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Rainbow dervish on the holodeck.

A girl's got needs, you know? And those needs get sublimated. When she was younger, her parents' church was the only acceptable outlet, but Pyrrha's not the same person anymore. She has a new calling that is simultaneously secular and higher.

So here she is on her own tonight, having left her son with his grandparents. The room she has made has padded white walls and ceiling, and a trampoline for the floor--except for the space just inside the entrance, where her supply-table stands with its buckets of paint in all colors.

The lights are down (except for the strobes), the music is up, and she's got a full-body suit--gloves and all, though her head and feet are uncovered--that holds paint pretty well. She is a whirl of color and movement, bouncing off the walls and occasionally the ceiling, smearing and splattering paint as she goes. The work created here doesn't matter; it's the act of creation that's important. She may end up a little bruised, but sometimes art is painful.

Not locked. Time your entrance wrong and you might get a bit of paint on you, but it's okay. It's hologram paint. Comes right off.

[and the paint does not get on the trampoline. No slip hazards here. Safety first!]

ten_fwd_npcs

Lieutenant Worf has gathered all of the new "guests" together in Ten Forward to instruct them on correct behavior and protocols now that they have been released from quarantine. He looks as happy and approachable as you might expect, which is to say he doesn't. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, and so he will handle this riffraff the honorable way.

"The computer will instruct you on where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only have to ask where the area you are trying to get to is located, and it will give you clear directions. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, transporter rooms, and all command centers are off-limits."

This is chased by a stern look to all the gathered guests.

"With that in mind, there are a few rules you must obey before I give you your new assignments. One, do not discharge any weapon while on the Enterprise. Two, do not assault any other passenger aboard in any way; that includes injury, death, or violating their personal rights. Three, do not tamper with the operational procedures of the ship. Four, do not steal items or technology from the ship. Five, do not interrupt any official areas of the ship without proper authorization, and do not invade the privacy of other guest or crew quarters.

"Copies of the Prime Directive will be made available to all of you, and placed in each room. As you are not Starfleet officers, you are not obligated to abide by this rule; however, it is important you understand why we do."

He takes a deep breath. Unless they show themselves to be undisciplined or unruly, it is the most he can do.

"Now, the rooms," he rumbles, reading aloud the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Room # 0711 - Pyrrha and Trance Gemini
Room # 0712 - Caspian and Katherine Barlow
Room # 0713 - John Crichton and Eleanor Lamb
Room # 0714 - Butch Cassidy and Jack Twist
Room # 0715 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0716 - Shotaro and Amelia Pond
Room # 0717 - Loki and Sigyn
Room # 0718 - Zinda Blake and Natasha Romanoff
Room # 0719 - Stephanie Grace Rogers and Mireille
Room # 0720 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Darcy Lewis
Room # 0722 - Ian Chesterton and Billy Cranston
Room # 0723 - Andros and Steve Rogers
Room # 0724 - Aeryn Sun and Booker DeWitt
Room # 0725 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0726 - Philip and Clint Barton
Room # 0727 - Sinthia Schmidt
Room # 0728 - Pavel Andreievich Chekov and Kate Newton
Room # 0729 - Leonard Horatio McCoy and Adam Park
Room # 0730 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL

"I will remain here to answer questions," Worf concludes. "And my team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be."

The list is also displayed on a PADD, where people can refer to it if they need to.

[ooc: This post is open for everyone to tag in and meet their new roommates and neighbors, "party post" style! Everyone should participate if and when they can, so they can get acquainted with who they will be rooming with for at least the next several months. Rooms are aligned the way they would be in a typical hotel: odd numbers on the left, even numbers on the right (so 0711 and 0713 will be next door neighbors, while 0712 is directly across the hall). There is an OOC post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and where we'll post more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there! If you need to ask security questions, or need them to swing by another thread, just put "Security officer, please!" in the subject line of your tag, and the mods will send someone to you ASAP.]

pyrrha_pandora

One cartoony goth girl at a table, cute little red-haired toddler sitting next to her gnawing on the arm of his favorite stuffed monkey (that's doll stuffed animal, not like taxidermy, because that would be gross). They're managing.

You might think that coming in with a suitcase would put her at an advantage, and maybe it would if this were some kind of three-hour-tour situation; but here they are in the future, with technology that's too out of date to use (but not out of date enough to be useful again, like super-low-tech stuff). Here's a tattoo gun--yeah, no, can't plug that in. Portable sewing machine? Nope, not that either. All the things you could use to make a living for yourself, and you can't use them. Want to listen to music and relax? Here's a player with all your favorite songs on it, but you can't recharge it. Better save it for when you really need it.

So here she is with the only things primitive enough to be usable in the future: a pencil and a sketchbook. She can still draw, and nobody can stop her.

Totally botherable.

scarred_grin

[previously: A little family business.]

So here's a scruffy redhead, slouched just short of horizontal in one of the chairs, reading the SkyMall catalog while a fox cub sleeps on his chest; and a woman who looks like she's from a completely different time standing near him, wielding a drop spindle like the expert she is. They've had a few days alone together in their room, but it's important to stay busy.

"Ooh, I want one of these," he says, holding the catalog up and pointing. "It looks so comfortable."

"It says it's for pregnant women."

"Well, I could change."

"There's easier ways of getting me to give you a backrub, you know."

"Oh, I know--" He stops. And stares. "They sell the Ark of the Covenant."

"...what would you do with the Ark of the Covenant? And don't say 'melt Nazis.'"

"What wouldn't I do with it? It comes in three different sizes. One for every purpose, I'm sure."

[It really does, too. Tag either or both! Especially if you have a theory on what the hell, SkyMall.]

ikissdhimbck

It's hot this time of year out in Texas. Late summer, when the air turns so thick with moisture you can cut it with a butter knife. Kate's biding her time in Galveston, waiting for the hubbub to die down after her last big heist, but not even the ocean breezes coming off the coast can put a dent in the heat. That may be the greatest shock when she expects to set her boot down on weathered wood and gets the shiny floors of Ten Forward instead, sun gone and replaced with bright, cool light. She lifts her chin to see out from under the brim of her stetson (it used to be white, but dust and clay have turned it tawny), blinking hard at the sight she sees. She sets her hand to her hip, fingers brushing the rosewood grip of her Colt. This ain't the first time she's been pulled away from home — in fact, she's even used to the idea of strange rooms and odd future technology — but this ain't like any place she's been before. And just how did she get here?

She swallows down a yelp, taking stock of the room. People are dressed all strange, and outside the windows all she can see are stars. This ain't right. She's not gonna let herself panic, but this ain't right. Hell, she's done this once before, ended up somewhere she didn't plan on, so she looks around for people she might know.

"Tommy?" she calls, disappointed when she hears desperation in her voice. "Marian? Jim? John?"

She's working down her list of folk she trusts, folk who could take charge of the situation, folk she wouldn't leave home without. She's looking for answers, and a safe harbor.

"Tom?" she calls again, voice softer this time.

[ooc: Kissin' Kate Barlow is a former schoolteacher, about midway through her canon and a few years into being the meanest outlaw Texas has ever seen. At least, that's her reputation. She's as harmless as a pussycat so long as you don't threaten her, and searching for some answers. Kate's been in a game before, so she knows about things like airplanes and space travel, but she's pretty much your typical 19th century woman, and if you're confused about anything at all please contact me! I'm friendly, and happy to thread with anybody!]

ten_fwd_npcs

[ Captain's Log: a Meeting with the Senior Staff. Wherein Picard discusses what to do with their new, er. "Guests." ]

As you enter sickbay tonight, escorted there by Lieutenant Worf and his security detail, you may notice it isn't all that unusual. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you could 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 Chief Medical Officer Crusher herself, she's well-groomed and kindly, wearing her teal uniform and a blue coat. No masks, no rubber gloves. The most dangerous thing about her is that maternal look in her eyes; the one that scolds you for not doing your homework, or leaving your dirty dishes in your room.

The crew makes no promises for Dr. McCoy, on the other hand. He isn't one of ours. You should probably watch your neck.

"All right, don't be shy," Dr. Crusher calls out as you enter. "Come in and sit down. It's just a scan and maybe a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

Probably.

[ooc: This is an open log for everybody. Tagging isn't mandatory, but going to sickbay is. So 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. For those who are tagging, we have Bones McCoy and Beverly Crusher (NPC) on deck, so if you'd prefer one over the other just specify it in your tag. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your OP yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive.]

tased_lightning

The woman who appears in Ten Forward is cleaning her glasses with part of sweater. Her hair is damp with the damp of the recently showered.

Darcy looks up, and squints. Then she puts her glasses back on.

"Well," she says, after a long moment. "This is unexpected."

[ooc: Darcy is wearing a big fluffy sweater, jeans, and slipper socks. I'm going to be veeery slow, but :D HI]

pyrrha_pandora

Speaking of unfinished business...

Here, have a Pyrrha. And an Egil, for that matter.

She's a tall, lanky twentysomething goth with a crayon-red stripe in her hair, tiny shorts, fishnets, Chuck Taylors, black shirt with a sugar skull design on it; he's a red-haired baby with a fox-patterned sweater.

She's got a suitcase with her. That's different.

This isn't where she was, last she remembered anything, but that isn't all that unusual for her. All that matters is, she's got her foster-baby with her and he seems just fine.

Even if she's at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. Stand around until somebody who looks like they know what's going on shows up, maybe?

"Hey look, puppy, there's stars out that window."

decideformyself

One moment Philip is in the Gaia Library doing a routine lookup for a case. The next, he opens his eyes and finds himself in a strange place surrounded by an alarming number of people. He doesn't react at first, just looks around blankly. A hallucination? Or perhaps he's missing a few hours' worth of memories; either situation is possible. Indeed, highly likely if the right Gaia Memories are involved.

So he doesn't panic. Instead he makes his way through the crowd, searching for some clue as to where he might be. The windows seem promising enough; whatever scenery he might see outside could provide a valuable search keyword.

Except there is no scenery. Just star-speckled blackness as far as his disbelieving eyes can see, and they aren't any stars he recognizes. Still, stars are a start; he can at least use them to try and discern his location.

He closes his eyes and spreads one arm to the side, the other holding a book close to his chest. "Keywords," he says to himself. "Stellar cartography. Celestial navigation." He's done this lookup before, but only in regards to the stars visible from Japan's latitude. And since he doesn't recognize what he's seeing... How far from home is he?

This weirdly-dressed kid sure is standing oddly still in front of one window. He's not even looking out of it. What a waste of a breathtaking view. He's also probably in the way for anyone who actually wants to take a look for themself.

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