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You'll find the Counseling Offices, and it's Counseling Staff run by Counselor Troi, located on Deck 8. A message which has been passed along to the new arrivals and those who've been here for longer several times. From their first appointments in sickbay after arrival up to the newest happenstances since then, which continue to lead to a greater need.

For those entering for the first time, you find these offices are of subdued, calming green walls with equally unobtrusive light purple furniture, and gentle ambient light. Each of the rooms has an assortment of chairs, tables, and even a snaking reclining couch, which may be used for sitting or laying down on as you feel called.

Nothing to worry about and no pressure from the moment you walk in.

They're here to help as best they can.

[ooc: Counseling Sessions are, as will be always, OTA and open for backtagging! Like the Sickbay posts, you can expect one of these every month, so no stressing if you can't make one, we'll be back next month.

For new characters/players: tagging and counseling is NOT mandatory. Deanna Troi is acting as head of the Counseling Staff, but all staff are available to you. If you have prearranged to be meeting with a specific counselor, tag in specifying which counselor are requesting in the subject line, otherwise one will leap at you as they are available. All your information and questions about the Counseling Staff can be found here.

ten_fwd_npcs

Now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access comes a big day for them: the day they receive their official introduction to the Enterprise. It starts with a tour of the ship and some background to the situation, delivered by Chief O'Brien.

The tour covers the main areas of the ship, and a history of recent events, Q-inspired and otherwise.

Once the tour has wrapped up, it normally falls on Worf's shoulders to assign the new arrivals quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. They have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed. Unfortunately, Worf is still unavailable, and so instead it falls on Lt. Junior Grade Baldwin’s shoulders to do so.

As he has done this before, Baldwin has a speech prepared:

"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.

"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.

Looking down at the safety of his PADD, he says, "Room assignments are as follows," before reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0713 - Emma Swan and Killian Jones
Room # 0718 - Natasha Romanoff and Mary McGarrett
Room # 0719 - Alec Troven and DJ
Room # 0732 - Jonas Quinn and The Doctor
Room # 0752 - Trilby Elliot and Katherine Barlow
Room # 0753 - Carolyn Lam and Ashida Noriko
Room # 0762 - Sam Bowe and Merlin
Room # 0772 - Inari Raith and Rose Tyler
Room # 0773 - Samanosuke Akechi and Trever McCallum

Deck 8

Room # 0142 - James T. Kirk and Sam Wilson
Room # 0144 - Hugh Cambridge and John Crichton

Deck 9,
Room # 0914 - Ezri Dax and Steve Rogers
Room # 0917 - Rygel XVI and Ziva David
Room # 0923 - Todd the Wraith
Room # 0927 - Jacob Keyes and Tony Stark
Room # 0928 - Tex and Harry Dresden

"I will remain here to answer questions," Baldwin says, managing to keep the reluctance out of his voice. "And the rest of the Security 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: Open log for building CR with new roommates and meeting neighbors, "party post" style! 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 a post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and find 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. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]

Current Mood: aggravated

sizeofyourbaggage

Despite all the craziness around the ship, there's at least one thing that Sam's more than content with. Honestly, there was a part of him that'd always wanted his wings back, despite the fact that he gave them up - there's a reason that he'd kept an eye on the wings, kept all his files and knew exactly where they were - but he hadn't figured on having free reign with them.

Now that he does - and especially now that he's back to being the right size to use them again - he's maybe been practicing with them a hell of a lot more than he can reasonably justify as just training. He's having fun, all right, there was a time that it was a rare enough occasion that now he doesn't see a problem with clinging to it.

But flying solo only goes so far. He misses the company, and even if he doesn't want to admit that - most of the reason he's gonna be using the wings is for other people, pick ups and carries and drop offs, and he does need that training, too.

So he's angling for a volunteer, right about now.

His wingpack is securely on his back as he roams around the ship, looking for anyone he recognizes or anyone who seems like they don't have anything to do at the moment.

stark_spangled

Keeping track of the seasons isn't always easy, but Steve knows the date here is for the end of March, and even if the calendar back home says "April" that still means one thing.

Baseball season.

He hasn't used the holodecks in a while. Akito has been taking up a lot of his free time, and while he's fine with that the kid has started getting on his case about brooding too much. Peggy's been gone for a month now. She's probably not walking through his door again, and that's a good thing -- for her. It just reminds him of what he's missing.

To stave off any ill-conceived attempts to set him up on dates or push him around to other people, Steve has left Akito to his own devices for a few hours. He didn't really have a goal in mind when he ended up at the holodeck. He thought maybe he'd stop in Ten Forward for something to eat, but his feet just kept going after he reached the lounge, and didn't stop until he was standing in front of the computer panel currently telling him the holodeck was vacant. He frowns for a few minutes.

"Computer, um. Are there any baseball fields on file?" he asks. The computer gives him an affirmative answer, and starts listing off more baseball fields than he knows what to do with. "Whoa, wait. Uh, sorry. How about Ebbets Field?" Another affirmative, and another long list of options. Steve rubs the back of his neck. "OK. Ebbets Field, Flatbush, New York, Earth, around the year..."

He thinks back over some of the games he's seen, but he doesn't feel up to taking a walk down memory lane tonight. He's tempted to ask about the 1920 World Series, but as he's forming the words another thought occurs to him. "April 15, 1947. Jackie Robinson's first game with the Dodgers."

There is another affirmative chirp, and at last the Computer says, "You may enter when ready." Steve pockets his hands and steps inside the holodeck doors, and with such shocking clarity it almost knocks the wind out of him he finds himself in the bleachers at Ebbets Field, just as he remembers it.

Current Location: Deck 10, Holodeck 5

treadswater

The last time Annie Cresta had been in sickbay, she'd been high as a kite. The doctor - Bashir, Julian Bashir - had been...kind, she thinks. Certainly competent. But she'd been high as a kite and, well, herself when stressed and throwing one of her fits, and Finnick had been himself and if Dr Bashir had had to deal with Finnick just out of the arena...

It's not the best impression. Of either of them.

So Annie has made herself look neat (pale blue ankle-length skirt belted around her waist, loose blouse, a tan jacket, her hair in a fishtail braid) and gone to the sickbay on Deck 12 to apologize. And, perhaps, to see if there is anything else that could maybe help Finnick.

Maybe. If there is. And if she feels like she can ask anyone.

Annie keeps her footfalls loud enough to be heard as she walks out of the elevator, but as she walks, she also scans the room with a sharp, trained gaze. She's not high now, nor hysterical, and hospitals are always places where it's a good idea to know what's going on.

"Um," she starts. "Hello? Anyone in?"

[ooc: still on slowatus, but tossing this up anyway ~~because I can~~. locked to

asklepian and

sizeofyourbaggage]

Current Location: Deck 12

ten_fwd_npcs

Boy, is Beverly ever glad things are back to normal — or at least what passes for normal these days. Things got a little strange last month, but so far there haven't been any out-of-the-ordinary incidents. That should probably worry her, huh?

If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, relatively harmless.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. If you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. For those who are tagging: if you have a preference which doctor sees your character, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like (Beverly Crusher, Trance Gemini, Julian Bashir, Simon Tam, Sam Wilson, Merlin, Meh Yewll, Bruce Banner, Todd, and the newly cleared Carson Beckett are definitely on deck, with possible appearances by others). There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details, if you have any questions.]

Current Location: Section 23 Baker, Room # 1631: Sickbay

ten_fwd_npcs

O-kay, so things have been a little ... odd on the ship. Some people have been acting rather out of character, ducking their duties for romantic escapades or complaining that their good friends aren't quite themselves. Romance may be in the air, but the CMO has other ideas. Like maybe an alien pest who likes to play tricks on people. Her sickbay hasn't gone unaffected, but luckily the strange effects are beginning to wear off and people are returning to work. Still, she's prepared to treat anything. ~~Just please assure her you were safe and responsible if you, uh, made a special friend.~~

If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, relatively harmless.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. If you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. For those who are tagging: if you have a preference which doctor sees your character, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like (Beverly Crusher, Julian Bashir, Sam Wilson, Mack Gerhardt, and Merlin are definitely on deck, with possible appearances by others). There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]

Current Location: Section 23 Baker, Room # 1631: Sickbay

sizeofyourbaggage

Sam doesn't spend a lot of time in the bar, but every once in a while, he likes to go grab a drink, especially after the end of a shift in the sickbay.

The fact that it's Valentine's Day hasn't exactly escaped his notice, considering the fact that the people gathered in the longue at the moment are predominantly couples - or noticeably single - but that doesn't bother him at all. If he was back at home, he wouldn't be doing much different, except maybe volunteering to cover someone's shift at the VA, so they could spend the day with their significant other.

Maybe he'll bring Natasha or Steve a gift, something small and silly, just for fun.

But for the moment, he's just going to enjoy the drink he'd ordered at the bar, his attention mostly on taking a sip from it as he moves towards a table.

fishermansweater

[ cw: depression, violent death ]

( He's been trying. He really has. )

He doesn't remember coming into the lounge, doesn't remember taking the seat with its back to the wall in the habit of a victor. He doesn't know how long he's been here or even if there was a reason he left his room and wandered here.

It's as unreal as a nightmare, a nightmare he's had over and over since he came here, but that no longer clears when he opens his eyes, leaves him drifting in the unreal world between sleep and waking.

Physically, Finnick is back to his usual self, the marks of the burns and the cut on his leg flawlessly healed by Doctor Bashir. He's still stunningly beautiful, his face cast into profile as his gaze drifts towards the starry window, but the beauty has an ice chill to it, like it's frozen in a statue.

The green eyes that are so startlingly light and clear in his deeply tanned face are distant, looking not at the stars, nor the window, nor anything immediately apparent.

They're focused on District 4.

The hands that rest on the table in front of him are fidgeting, endlessly, over and over, running through the same repetitive motions. Someone watching closely might see a pattern in the way his fingers weave among each other. But they'd need to know Finnick, or to have seen the things he can do with a vine in the arena, to recognize what those skilled fingers are doing: tying knots in a rope that isn't there.

They'd need to be from the fisheries of District 4 to read the movements, to see he's tying and untying the same knot in thin air over and over and over again.

It's a good luck knot.

[ OOC note: Those of you familiar with canon will recognize Finnick as he appeared early in Mockingjay. Those of you not familiar with canon: feel free to approach him, but don't expect him to be a good conversationalist. ]

Current Location: Deck Ten, Forward: Lounge

fallaces_sunt

After this:

There is a flash of light in Ten Forward and a black car appears.

A black Corvette Stingray C7, to be precise.

Which is moving.

There is another flash, as if the Powers That Be decided that the idea wasn't as funny in execution as in the planning, and the car vanishes again.

A third flash, and the corridor outside Ten Forward suddenly has the car driving down it. The driver - a redhead who hasn't been seen on this ship in quite a few months - has slammed on the breaks, but, well, she hadn't exactly been driving in a parking lot.

She stops before she hits a wall. That's the main thing. And she'll apologize to any and everyone who had to dive out of the way. But for now, she puts the handbrake on and firmly turns her car off before palming the keys, and turns to stare at her companion.

"Well, Steve," Natasha says with a tight smile. "Guess you don't have to worry about getting back to the Enterprise."

[ooc: post is open to all until we say otherwise and even then, feel free to react to car. Tag both, tag one - but if tagging one, you'll probably get occasional comments from the other.

Have fun!]

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.

raavashing

The biggest problem Wan had found with living on the City-Ship was that there was no earth beneath his feet and no moon in the sky overhead. Sure he'd learned he could 'create' them in the holodeck-things, but it wasn't the same. They weren't real and he could feel that they weren't real. Or not feel, as the actual case was. The water and rocks it 'created' felt real against his skin and if he had never gained the ability to manipulate the elements, then he would have believed them to be so.

But he could control the elements. He could feel them, their energy mingled with his own. His chi in harmony with all four of them. And now that harmony was out of balance because there just wasn't any real earth around him. There wasn't any under his feet (but thankfully he'd started to get used to the way the City-Ship 'hummed' and could sleep now). And without the spiritual energy of the moon, controlling what water there was became a chore.

Only air and fire were open to him and fire... well, for some reason it felt like the sun was constantly close enough to touch and he'd had to exercise a lot of self control whenever he called forth the fire inside him. That, too, was starting to be a bit more manageable, but the power overload was sometimes enough that he had to spend hours meditating just to get it back under control.

That left air as the only element he could get any semblance of normal practice with and the ship just didn't have enough space for that in the holodecks. But the ship's gym? That had an entire space open just to run. That track area became the center of his practice zone.

Anyone entering the gym at the late hour Wan chose to practice would find it filled with completely unnatural breezes and the occasional windfunnel. All of which seemed to be moving in time with the martial arts forms Wan was moving through. Ba Gua, for those familiar with it.

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.

Ten Forward Social Lounge

[Counselor's Offices]: Round Two Counseling Sessions

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round # 12

OTA

[Holodeck 5:] Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks... [for whathemademe but OTA]

Sickbay

[Sickbay]: Round Nine Scans and Vaccines

[Sickbay]: Round Eight Scans and Vaccines

love potioned for valentine's day [closed to stark_spangled]

Ten Forward Lounge: Open to All

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