, and she needs the decompression, and duct tape can be ignored. It might not be as nice as the shishi-odoshi Noriko used to have in her room at the school, but she's not at the school. C'est la vie.

She'll be cleaning her gauntlets while she's...working on the decompression.

electro_kinetic

After talking with the oddly miniature Philip, Noriko hadn't felt great--probably something to do with what the replicator thought of as ramen, she thought--but it had progressed quickly to simple tiredness, and she'd escaped the public areas of the ship to hole up in her room and nap.

And several hours later, she's awake--and much shorter even from her five-foot-five perspective--standing on tiptoes to get at the replicator panel to request candy kits, which it gladly coughs up, making her expression flare into a bright smile. Thus loaded down tiny!Noriko is sitting on the windowsill, which is plenty wide enough for her and the kit placemat with all necessary accoutrements, happy as a clam and generally enjoying not having to look at the metal gauntlets she's gotten so used to being no longer a danger to anyone unless static zaps are life-threatening.

After that (and you had best bet there will be an after that) there will be one very sugared-up and already hyperactive child trying to outrun the baseball she's tossing all the way down the stretch of hallway. She might get pretty far before knocking into someone, who knows: Nori's pretty fast and she's got a good arm.

electro_kinetic

Noriko has been bored before. It usually doesn't last very long, and her time on the Enterprise hasn't been an exception up until now. there's only so much origami she can do, and running out of voluntary upkeep to do on the things she owns is approaching way faster than she anticipated. She can't exactly go wild with the gauntlet upgrades in a place with such a finely-tuned electrical balance, either, or so she's guessing given the less-than-pleased response she got from Lieutenant Sunshine upon the last lightshow she unwittingly put on.

So she's building something. Or more accurately, has built something, which she is now testing in the hallways as she goes whizzing by people and starts trying out tricks on the rollerblade hybrids. So far, this is going great!

But she does have to find corners sometime. (If you're looking for her, just follow the grumblings of the crew. You'll probably get to her sooner or later.)

captgreatcoat

Nobody's seen much of Jack lately. He's been quieter, more subdued, more prone to keeping to himself, shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat and ....

Rose would have called it brooding. Gwen probably would, too.

Rose is gone. Gone back to her time, perhaps. But who knows? She'd just disappeared. He should know better than this, now, to be so attached to people, but Gwen would say that's what keeps people human, and human is something he doesn't always feel. And Rose Tyler was one of the best people he'd known in so many lifetimes' worth of living. She'd taken a con-man and helped show him how to care again, how to live, how to love. She'd had adventures with him across time and space, been his best friend and his best girl though nothing more than friendship had ever officially passed between them, at least not in the confines of 21st century Britain's understanding of relationships.

Rose is gone, and he doesn't know if he's sent her to her death by not warning her.

To anyone who truly knew Jack, the sight of him in his Second World War era coat perched on a barstool with a glass of brandy might seem ... out of place.

He's not breaking his self-imposed not-drinking-unless-he-really-needs-to rule, though. It's synthehol.

He'd probably be better off talking to someone.

Current Location: Deck Ten, Forward: Bar

electro_kinetic

Noriko is not an artist. She'll be the first to admit that, nor is she usually capable of producing very beautiful things except in a specific sense; Lichtenberg figures are pretty to some, but few.

Nor is she capable of being very still for very long no matter how hard she tries. So it's remarkable that she's been occupied at an out-of-the-way table in the lounge--if any of them can really be said to be out of the way, since it's not a huge place--writing on a long scroll of silver paper with a brush and gold ink. The characters aren't Latin, they're Japanese, but they form something like a list down the paper as she pulls the lines and flicks off the brush and out of the shining, glimmery ink. They're names.

And there are an awful lot of them on that paper, but she's concentrating hard on each one.

fishermansweater

[ In which Finnick and Noriko meet and discuss mutants, Panem, rebellion, and fairness.

It doesn't go particularly well. ]

electro_kinetic

With recently-dyed hair braided back into a long, loose strip of mohawk down the middle of her scalp, Noriko is sitting at a table in the lounge, several things spread out in front of her. One is a small notebook, moleskine-style, on which she's squiggling out little dots in a way not entirely unfamiliar to anyone who's ever seen either old-world continental battle plans or football plays; the other two are a music player currently blasting the sounds of Vivaldi's Spring remixed with a synth bass into her ears, and a book she's halfway paying attention to reading.

It may seem improbable for one young woman to be paying attention to all of these at once, but if you understand Nori you know why, that being that she literally has so much energy coursing through her that otherwise she'd be flitting around like a bright blue blur, sparking and glowing and unable to contain herself ~~not that she's not doing the last two right now anyway, sorry about that~~. And that goes for her brain too, not just her body; her thoughts are rapid-fire, too quick for most telepaths to keep up with even if they bother listening.

She's doing good; it's been twenty minutes and she hasn't gotten up, but her legs are pretty rapidly bouncing to the fast techno beat of her music. And have been for the last eighteen minutes.

akito

One of the first things Akito had (re)discovered about himself was that he was most definitely not heteronormative. Girls were pretty, but boys were attractive and made his heart beat quickly in his chest. Unfortunately Akito hasn't had much luck finding many boys close to his age around the Enterprise, or if he has they weren't really his type. Either the wrong personality, or the wrong appearance (and hey, a boy's allowed to be a little shallow) and if they don't hit either of those things they may as well be a cardboard cutout for all the interest Akito can scrounge up for them.

But, every now and then, there's a boy who catches Akito's eye - almost always lanky but athletic, with dark hair and eyes, and a vibrant, playful personality (the exception being Jack, of course. nobody has quite caught his eye like the winter spirit has yet). They're few and far between, so he takes advantage of one of the rare sightings whenever he can despite having no idea how to flirt. He knows the basics though: dress up cute, put on some makeup, do his hair, and bat his eyelashes unnecessarily.

He knows the class schedule for his age group, where it takes place, when it lets out, and where he can sit casually every day to watch the cute boys walk by. Even if they aren't his type, Akito sure can appreciate a fine booty walking by when he sees one, and he takes full advantage of his ~~stalking~~ memorization skills.

It's mid-afternoon and the high school class is about to be let out. Akito likes this one in particular because some of the boys will actually look at him and flush bright red, especially when he's wearing a short skirt and shifts to give them a nice view of what Akito knows are very nice legs. He doesn't wear a skirt today though - just a plain pair of shorts that are only just long enough to be considered appropriate outer wear. More thigh with less effort, and he can cross his legs if he wants to without worrying about flashing his panties.

Win/win, in his opinion.

So feel free, residents of the Enterprise, to encounter Akito on one of his boy runs. Just sitting casually by the high school classroom waiting eagerly for some boys he can try to flirt with, though he has one of his sketchbooks with him so it's not like he seems too eager. Guys don't like that. And Akito isn't desperate. Just bored.

Really.

Pay no attention to the dreamy look on his face as he watches the boys leave their class for the day.

((ooc: Akito is wearing this and does indeed have some makeup on (a bit of blush and tinted lip gloss) because he really wants to hit on boys. or have boys hit on him. dis boy is taking full advantage of his trap status, yo. as for what he's sketching, it's actually bits and pieces of images that come to mind; his Tokyo, some things from life in Adstring. stuff he doesn't really remember, but can doodle anyway. major things would be a polar bear pup, and a fire-lizard.))

seekingcrocodile

[Thump thump. Thump thump. With all the adrenaline still coursing through his body after nearly dying, he can clearly hear (and feel) his heart beating in his chest, back where it belongs. It's the closest he's ever come to dying, and an experience he hopes never to repeat.

He needs to clear his head, so of course his thought is to go to the harbor. The salty air of the sea has long been his refuge, and that's not going to change now. Emma had said something about going to find Regina -- who had, after all, just had to say goodbye to the man she loved. He would meet back up with Emma later.

Only instead of going to the harbor, he blinks and he's in some strange place. Certainly not Storybrooke, or the Enchanted Forest, or (thankfully) Neverland. Or any of the other multitude of realms he's seen over the years.

It's crowded, bustling, alien.

He has a feeling he's very far from home.]

Really? They could have picked a better time for it. Or never. Never would have been better.

Does someone want to tell me where I am and how I got here?

electro_kinetic

So the thing about mutations like Noriko's is that you can't turn them off. She can't even selectively use hers; she always has too much energy. Constantly.

When it begins to overwhelm her normal workings, which is more often than you'd think, she usually runs it out. Hence her in the gym, in cotton shorts and a tee shirt--though we understand if you can't exactly see those, given the speed she's running is making her a blur--making rounds of the track, over and over. Noriko kind of wishes there were a pool for cooldowns, given her vague worry about the effects of artificial gravity on real bones, but whatever. She won't stop until she's sweating pretty profusely and her legs burn and that will be a couple hours, honestly; this is the same girl that's run on foot from Westchester to Denver in like four hours and change.

And after that, a shower (trust us, she'll need a shower) and food in the lounge. And don't be surprised when she eats like a starving man in between trying to figure out how one makes any kind of stable net when starting with a whole shitload of 550 paracord. The replicator knew what that was, thankfully, but was giving her an awful lot of fancily-worded 404 denials at all the iterations of 'hammock chair' she could come up with. She's good at tying people up, how hard could it be? ~~The answer to this is much, much more than she thought.~~ Someone with knowledge of this might want, or need (depending on how far into this they find her), to help.

thankyou_boss

[Tony can be found in Ten Forward, just looking around wonderment on his face, because Holy cow, he was in space. He was like a kid in a candy store. He just kept looking around in wonderment, because this was so cool.

He took a deep breath though, as he sat with his drink at a table by the window of course. He took a swallow, wincing slightly, as the beer didn't taste quite right.]

He wished he had someone to talk to. Who's game to boldly go where no one has gone before? [he grins] Come on, you had to give me that one right? He had so many good lines, that it seemed like a waste not to use them.

Tony was a confident guy in general, except when he was teased too much (thank you Kate). He had to say, that this is not where he was expecting to end up. He looked kind of haggard, like he had been in the desert for a month, oh right he had.

"Computer, can you locate Gibbs, he is older guy, basically a functional mute, My ninja Padwan, Ziva, or Probie and Abby?"

He had seen it work on TV.

abyssum_invocat

Sinthia is discovering something: she does not like whatever holiday this is. Everyone she sees is in green, gold, purple--colors she doesn't mind at all. They're bright for her, but she likes them well enough. What she finds herself put in--that's a different story. Her clothes are not only skintight and never something she'd put on, but black and white. Those she's okay with, they're normal. The red ruffle around her neck to go with that mask is...not. Pointedly not. She hates red, especially on her face, and so she's standing stiff, eyes closed, and trying steadily to claw it off. There may be glasses in the vicinity rattling around her.

Noriko, on the other hand, has clothes more or less untouched (from when she saw what she'd been put in, and promptly got the hell out of it) but she's keeping those beads around her neck. Sure, they don't go with the pink dress she's wearing, but they're fun. And she's getting a great kick out of watching everyone go by in them.

onewomansopinion

( cut for violence, death, blood. )

[now a warning of swearing in the comments.]

callmegambit

"Now this ain't right." Remy's words were spoken softly, but even so a few people glanced at him. he hunched over Mattie and kept scrolling through information as he sipped his root beer float. He did not look at any of them, trying not to draw too much attention.

He'd been on this ship for a little over three hours, and he'd managed to get the lowdown on what had happened, and why he was there, and so far, he had managed to avoid security, and notice, by too many crewmembers. It helped that he was able to convince them to leave him alone, carefully. He'd first appeared in the ship's shop area, and had quickly both learned of his new location and found a poker game. He had skills where finding those came in, and he managed to charm his way in, with his antique bone dice. And that had been their mistake.

His loot from the game was a small computer tablet, some coins from various planets, two markers for favors owed, which, he figured, might come in handy, and a set of pants and shirt won from a crewmember who was a bit too confident in their skills. The tablet was apparently called a P.A.D.D., which just sounded dumb to Remy, so he immediately renamed it Mattie, because it seemed to know a lot about where he was, and what the place was like, and he would need that. He'd spent most of the last half hour going through it, looking for answers and deleting everything personal the other person had left on it.

He had changed into the new clothing, after making sure, in his own way, they were clean. years of living on or near the streets had gifted him with skills, and he was sure, now, that they had been put on within an hour of him winning them. He'd even escorted the crewmember home, letting them use his coat to cover their bra and underwear on the way. A shame he had not been in the mood to follow them in, as they had seemed to be in favor of the idea. But he needed to find out what was going on here, not dally.

As much as he did love dallying.

Damn it.

He sighed and sat back, sliding Mattie into a pocket and watching the lounge he was now sitting in. Seemed not too busy, but not dead either. He wondered when the security people he had managed to avoid would find him. And if his fellow poker players would risk censure by their fellows to report him. there was, after all, no honor among thieves. He ought to know.

(ooc: The Remy-Noriko thread has gone into NSFW/NC-17 territory, involving descriptions of nakedness and human anatomy, and sexual practices by two people with no shame. Read at your own risk.)

electro_kinetic

Weird as the arboretum is to Noriko--and make no mistake, a room of spotless nature in the middle of a starship is weird--it also makes a calm place for her to relax, assuming such a thing is actually possible for her. It isn't always, given the nature of her mutation.

But today she's in there for an actual purpose, no just to escape the stale air and bright lights and busy-ness of every other place she's allowed to be on this boat. She was doing yoga, but now she's been in the headstand for a while, eyes shut against the reminder that this isn't real as she runs through one of the songs on her now-mostly-nonfunctioning cell phone.

queenofmay

She likes to spend time in the rooms that are all windows, and to come stare at the stars. She knows she could use the holodeck and immerse herself in stars and space, which is still a little too big, almost too profane. But she likes this. This one she can handle. It's bigger than The Window in Milliways, but it's more real than the room of false illusions.

She likes real.

She has always liked real.

But this year especially. Too much has happened this year. It should make her one of the many who long most feverishly to get home. But Ambergeldar, though it is, and its rulers and one day rulers are, most dear, is not home. Even Milliways and London Underground could not be substituted for a home earlier this year. Being given homes in the fresh cut loss of her own is too left-footed.

Plus, everyone in all of those know too much. Everything. All she's lost and can't regain.

Maybe it's selfish. She tells herself that she's here because of the adventure. Somewhere new. Endless planets to explore. A future she never would have known about. Her century so very long ago gone. But she knows, somewhere, hidden down deep, that she likes that no one looks at her here the way they do everywhere else.

There's peace, and whole lot of stars out here.

Current Location: DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD

electro_kinetic

If you're in the lounge about the same time Noriko is--which is often--you've seen the familiar beacon-blue hair, and that comes in handy. Especially if you happen to be curious as to why said bright head is today being trailed down the hallway by an awful lot of black fabric. She's trying to keep most of it in her arms and thus off the floor because there's a cat wandering around somewhere and she has no idea how inclined it is to put holes in things, but when you're dealing with thirty-odd feet of the stuff that can be difficult.

Assuming you follow the trail all the way to the gym, you'll find her either on the ground, looking at how to arrange the curious half-knots and twists of silk to keep her from falling out, or up in the air hanging upside-down by her ankles. (This part may or may not be unintentional, but hey, she likes upside-down anyway.)

blindadoration

Ziyal has claimed a small table in Ten Forward, and it's currently scattered with paper, inkwells, brushes. The red she's currently working with is slashed across the paper like wounds.

The brush that's been sitting in the black ink is next, and she moves it thoughtfully around in the well before tempering the violent red with swirls of black.

She's not really aiming for anything in particular at the moment, just getting a feel for new tools. There are a few pages drying off to one side, one in a Bajoran style, one looking more like a Japanese ink painting--she's been researching--and one that's a portrait of a woman, but the features are murky and unformed, aside from a set of Bajoran ridges and an earring. The ink is smudged, swept around the page like someone tried to erase it, and the side of Ziyal's hand is also stained black with ink.

Looks like she wasn't happy about that one.

spideys

BEST BEFORE JN 15 2012

The date is so clearly printed in bold black type on the top of the egg carton, currently placed on the table before him. Maybe Peter had been hoping to find an actual kitchen between his trek from his room to Ten Forward, but given that his mission proved unsuccessful, this dumb carton of eggs - a dozen of them - is still with him, and are likely to expire ...

Well, technically they expired a couple of centuries ago.

He opens the carton, scanning each still perfectly intact egg, suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of ... loss? Nostalgia? He misses his Aunt May something fierce. These were, after all, for her, like he'd promised.

And Gwen. He misses Gwen.

And hell, he misses New York. The rude cabbies, the throng of people everywhere, pigeons perched on rooftops, sirens and horns blaring down busy avenues, the smell of garbage and street vendor food simultaneously wafting in the air; he even misses John Jonah Jameson's ridiculous tabloids in The Daily Bugle, calling him a menace.

Ugh.

No, this is not the way to be, Parker. Not even a little.

He closes the carton, even considers sticking them somewhere to be disposed of, but it's the first real organic thing he's seen since he popped into this ship, and they're still technically good.

It'd be great to make some omelettes from actual ingredients for a change - even if he's not exactly sure how to do it.

Current Location: ten forward : ota

ikissdhimbck

The cowgirl has been downright angelic since arriving here.

She's put up no fuss, hasn't robbed or cheated or shot a single soul, keeps mostly to herself and follows all the rules. Which is to say, Kate Barlow is feeling mighty cooped up, and a bored outlaw is nobody's best friend.

At least boredom is the least of her worries today. Here she is, minding her own business just cleaning her gun, when all of a sudden she's 'winked' into this getup. She lets off a rather undignified squeak — hey, it's a little cold in space to be going around in your knickers! — peering down at her bare midrif and her high-heeled boots.

"Oh, lordy. Not this again."

As if that weren't enough, her plate is now piled with sweets instead of savories, and looking around she can see everyone else is suffering the same fate. Good gracious, must be some strange holiday. At least she's got a fondness for taffy.

[ooc: Hi everyone! So Kate's going to eat the taffy, which will give her the power of psychoscopy; basically, if she touches an object of relevance to a character, that object will give her psychic flashes about that character. So anyone who wants to play with a Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader discovering secrets and information about their characters, please come on down! Kate will have this gift for the whole weekend, and I'll also tag her out anywhere you might want her. ^__^ And since her power is only activated when she touches something, if you just want to chat with the cowgirl that's fine too; she won't grab for anything that isn't hers. ]

Current Location: Ten Forward

sizeofyourbaggage

Honestly, of all of the unexpected things in Sam's life recently, he's not sure where 'suddenly finding himself on board a spaceship' falls on the list. It's definitely not as mind-blowing as it would have been before what happened in New York a couple years back, but it's not exactly something he'd ever thought would happen to him.

Then again, he hadn't really thought he'd be teaming up with Captain America and the Black Widow to save billions of lives, either, so there you go.

Which is the real reason he's more pissed than fascinated at being here. Any other day, he'd probably be embarrassingly revealing himself as a little bit of a geek, but right now he's got shit to do.

There's a reason he's wearing his uniform and wings.

Or, well, had been wearing them. His pack's still on his back, thank God, but instead he's found himself wearing some kind of see through shirt with the Air Force logo, over equally ridiculous Air Force short shorts.

"Hilarious," Sam mutters to himself as he attempts to stalk down someone with an explanation.

electro_kinetic

There is, for anyone listening for such things, a very indignant squeak coming from the vicinity of one Noriko Ashida as the outfits of all and sundry in the lounge of the Enterprise begin to change. She, too, is enveloped in a flash of light, but when it subsides and she sees what she's gotten stuck in it's rather a miracle she doesn't curse the air blue.

Ha, ha.

But in all honesty, there is a bow on her butt. And she looks like a Sailor Scout, complete with--yep, she checked--blue go-go boots. While her expression may not yet have crossed over into entirely unhappy, it does say with no small amount of concern that this is not funny. It only gets progressively worse when the replicator refuses to give her anything to wear over it.

electro_kinetic

Noriko has been busy in the time she's not in the Ten Forward lounge. She's amassed hundreds of origami cranes in all shades of the rainbow and sizes, and in wildly different patterns, which she's gently layering into a tall glass jar. As she fills that up she's making dozens of miniscule cranes to drop in, and while it may not be the requisite thousand it's certainly enough for her.

While she's layering carefully, she's got earbuds in her ears thumping out music to which she's murmuring along with the rather fast rap. She's got good flow, nobody can deny that part.

dreams_dont_die

He's not sleeping well.

He tells himself it's the narrow, unfamiliar bed, the room that's too small, too sparse after years in the captain's quarters on the Andromeda Ascendant. Or maybe just the way the Enterprise haunts him with its subtle and not-so-subtle wrongness in comparison to everything he's used to. Even being unsettled from being trapped on the planet, from how close poor planning had come to killing him.

Not the nightmares. Not the presence of Telemachus Rhade disturbing feelings he'd thought he'd buried long ago. Not the sense of futile helplessness to be stuck here, now, with no cause, no purpose. Not the aching sense of missing everything he'd known and loved, not just once over, but twice.

He misses Andromeda like a physical pain. Whatever the rules might say, since the two of them came out of the black hole, she's been all he's had, all that gave him meaning, purpose, the tangible connection to the world he's trying to rebuild. More than that, she's been his adviser, his closest friend, his partner in a way nobody who hasn't experienced it can understand.

He misses her like he misses Sara, the High Guard, the world he used to take for granted. He's been barely coping with those losses since he found himself 303 years in his own future, with nothing left of the world he'd known but the Andromeda.

Now even she's gone, and in those moments when he can't sleep, even Dylan has to wonder if that's just one loss too many.

Tonight, rather than let himself be alone with those thoughts, he's in the bar, in his High Guard turtleneck, still wearing his insignia as a futile reminder that he's still a captain. Even here.

He's been drinking rather a lot, but one of the things about being a Heavy Worlder is that it takes a hell of a lot to get drunk, between the huge muscle mass and the accelerated metabolism.

That's not stopping him trying if the glass of spirits he's got in front of him is any indication.

Current Location: Deck Ten: Forward (Lounge)

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