ota, let me know which option you want
2015-Sep-13, Sunday 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
loiseau_ou_la_cageOption 1, the arboretum
Elizabeth is sitting in the hydroponic garden, trying to tune a guitar. She has a tuning fork, but it's not in use anymore because she's tuned that string already. Now she's trying to remember how to use the little dots on her frets to bring the rest into line. It would probably be easy to look up on the PADD but for now she's enjoying being alone with her thoughts and the intermittent twang of strings. Once she gets the hang of it the tuning goes quickly and she switches to using the guitar to lead herself in vocal warm ups. She sings loudly, unafraid of drawing an audience.
Option 2, Ten Forward
Later in the day Elizabeth is in the bar reading aloud to Anne. Anne is sleeping in her pram, which she's nearly outgrown. Elizabeth doesn't mind that her audience is sound asleep. She loves Walt Whitman. He has such imagery and a zest for life that she adores.
This poem has specific meaning for Elizabeth, though she isn't sure it's the best to read to a baby.
"My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."
Private to Booker
After all the socializing Elizabeth was relieved when she got home. She put Anne on the floor by the replicator and started to make them both dinner, calling out to Booker as she worked. "Are you here? It's been a ridiculous day."
Elizabeth is sitting in the hydroponic garden, trying to tune a guitar. She has a tuning fork, but it's not in use anymore because she's tuned that string already. Now she's trying to remember how to use the little dots on her frets to bring the rest into line. It would probably be easy to look up on the PADD but for now she's enjoying being alone with her thoughts and the intermittent twang of strings. Once she gets the hang of it the tuning goes quickly and she switches to using the guitar to lead herself in vocal warm ups. She sings loudly, unafraid of drawing an audience.
Option 2, Ten Forward
Later in the day Elizabeth is in the bar reading aloud to Anne. Anne is sleeping in her pram, which she's nearly outgrown. Elizabeth doesn't mind that her audience is sound asleep. She loves Walt Whitman. He has such imagery and a zest for life that she adores.
This poem has specific meaning for Elizabeth, though she isn't sure it's the best to read to a baby.
"My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."
Private to Booker
After all the socializing Elizabeth was relieved when she got home. She put Anne on the floor by the replicator and started to make them both dinner, calling out to Booker as she worked. "Are you here? It's been a ridiculous day."
A Samurai Walks into a Gym... (OTA)
2015-Jun-28, Sunday 08:14 pmsealed_gauntletSamanosuke had rather enjoyed the revisiting his youth; spending time with Elizabeth, laughing over 40-foot, Edo-period scrolls of epic fart battles--yes, there were actual, historical works of art depicting such satire--and generally trying to distract one another from the fact that they were trapped in prepubescent bodies. It was not the worst thing he had ever lived through, after all. But all the same, he was glad to be back to his old self, and making up for lost time with some extra drills with bamboo shinai in the open gym. It wasn't that he felt out of shape--he was in remarkable health for a man on the far side of his forties--but he preferred to keep in practice, and be prepared for any emergency.
What's with all the Kids?
2015-Jun-15, Monday 11:40 amdresdensluckHarry was worried and tired. Exhausted, really. Harry had started realizing that there were more kids than usual recently. At first he thought Q was just being particularly cruel and bringing in kids without their parents. It seemed like the sort of chaotic thing Q might do. But as time went on, and the number of the new kids grew, he realized that the people in the ship were somehow being turned themselves. Which led to him now working in his rooms to try to figure out if he could help, somehow, with his magic. He had been slaving at it night and day, but even a wizard who liked to help others needed a break.
Hence, Harry was in Ten Forward today, scarfing down some food, staring at nothing at all, and wishing he had a rather large bat to hit Q with whenever the crazy being came up with a new thing to create more chaos. He had, with some reluctance, left all of his research in his room, and was sitting alone in one corner, hoping he would revive his tired mind enough to keep working some more before he fell asleep working. Again.
Hence, Harry was in Ten Forward today, scarfing down some food, staring at nothing at all, and wishing he had a rather large bat to hit Q with whenever the crazy being came up with a new thing to create more chaos. He had, with some reluctance, left all of his research in his room, and was sitting alone in one corner, hoping he would revive his tired mind enough to keep working some more before he fell asleep working. Again.
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2015-Jun-02, Tuesday 06:32 pmlil_lock_picker{locked to Booker}
Elizabeth wasn't sure what was going on when she woke up from her nap. She was shorter, for one thing, and her hands looked like a child's rather than an adults. Before she could look in the mirror she rushed out of her room, yelling for Booker. "What's going on! I'm short!"
{OTA}
Once Booker got her settled Elizabeth decided to go out and see if anyone else was effected. She was carrying Anne, even though the baby was much larger compared to her mother, now. Anne was eating, chowing down on a bottle of milk. Booker was good at feeding her, but with so much not going right Elizabeth felt safer having Anne close.
She looked around Ten Forward when she entered, hoping to see a friend or other confused children.
Elizabeth wasn't sure what was going on when she woke up from her nap. She was shorter, for one thing, and her hands looked like a child's rather than an adults. Before she could look in the mirror she rushed out of her room, yelling for Booker. "What's going on! I'm short!"
{OTA}
Once Booker got her settled Elizabeth decided to go out and see if anyone else was effected. She was carrying Anne, even though the baby was much larger compared to her mother, now. Anne was eating, chowing down on a bottle of milk. Booker was good at feeding her, but with so much not going right Elizabeth felt safer having Anne close.
She looked around Ten Forward when she entered, hoping to see a friend or other confused children.
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2015-Apr-14, Tuesday 06:36 pmloiseau_ou_la_cageElizabeth wished she could enjoy the Enterprise the way Booker did. He behaved like none of it was real and she was so jealous of his light-hearted nature. Everything about the ship reminded her of some past tragedy. The ship itself was too much like Rapture with its enclosed spaces and lack of proper breezes. That, she thought, was why she was having nightmares again. There wasn't much difference between the bottom of the ocean and the middle of space, when it came down to it.
( CW: torture, PTSD, and depression )
She sat in the bar in her pajamas and bathrobe. A glass of wine sat on the table in front of her, next to a sketchpad and charcoals. Both were untouched. She apparently preferred to stare at them and brood. She looked as upset as she felt: her jaw was slack, her eyes unfocused, brow furrowed somewhat at her thoughts and memories.
( CW: torture, PTSD, and depression )
She sat in the bar in her pajamas and bathrobe. A glass of wine sat on the table in front of her, next to a sketchpad and charcoals. Both were untouched. She apparently preferred to stare at them and brood. She looked as upset as she felt: her jaw was slack, her eyes unfocused, brow furrowed somewhat at her thoughts and memories.
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2015-Feb-16, Monday 10:51 amloiseau_ou_la_cageElizabeth didn't like bars. She didn't drink and she didn't approve of others drinking. It was a vile, dangerous habit that led to nothing but heartache. She especially didn't like taking Anne into a bar, even one as clean and well lit as Ten Forward. The baby was too young to internalize bad examples, but Elizabeth worried nonetheless. Her experiences had her convinced that all men had a secret monster inside their heart that only needed an excuse to come out. It was certainly true for her.
Whether she liked the idea of spending time a bar or not, her other options for gathering information and socializing were limited. There would apparently be some kind of medical examination in the future, but she wasn't ready for all that yet. The choice between a cold examination room and a room full of people was a hard one for her, but in the end she decided she was better able to relax around people.
The baby fussed in her sling while Elizabeth contemplated the replicator. She hummed softly to Anne, her left arm wrapped protectively around the baby's head and body. The noise was probably distressing her, along with the lack of motion. The ship had creaked and groaned, swaying with the waves. The Enterprise was too still and the hallways were so quiet.
When she finally decided to ask for eggs and pancakes she was astonished at how quickly her request was granted. The food smelled okay and didn't seem to be fake, but it had appeared very quickly. She paused a moment to examine it further, curious about how the machine worked. With a baby in one arm and a plate in her other hand there wasn't much she could do other than move her head around to try to look at every angle of the machine. Elizabeth never worried about looking like a fool, and she wasn't going to start worrying about appearances just because she was in a new place.
Whether she liked the idea of spending time a bar or not, her other options for gathering information and socializing were limited. There would apparently be some kind of medical examination in the future, but she wasn't ready for all that yet. The choice between a cold examination room and a room full of people was a hard one for her, but in the end she decided she was better able to relax around people.
The baby fussed in her sling while Elizabeth contemplated the replicator. She hummed softly to Anne, her left arm wrapped protectively around the baby's head and body. The noise was probably distressing her, along with the lack of motion. The ship had creaked and groaned, swaying with the waves. The Enterprise was too still and the hallways were so quiet.
When she finally decided to ask for eggs and pancakes she was astonished at how quickly her request was granted. The food smelled okay and didn't seem to be fake, but it had appeared very quickly. She paused a moment to examine it further, curious about how the machine worked. With a baby in one arm and a plate in her other hand there wasn't much she could do other than move her head around to try to look at every angle of the machine. Elizabeth never worried about looking like a fool, and she wasn't going to start worrying about appearances just because she was in a new place.
A mad wizard cometh, OTA
2015-Jan-18, Sunday 01:16 pmthemerlinMerlin did do his best to, most days, eschew the ways of others. He did try, in all accounts, to find new ways and new dreams of what would be, what could be, and what might be, and not dilly dally in the lost and forgotten. But his memories of such were ever powerful, and did prod his mind. For, in the wee hours of the night, when naught else filled the world with sound, so did those memories come a-crawling, a hunting, and a haunting.
Many regrets had Merlin, and Merlin had many a thought on old woes, even as he sought new dreams. Thus it was, many a night, he would be up to all hours, and in many a shaded place, beginning many a new adventure with not a thought for the past, the present, nor for the future, merely for something to do. And thus again, it was, yes, that when the shimmering light did come and sweep over him, Merlin welcomed it, for mayhap, wheresoever it swept him, there would be fewer ghosts for his soul.
But when the light faded and Merlin stood atop a table in a room of people, where drinks were drunk and food was eaten, so did he despair. Here among these shades of new futures, ghosts yet walked. And yet, hope still glimmered, and the future was bright, and mayhap in the moment of the perambulations he could find herein, he would find something new to dream.
With a hop, he left the tabletop, dropped to the floor, and walked into the crowd, a glint to his eyes and humming an old song.
(ooc: Triggering: in the Merlin-Ginny thread, there are mentions of rape.)
Many regrets had Merlin, and Merlin had many a thought on old woes, even as he sought new dreams. Thus it was, many a night, he would be up to all hours, and in many a shaded place, beginning many a new adventure with not a thought for the past, the present, nor for the future, merely for something to do. And thus again, it was, yes, that when the shimmering light did come and sweep over him, Merlin welcomed it, for mayhap, wheresoever it swept him, there would be fewer ghosts for his soul.
But when the light faded and Merlin stood atop a table in a room of people, where drinks were drunk and food was eaten, so did he despair. Here among these shades of new futures, ghosts yet walked. And yet, hope still glimmered, and the future was bright, and mayhap in the moment of the perambulations he could find herein, he would find something new to dream.
With a hop, he left the tabletop, dropped to the floor, and walked into the crowd, a glint to his eyes and humming an old song.
(ooc: Triggering: in the Merlin-Ginny thread, there are mentions of rape.)
[Planetside:] On Risa, gearing up to lead his team out
2015-Jan-09, Friday 01:52 ammr_laforgeThere 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!]
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!]