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( Late last night, in Room #0914 )

When he works up the nerve to ask the computer the time, it responds with 4:45am. A little early for his routine morning workout, but after that dream he doesn't think he'll be getting any more sleep tonight. He dresses efficiently and is out of his room by 4:52am, heading straight for the gym. Today's workout will end up being more punishing than normal.

By the afternoon, he's a little more settled but still restless. Holodeck 5, the one closest to Ten Forward, happens to be free for once. He loads the usual program and steps inside, standing at the outskirts of the bleachers in Ebbets Field as the crowd goes wild. Eyes closed, he listens to the stamping of feet and the crack of wood sending the ball home, the tinny voice of the announcer calling the plays, and the cheers of everyone around him, until he feels like he can breathe again. "Computer? Can we get rid of the crowd?"

With a hum, the stadium empties in a second. Ebbets Field is quiet, chalk lines fresh and undisturbed. Steve smiles softly, and moves down the steps to get to the field, leaving his sweatshirt on the rails. It's been a while since the last time he played ball.

[ooc: Practice game! It's going up a tad late because my weekend exploded, sorry Ten Forward you're gonna get more Steve in a few days. It's terrible of me, I know. Steve's just tossing the ball around tonight, anyone is welcome to join in and practice with him and ICly get invited to play on Wednesday. Wednesday's post will be organized into teams. If you have any questionnns, hit me over here and I'll try to have the teams posted in the OOC comm by Tuesday evening! :D Oh, and if you want to catch Steve before he hits the field just for a chat, you're welcome to do so!]

Current Mood: pensive
Current Location: catch him anywhere between decks 8 and 12!

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.

writes_with_digital_ink

It's been a long shift.

Very long.

And frustrating.

As soon as she clocks off, Gaila stalks to her quarters, strips out of her uniform and pulls on a dress. A Terran sundress, not Orion, because frankly, she's over pants and she'd feel undressed if she pulled on one of her tunics without pants.

She'd meant to sulk in her room and chill, but her room is small, itchy, and so she finds herself at the lounge. The lounge has people, but it's after the main time people are here. She can handle it.

And so, Ensign Gaila betIlley commandeers a table near a window, and flops over it. She'll get to her drink in moment. For now?

Flop.

immutablysam

Sam actually lived during parts of the golden age of piracy. These people's teeth are far too well tended, they smell better, the rum is a lot less... dirty, and who in all the hells ever talked like /that?/

But ok. So the pirate outfit is actually better than the stupid indian ones. And there's rum. Rum makes so many things better. Sam is wandering down the halls here and there, quite steadily, despite the bottle of rum being two-thirds gone, with three parrots having adopted 'him', and a couple more perching on the ornithopter that rolls behind Sam.

diplomaticsolutions

It was for several seconds that she had stood, eyes closed, before her lashes had fluttered back, only to be greeting with a sweeping view of space. Padmé was no stranger to it, having been on and off ships since she was a young girl. Even as she had grown, space travel had remained a constant- from Coruscant to Naboo and back, with stops here and there on other planets, depending on what was going on. Yet, as Padmé drew in a breath, there was complete and utter confusion on her face, before her brow furrowed.

The soft chatter of voices behind her had her looking over her shoulder, although by the looks of it, one might have thought it was her first time in space. Her eyes were slowly drawn back towards the window, glancing out into the cold depths before her, breathing in and out, although already something about that felt foreign and strange. Her hand was lifted and her palm opened, to gaze down at the item in her grasp, and it drew a sharp breath from her.

She could remember when Anakin had given it to her all those years ago, on a ship through space, as something to remember him by. Who would have know just what his role in her life was to be. Not even Padmé could have fathomed it. It was fuzzy and foggy, old memories mingling with new, but as her eyes traveled down on to that shimmering blue gown that she was dressed in, the confusion deepened. She pushed at her mind, recalling, of Mustafar, of the twins, of... of Anakin. A gasp was given, quick and sharp, before her eyes darted around the room, panic rising.

It seemed to be some sort of a cantina, although Padmé couldn't say that she was familiar with it. That there were different species didn't seem to bother her, although none were known. Not a single face was recognized either, and as her hands settled over her stomach, Japor snippet dangling. Obi-Wan. Luke... Leia... She had been... But... But she had died. That was a truth, and she found herself working that over and over in her mind.

Even as she tilted her head, little flowers went raining down, and Padmé bent, picking them up, holding the white petals in her free hand. She had no explanation as to why or how this had happened- or even what had happened. Was this some afterlife? That her emotions were a jumble wasn't surprising. Too much had happened, and the knowledge of everything pressed up against her. She paused, eyes closed again, wanting nothing more than to cry, but also knowing that crying wasn't going to help her.

Swallowing, Padmé turned back towards the populated area, and started to make her way forward. "Pardon, but do you think I could- that is, where am I? What ship is this?"

jadedassassin

To say that Mara was on high alert was an understatement. She'd been ripped away from her vacation, which really hadn't been a vacation at all because she kept thinking about her assassination of Dequc and how it had gone too well. Simulations confirmed her doubts, that if it had truly been him she would've met more resistance. She needed to get this information to the Emperor, but that plan had been badly foiled by her suddenly appearing in this place.

At least Mara hadn't just drawn her weapons and started attacking or threatening people. She exercised the better part of valor at times, which clearly worked to her advantage. There was a time and a place for forceful interrogations. This was not one of those times. She was outnumbered, clearly, and the Force was diminished. Which was more than a little disconcerting to her. She didn't like feeling so distant from it, though she could tell it was still there.

For the time being, she was walking around the ship, taking care to not get into any restricted area, though making note of where they were for future reference if she needed it. Anyone who saw her would see a woman who was dressed like she meant business. To those who knew what they were looking at, there was a lightsaber hilt hanging at her left hip. She was a Force user, though call her a Jedi and she would bristle at it. Mara was definitely not a Jedi. She wasn't Sith either, but she had been trained by Palpatine. Mara was an assassin with aspirations to be Palpatine's Sith Apprentice if she could get rid of Darth Vader.

That was the other thing bothering Mara. She had a telepathic link, perhaps even a Force bond, to Palpatine which was decidedly lacking now. No matter how much she tried to reach out to him, she couldn't get anything back. She doubted he was hearing her at all. And all of this was problematic.

adooronceopened

She should be dead. She should be... but she wasn't. How could she possibly be alive? She took a deep breath, feeling easy breath enter her lungs for the first time in years. She could breathe easily, which was perhaps a surprise, though if she wasn't dead, perhaps it shouldn't have been. She looked all around her and then down at herself. She was... wearing the gown she had worn from when the Doctor had broken through the mirror and saved her from being beheaded.

She turned this way and that, feeling the familiar weight on her bones. She took a deep breath, relishing in the air feeling her lungs so deeply it ached. How was this possible? Was this the Doctor's doing? Could he do something that impossible? Was this heaven, perhaps? She pressed a hand to her hip, trying to keep calm. She didn't know where she was, certainly, but that didn't mean panicking would allow her to think any clearer.

The Doctor wasn't here, so then, this might not be his doing. This place lacked the beauty of the palace. Calm yourself, Reinette. She kept telling herself. As she looked around, well, to be honest, she had never seen something like this place before. As she gazed about, she noticed the vast windows gazing out into...

She picked up her skirts and hurried over to a window, gazing out. Stars? Beautiful and... and so much closer. Had the Doctor been able to keep his promise?

Oh, but how? So many questions and so little time... or perhaps now she had all the time in the world. Everything seemed so strange. A brief jolt of fear shot up her spine and wrapped around her brain. What if this was the ship of those monsters? Had they truly succeeded in getting her at last? If that were true, then she would have to be very careful and find some way back home, even if it meant her death on the slow path once more.

Perhaps that was the strangest part of all. She could still remember being so bone weary and exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open. She remembered the king holding her hand, staying by her side as she could barely lift herself out of bed. So what was all this then? Where was the tiredness? Where was the exhaustion? She looked back out the window, alone in such a strange room. Reinette needed to think clearly, needed to understand just what was happening. She'd need to find someone to speak to and ask where she was, and for that matter, what year was it. Everything after that would take... time, would take planning. But she could do very little when everything was so unclear. Perhaps even his majesty was here?

She yearned for a friendly face, or at least, a helpful one.

At the sound of movement, she stood up and brushed the front of her gown. Carefully, she placed a calm, collected, and pleasant expression on her face, slipping the familiar mask on. As a courtier, it was easy enough to do, and frantic screaming and pleading was not at all going to endear her to whomever her captors might be. She glided over to the person and inclined her head.

"I beg your pardon," she started, not sure how she would be treated here. "But I am in need of assistance. I am afraid I am a bit unsure of my situation. If there is someone I should speak to, pray tell, instruct me towards their direction and I will handle things from there."

general_chang

The fight was long and hard. There had been allies, whether Chang wanted them or not, but the result was the same, the violence was finally starting to die down and respect from the Klingons was as tangible as the tang of blood.

It was then that Chang began to speak, his voice low but carrying, filled with the purpose of the moment.

"You have come here to die to fight me. You have come to wrest me and deliver me in chains to the Klingon High Council. I have acted dishonourably in the eyes of the Council and in your eyes. You wish to punish me."

He allowed the grumbling to subside. "But I have fought you all in honourable combat. I have taken you on and defeated you. I have used the Sword of Kahless."

The grumbling took a different tone. "I have proved my honour to you. When was the last time the High Council valued your views enough to do so? You know what this sword means. You know my power. My right. I will not take it without your consent.

"Go back to your ships. Go back and speak of this day and this time and the potential it will bring. And bring the High Council a message: I will find out how much honour they have."

One of the Klingons pulled out their communicator and uttered a phrase. The brown shimmering light surrounded the Klingons still alive and they vanished, leaving the bodies behind.

Chang stared at the bodies around him, panting quietly. He dropped to his knees suddenly and leant on the Sword of Kahless, struggling to stay conscious.

Current Mood: drained

magneticxman

Lorna isn't drinking, for once. It's late at 'night' and she ought to be trying to sleep, but instead she's sitting in Ten Forward, concentrating hard on a project. A book about wire wrapping is sitting open on in front of her (a real book, rather than one on a PADD), and she's manipulating a silver wire with a pair of plyers. So far she's not very far into it, but you'd never guess that she's a beginner by looking at her work.

Mostly because she's cheating. It's a good exercise in fine motor control and the plyers are just there to hide the fact that she's using her powers.

So far she has half of a flower stem done, with an assortment of small stones waiting to be put in their settings. That part will be tricky, but she's smiling and appears to be relaxed. With no evil to fight or racists to avoid she's been a little bored. A hobby is just what she needs to get out of her slump. Or so she hopes. So far it's amusing enough.

After a few moments she sets the stem down and stretches her back, looking around for a friendly face. Then she remembers that there aren't many friendly faces here and she sighs, resting her chin in her hand. It's probably time to get over losing Remy and find a new friend, but she doesn't know how to start looking for one.

feellikeibelong

Helena was settling into things here on the Enterprise. It was certainly far more active than the Egime, that was for certain. There was more to see and do, for which she was grateful. There was even good food. No more nutritional paste from the Nysgods to live off of. And there were also windows on this ship that allowed her to look out at the stars and planets around them.

For a woman who had dreamt of the stars all of her life, she was certainly more than excited to have this opportunity. Also knowing that sometimes the ship visited these other planets and they could walk around them was enthralling. Helena was barely containing her excitement over the first such instance she'd be able to experience.

She'd been walking, getting to know more of the ship which she was allowed to explore, when she'd come to a stop in front of a window. She managed to keep herself from plastering her face against it, but she was standing close to see as much of the universe outside of it as she could. She watched the stars with more than a little fascination and awe. There was a smile on her face.

"Perhaps I am needing to write a new novel," she mused, not taking her gaze away from the sight outside for one moment. The woman from the Victorian era was having her mind blown over seeing the stars this close.

immutablysam

Sam took a long time setting this one up. The details had to be right. The ship has records of Africa, of course, but those are, in general, from a time long after Sam's own.

The 'camp' is just at the border between jungle and wetlands. The ground is treacherous here. Much further towards the trees, and it'd take a machete to get very far. Mosquitoes abound, the heat is downright oppressive, and if one wanders too far off of the trail, partly just composed of mud layers on top of tree roots, they might get a close up of a crocodile or three, floating in the water amidst the fallen trees to escape the heat of midday.

Sam seems quite comfortable, stretched out on a fallen log, hat tipped down to shade 'his' eyes while he waits for company.

Current Location: Holo-Decks

immutablysam

The ship still just feels wrong. Decades and decades of wilderness, primitive civilizations, and the occasional bounce into somewhere as big as 1815 St. Louis never prepared Sam for this.

The holo-decks, since Gaila passed on some lessons in working them, have been a welcome relief. Today's simulation is sparring practice - Sam and Bubsy are teaming up to take on a Klingon patrol team.

The flying machine has no weapons, but dips and dives, providing a distraction and occasional good cause to duck, as Sam weaves and darts between the warriors, knives against bat'leths - just daring them to risk shooting each other.

Yeah, so maybe the future has some good points.

stark_spangled

Steve's been spending a lot of time with Akito since he woke up. He feels responsible for the kid, even if the accident wasn't his fault. Since the knock to his head affected his memories, Steve kinda feels like the only guy on this ship who remembers who he is, and when the topic of a health care guardian came up with Dr. Crusher he seemed like the only real choice. Looking over his medical file a few days ago, he looked up and smiled.

"Hey, you've got the same birthday as my best friend," he had said.

Akito had just blinked at him. "I do?"

There was never much folding green* lying around back when he and Bucky were kids, so birthdays were usually marked by the usual pinch-to-grow-an-inch and a 'Happy Birthday, Punk,' and sometimes -- on good years -- a flat cake (because they were always out of baking soda) decorated with candy corn they'd saved from the last fall. He had frowned, realizing Akito and Bucky may have shared something else in common. Neither of them could remember ever having a birthday party.

So there's a cake in Ten Forward. A real one, with layers and frosting and 'Happy Birthday' scrawled across the top in icing. There are some balloons and music, and the bartender has helped out with punch and drinks and other snacks. Next to the cake there are a few wrapped presents. Hey, Steve got Natasha an alien space dog for her birthday; there's no way he was going to forget Bucky and Akito. Even if, to get them to come, he told Bucky the party was for Akito, and told Akito the party was for Bucky. Hey, it's the truth. Sort of.

It's not a huge party -- Steve wouldn't know the first thing about throwing one like that -- but it's festive and open to the whole room. Steve's friendly to everybody, helpful where he can be, and as long as everyone is on this ship he figures that makes them part of the same team. So come get a slice of cake.

(*slang for extra spending cash
ooc: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY BARNES AND WANIJIMA AKITO!! As if Steve would forget. So this is set up party post style, where we'll have subheadings for various party activities, but if we forget anything fun or you have ideas to add in, start your own header threads! Then tag around wherever you like, using the subject line to say if you're OTA or locked to certain people like Steve, Akito, or Bucky. Steve would have made the invitation to the party public, so there's no need to worry about crashing. EVERYONE IS INVITED!)

Current Location: Deck 10, Forward: Lounge

whereishe

Yuna had done this a few times before but each time she hadn't done the foot work. There was a lot to do and she was trying to do it all by herself. Luckily time was one thing that she had in abundance. She ran down the halls with a wide smile looking perhaps a little too happy with paper gripped tightly in her hands. Each one had a hand written notice on it informing them of a concert that will be taking placing on the holodeck. It had specific directions and a time. She wanted to see if she could get everyone to come even though she still have to finish getting the scene together in the holodeck and then make sure she could use her spheres without it getting in the way of what she had in mind.

She stopped everyone in the hall with a wide smile holding out the flyer. "Here! I'm having a concert! You should come!"

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Later in the day she can be found shouting at the holodeck as she tries to get the scene to change according to her memories. To be far the holodeck had no recollection of Spira in its data so she was trying to do it from scratch and it was a lot harder than she had thought. Yuna through her arms down to the sides getting perhaps a little to angry with the machine.

"Come on."

Yuna and technology didn't always mix well and even from the hallway her shouts could be heard.

[ooc: feel free to tag either! I will have a concert posted up in a few weeks as well. :3]

and_she_waited

In some wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey universe where it is a perfect Saturday night ~~and certainly not a Sunday afternoon~~, one can walk into a lounge out in the heart of space and see it made over with candles and linen tablecloths and red rose centerpieces. It's not anything quite as grand as what Q could do. Amy is using the romance of the room: windows looking out across the stars, soft lighting; she even has a trio in one corner playing flute, cello, and violin.

As you walk into Ten Forward, you'll see a sign which says ♥ BLIND DATING TONIGHT, 7PM ♥ and a redhead standing by with 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; even if Amy's first go at this had been that big of a success, the woman in charge, Guinan, insisted the room stay open for other patrons. She's taken mostly the tables around the outside of the room, where there is the best view of space and a little privacy, and each of those tables has a number on it.

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 she truly thinks she outdid herself this time.

[ooc: So for everyone who's been on a blind date before, you know the drill. You and your partner will get a card with your table number, introductions can happen there and where it goes after that is up to you! The Date Gone Wrong scenarios are here if you need a refresher. You can mingle with other participants at the bar; after all, this is all about meeting new people! Threadhop, tag around, tag someone you might not otherwise meet, have fun with it. Again, you don't have to use this post, you can make your own locked posts for your dates, but this should give you a good idea of the setting you have to work with. Amy will be close by if anyone needs her, and I will be available all night if anyone needs me! HAVE FUN. :D]

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: Deck 10, Forward: Lounge

ikissdhimbck

It happens every time.

This Q fella gets it in his pea-brain to throw a party, and Kate finds herself trussed up in some tawdry affair.

(At least it could be worse, she reckons, when she considers some of the other costumes. The whip is certainly new, but how's she ever supposed to pick anything up with these silly gold nails? She's liable to poke somebody's eye out with these things.)

She takes a gander around the lounge, reckoning it's useless to make a stink about it. She'll likely be stuck like this until whatever foolish holiday this is passes by.

"Me-ow."

Perhaps she'll find that new gentleman friend of hers and hide in a corner somewhere until this all passes. Then again, Kate has always wanted to learn how to use a bullwhip...

Current Mood: fiesty
Current Location: Deck 10, Forward: Lounge

treadswater

Annie Cresta had been - somewhat unusually - in Ten Forward without Finnick somewhere in her immediate vicinity. Away from the tatters of her reputation (and the need for it), the woman is hesitantly trying to interact with people. People she doesn't know. People who aren't the other Four Victors. Her plan today had been to go to Ten Forward, grab some iced tea, and sit at a table. She had a PADD with her, so she could look like she was reading, and if anyone decided to talk to her, she was going to try.

(It's...nice, here, the way no one double-takes at her hair, no one points and stares, no one shakes their head almost sadly at her.)

That, at least, had been the plan. She takes her iced tea from the barkeeper and, before she can turn around, her clothes change. The last time she wore a skirt even remotely this short, it'd been for the Tributes' Interviews in the Capitol. Although that skirt had been shorter. And more slinky than...puffy. And she hadn't had those thigh-high stockings. Or her hair pinned up on top of her head in two fluffy buns. Certainly no hat. Her face feels different, and she pulls off one of her gloves to trace - lightly - over make-up. Although she can't see it, her face is now pure white with patterns drawn over her eyes and lips in red and black, with a pair of red and black hearts on her cheeks.

"Oh," Annie says, more then a little wide-eyed. "Um?"

In another part of the lounge, Gaila betIlley lets out a delighted laugh. First Wonder Woman back at Halloween and now... well, she's not sure what this costume is. But she likes the purple dress, and the way these heels make her legs look.

(She can't see her make-up, and mostly Q has left her green skin and golden lips as they are. But she has the traditional black harlequin fake tears, edged in gold and purple, and she's certainly not going to object whenever she gets to view her face in a mirror.)

She also likes the amount of beads Q has given her. She's sure it's all for fun - after all, so many other people have appeared with them, too.

But she blows a kiss to the air anyway.

Well.

At least she's been given a mask.

Not that Natasha Romanoff objects to costumes or dressing up (and she can even admit that this costume isn't bad, as far as they go). Quite on the contrary - her best friend has, one more than one occasion, remarked that the room she keeps all her clothes, wigs and make-up looks nothing less than the costume trailer for a very large circus. And she uses it all. Not just on missions, but for fun. Because she wants to. The operating phrase there being because she wants to.

Natasha sighs, puts down the mask, and then slips off her platform shoes. She'll ruin the tights this way, but she can't run in those. They are a little too ridiculous, even for her.

(Hopefully Rogers is in a ridiculous outfit. It'd make this entirely worthwhile.)

[OOC: One player, three pups, comment for which one you are tagging! Due to tag load, this post may get closed, but we've discussed plot, you can still tag in :-) But until then, OTA!]

and_she_waited

The redhead has been sitting at a table for a while now.

She hasn't made a fuss or otherwise stood out too much, but the keen eye will know she's been looking more gutted as the minutes tick on. Not so long ago, her husband left the ship* — all fine and well, he's gone off to find the Doctor and their way back home, though why Amy couldn't go with him is still beyond her. She's actually hoping that Q character shows up so she can punch him in the nose.

He doesn't, though. But you know what does start happening? Happy, smiling faces. People falling in love (like really in love, what's that about?). Romance, dinners. Is it Valentine's Day?

"Oh, bollocks," she mutters, because now she misses Stupid Face even more.

She can't be the only one, though. Lots of people here have been taken far from home, lots more even who don't have anyone they know by their side. For a moment she takes some comfort in that, but then it gets her thinking. What about that lot? What are we supposed to do when all these people are mooning over each other in plain view?

She looks to the left. She looks to the right. And then Mrs. Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams climbs up on her chair and stands on the table and shouts so the whole room can hear her.

"All right, everyone! Listen up! Lots of us spent Christmas on this boat away from home, so I say if we're gonna be stuck here for another holiday while everyone's spoutin' love at each other, maybe we should get to know each other better. Those of us who're here alone or separated from our loved ones, that is. Well, anyone! Point is, Amy Pond's Dating Service is now open! If you want to meet someone, today's your lucky day," she says, with a grand sweep of her hand.

She dismounts and strides over to the bar to see if she can get some serviettes to write on. Oh, right. Paper isn't much of a thing here, is it? To the replicator it is.

A few minutes later, there's a sign sitting on her table in colourful reds and pinks, and she's holding a clipboard in her hands.

~*BLIND DATING SIGN-UPS*~

[ *There will be a PL posted soon with more info about that! ]

immutablysam

Since learning the very, very basics of what these rooms did, Sam has been taking regular advantage of the holodecks and their combat training programs.

Sort-of-maybe-a-dating-thing with a programmer has helped though. Enough that Sam has been able to load existing programs more readily, even if 'he's' going to need help to create anything new. Right now, it's three simultaneous combat programs running at once.

Duck a bat'leth and return strike... Klingons are durable, good to know. One stab doesn't take them down.

Rolling with a Romulan punch - stronger than humans, also good to know. Sam whirls with the momentum, cutting down that foe. There's plenty more.

Not sure what the big lizard things are, other than slow.

Sam learns, assesses, and just keeps speeding up, knives moving impossibly fast to parry and strike as dozens of opponents close in.

Yep, that's what this room is for. Fun.

mr_laforge

There are a lot of dirty jobs Geordi La Forge ends up doing for the good of the Enterprise. Luckily, this doesn't happen to be one of them. OK, the prospect of walking 32 kilometers over uneven terrain while leading a small team isn't exactly a vacation, but when Captain Picard asked him to beam down to Risa to check out some readings the Enterprise picked up on dilithium crystals, Geordi wasn't about to start complaining.

He's stationed outside one of the resorts, in uniform but with a more comfortable pair of boots on, waiting for his team to arrive. He has a small pack slung over his shoulder, along with his tricorder and phaser on his hip. He has instructed everyone to bring some food and water, and a bedroll in case the unexpected happens and they are forced to camp out for a night before heading back. Hopefully everyone comes prepared.

In the meantime, no one will blame him if he takes in some of the sights, right? And maybe even enjoy an island drink? Virgin, of course. He is on duty, after all.

[ooc: If you signed your character up to go on the Rescue mission (OOC Plotting Post here!), then this is the post for you! You should have hopefully received some instructions for tagging via your preferred means of contact. Geordi will be around to chat with other characters soon!]

Current Location: Planetside

meimeimechanic

Kaylee wasn't sure what to make of it all. It was fancy like the core planets seemed to be but it wasn't like them at all. Where the shuttle docked it looked like something from the captures she'd seen or something like Inara would be telling her about. Back home it wasn't very tropical. Hot and dusty there was a heck of a lot of but this was new. Kaylee didn't mind new so much. There were people to talk to as soon as she left her suite on the planet.

She wasn't sure if she should have stayed in the hotel or gone a little further but there was a whole planet to explore and shops with exciting things. New clothes she could buy and so many new foods to try. It was the strange fruits that she was curious about trying first though.

Eventually Kaylee found herself at a beach. She'd never been to a beach before. Seen them, flown over them and the huge seas. Sure. But it was a big difference to the dirt that lead down to the stream growing up. Not that Kaylee was going to miss the chance then. This was going to be embraced fully. There would also be swimming in that blue water.

ten_fwd_npcs

It's not very often a passenger is taken to Deck 33, and for good reason. Deck 33 is where the brig is located.

Should a passenger make an inquiry to one of the computer terminals, or access the directory on their PADDs, the locations of three passengers will be noted as 'BRIGGED' in bold font, with the following statements:

MACK GERHARDT has been taken into custody for breaking quarantine, entering a restricted area, and engaging in disorderly conduct. He will be brigged for three days assuming he cooperates with the officers in charge.

KHAN NOONIEN SINGH has been taken into custody for disorderly conduct and the assault of another passenger, following an enforced stay in Sickbay. He will be brigged for two days assuming he cooperates with the officers in charge.

DYLAN HUNT has been taken into custody for disorderly conduct and the assault of another passenger, following an enforced stay in Sickbay. He will be brigged for two days assuming he cooperates with the officers in charge.

There are officers standing guard outside the brig, as well as one stationed inside. The men are celled separately by forcefield to prevent further incident, and while it looks and sounds like there is no barrier between their cells and the room at large, there is no crossing-over until the forcefields are lowered. Visitors are allowed entrance after they check in with the guards on duty, and no one is allowed to be alone with the prisoners.

[ooc: Open visiting log for the brig. All security personnel are NPCs and should be treated as there in the background unless they're called on to answer questions or engage with other characters.]

Current Location: Deck 33: Room #5244, Brig

writes_with_digital_ink

Pigs.

Nerf guns.

Random, fun-inducing snow flurries (and don't think she hasn't noticed that, Whoever It Was Who Thought That One Up).

So it's with a larger degree of caution than she's used to employing that Gaila, now armed with a nerf gun and wearing rather more sensible clothes than she usually wears (less flowing lines of fabric, more of the 'leggings and boots and jacket' ), makes her way around the ship.

At some point, she may even notice the sprigs of mistletoe that appear and then wink out of existence, but, hey. Computer nerd who happily spends a lot of time in front of the computer: situational awareness isn't her strong point.

alwaysnotwrong

There are pigs in the corridors. Large, squealing, hairless sows, squeaking piglets, even one moderately imposing boar is making Deck Ten his run... and somebody has to round them up. Never mind that there have been dangerous convicts and honourless villains appearing at random aboard the Enterprise with the rest of its harmless new 'guests', Worf has worked under the orders of Captain Picard for years. Even if he has only been reintegrated to his old role for a few days, he is one of the first to understand how important it will be to round these suids up.

That is why he can be found all across the Enterprise, along with his team of security officers, attempting to trick the crafty, pink-skinned beasts into dead ends and forcefield barriers. You might encounter the Klingon tracking his prey with a look of tight-jawed frustration on his own... or you might just be surprised to hear him bellowing as he gives chase to some potentially infuriating sow.

He has not yet discovered the true danger in all of this: mistletoe hanging from innocuous bulkhead beams has been causing crew and civilians alike to share kisses. If Worf does not deputize you in his attempt to capture the last of these tricksome beasts, you might just have the misfortune of being under the same sprig at the same time as him. He will apologize afterwards, but be warned: he bites.

((A catch-all event for Worf's pig and mistletoe shenanigans! Feel free to reply here if you'd like to get in on either!))

savagemind

The ship was falling.

Correction: the ship had fallen, skipping across the ocean like a pebble on a lake, scraping Alcatraz clean and tumbling towards the city. Sparks showered the bridge, alarms screaming about hull integrity, bulkhead damage, warp and impulse drive failure. None of it mattered. From his perch in the captain's chair, Khan let nothing but grief and rage fill his thoughts as the city skyline filled the viewscreen.

They'd taken everything from him. Now he would return the favor.

The saucer struck. Khan was thrown forward, and everything went white--

And he woke, aching and crumpled on a cold floor. He pushed himself up, face twisted in a silent snarl, and took stock, mind immediately jumping to one single, obvious conclusion.

Starfleet.

They should have let him die with his crew. Their mistake.

whereishe

It has taken sometime getting used to this new home that she has found herself in. Yuna didn't know what to expect so she stopped trying to expect anything at all. The hardest thing was finding ways to use her time. She would study but often found herself getting stuck at the simplest concept and tossing it aside for other pursuits.

She liked the holodeck, mostly because it was a place she could practice. She kept her power levels low and focused on exercising control. She walked into the center of the holodeck after pressing what she assumed was the correct collection of buttons to make it work. It took a moment but soon a collection of ruins stood around her. The partial builds were cut from a gray stone and from first glance they almost looked as if they are grown from the ground instead of carved. Some planet life grew around them but the wind was so cold that it was only the most resilient vines and weeds. Her foot steps echoed through the porous buildings as she walked through the familiar grounds, a light grin playing across her lips.

Yuna's clothing glowed and shifted around her reforming into her thief dressphere. She wanted to be quick and this was the easy way. She tided her blades to her side and then brought her hands together as if in prayer as she focused. Tendrils of purple and black smoke surrounded her and in a blink she was gone. She reappeared higher in the sky falling towards the ground. Tendrils appeared once more, spreading out around her as she attempt to catch herself.

[OOC: Feel free to run into her when she is studying or practicing.]

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

therightpartner

Peggy is beginning to think the universe is playing some sort of grand joke on her. First she steps off a lift and ends up on a space ship. Then she finds out that certain people she had assumed were either dead or missing were very much alive...

Really, it's enough to make even the most well adjusted person begin to wonder...

Or to accept the strangeness surrounding her and adapt to it as quickly as possible. Which is what she intends to do when her usual clothes are suddenly replaced by a variation of the World War II era Captain America uniform complete with a version of a shield that's made of something light but lacks the distinctive feel of the original. Considering some of the clothing she's seen so far, the change in attire could be much worse. At least she didn't end up in one of the costumes from Steve's USO show.

Comfortable or not, Peggy wants to know where her clothes are and when they're going to be returned. If this has happened to others, then the usual means of communication are probably overloaded with demands for information. So searching out the details seems like the best option and that means Ten Forward.

Stepping into the bar, she's slightly relieved that others seem to have found themselves in the same situation.

((occ: The cosplay picture is not me and I do not claim to own any rights to it. It's a lovely design and one of my favorites for female Cap uniforms.))

zerocharliexray

Zinda loves Halloween.

She loves the candy, the parties, the dressing up -- once she got used to this new-fangled type of costume, anyhow, that seems more to be about fun than scary -- and so she doesn't even mind when her Blackhawk uniform gets replaced with an unceremonious blink by a uniform of a totally different sort.

"Well, hey, now."

She gives an experimental twirl, and tugs the crimson cap a little more snugly over one eye to laugh. "Who wants to play some ball?"

writes_with_digital_ink

Gaila squeaks.

She tries not to do that. People have a tendency to think it is adorable, and while that can be all kinds of fun in the right circumstances, she tries to aim for more professional as a general trait.

But, no. She squeaks. She squeaks, and spills her hot chocolate (laced with enough cayenne pepper to turn it pinkish) over her hand.

Then again, given her clothes have suddenly morphed in this, she has good reason.

If nothing else, she's now over six foot thanks to those heels. And there is a tiara. And...a whip?

"Um?"

Current Mood: confused

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