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After the last few weeks, Lieutenant Paris had come to her in the cargo bay, interrupting her regeneration cycle, and had bodily dragged her out.

"You're avoiding people," he'd told her, and she'd glared at him and before she could even open her mouth to rebut, he'd continued. "I've checked with the computer, you haven't left your alcove in 22 hours. You haven't left the cargo bay in three days. We are getting you something to eat, and then we're restarting your social exercises."

She'd glared, she'd protested, but one of the very few people, human or otherwise, that could ignore her and drag her to where she didn't want to be currently had a solid grip on her hand, and while she could break free, she didn't have the energy.

At the door to Ten Forward, she'd balked again, not wanting to step through the doors. Memories of her last encounter with a person there were unpleasant, and she didn't wish to repeat the experience.

Snapping "I am not a child," at Lieutenant Paris when he pointed out she was pouting and striding through the doors was quite possibly not the best response.

But he'd steered her to a table in the back of the room, gone to the replicator and ordered a bowl of soup, then came back and put it in front of her.

"Eat that, then we'll discuss your homework."

That was how, forty-five minutes later, Seven of Nine began approaching people and introducing herself, looking like she'd swallowed something unpleasant and wiggly.

[Seven will be walking up and introducing herself to whoever, so go ahead and post as if she's already told you her name. And feel free to ask Tom what the heck they're doing.]

ten_fwd_npcs

For those entering for the first time, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. 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 — even the more unusual aliens.

There's nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to catching new diseases. 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 for backtagging! 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. Julian Bashir is acting as head of the medical staff for the time being, so if anyone needs to ask him questions, tag in for him. For everyone else getting standard checkups, tag in specifying which doctor you would prefer in the subject line of your tag, otherwise one will leap on you as they are available. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

captainproton

[takes place sometime after this.]

Tom was sitting in Ten Forward, quietly having a panic attack. He had a cup of Andorian brandy in one hand, and a PADD in the other. He was alternating between drinking himself into a pleasant little buzz and writing a letter to his father, which was not going well and he kept erasing.

"I'm my father. When the hell did that happen? How did that happen?" Tom muttered to himself, then stopped, realizing the PADD was recording his mutterings. "Pause. Erase."

Now was one of those times he'd actually want to talk to Neelix. And of course the Talaxian was no where to be found. Well, he was somewhere to be found, he just wasn't in the freaking quadrant. Even Tuvok would be helpful, in his own way.

Tom raised his glass, scowling at the air. "Thanks a lot Dad. I never knew I had that in me."

redarrowqueen

( Meanwhile in Starling City )

The bright light that had just been in Starling City dropped a just stabbed and beaten senseless young woman (dressed in clothing circa the 21 century and typical of a young woman from the period) into what reminded her of a lounge, a future form of the club she ran maybe? But that was when her body overruled and before she could ask what had happened she passed out, quickly crashing into a column and hitting her head in the process.

But thankfully whoever finds her would find an ID in the pocket of her leather jacket along with the recently grabbed bow and arrows (abet a bit bloody) that had somehow made the trip. Hopefully someone finds her fast since the stabbing is not helping things at the moment.

[ooc: Thea will wake up once sickbay goes online!]

chaotica

Hugh Cambridge is partway through an analysis of an artifact - an old one, part of an extended paper that he'd never finished - when the transition comes.

At first, he assumes the ship's entered some sort of anomaly, and he turns away from the viewport (the stars have shifted, how odd), his hand moving to his combadge. A quick touch, and he starts, "Cambridge to -"

This isn't Voyager. In fact, this is the Ten-Forward of a Galaxy Class starship, unless he misses his mark. Populated with a few handfuls of people, some out of uniform, some in uniform, but those in are wearing the style that was in use twenty years earlier. Cambridge's uniform has shoulders of a grey-purple, and the turtleneck inside is medical/science blue. His combadge is thinner and sleeker.

"- Oh, bugger," finishes Cambridge. It's an illusion or it's time travel - neither of those bodes well.

captainproton

[ Locked to

unkindness for plot! Backdated to the beginning of the Kiddification plot/ June 7th]

Tom was headed toward the cargo bay. Normally this was quite the odd place to meet a fellow crew member and friend, but thats where Seven's 'quarters' where. Like on Voyager. Didn't anyone ever bring up the possibility of moving her alcove into someplace a little, well, some where that wasn't the cargo bay. Because Seven wasn't cargo. Come to think of it, did she know that? Seven would probably say that she didn't require quarters but, she did. At least Tom thought she did. Maybe he could bring it up when they were looking over schematics.

The doors whooshed open and Tom started talking. " So Seven, I got bored and started drawing up the designs for the Delta Flyer. What do you say we modify it for the alpha quadrant and see if Captain Picard wants a new shuttle. It's not like he doesn't have an excuse with all the extra passengers he's carrying lately. And has anyone ever told you you're not cargo? Why are you still in the cargo bay?"

Tom looked around, finally shutting up. Um. Where the hell was Seven?

"Um. Seven?"

tea_earlgrey_hot

The Enterprise arrived at Starbase 4077 not long ago. Not much has been revealed to Picard on the rank or status of his guests other than that they will be beamed aboard within the hour. He still does not like the circumstances, but he is prepared to meet them with dignity.

Which is why he has chosen to wear his dress uniform.

(And before anyone decides to quip with "emphasis on dress!" he'll have you know the latest incarnation has been shortened by several inches and is now worn with standard-issue uniform pants. Players pls.)

While he waits for Transporter Room 1 to call him once his guests are ready to board, he settles in his ready room. His usual cup of earl grey tea is ordered from a replicator with specific instructions on temperature, and once he has gathered the cup in hand he sits and sips it quietly — and then, quickly and with rather less decorum, he spits the tea back out. "What?"

He glares at his cup as though it has betrayed him, and in a way it has. The tea is undrinkable. He fussily orders another, and it too is the same. Bitter, sour, frankly revolting. "What is the matter with this thing?"

It tastes like ... ah, yes. Leola bark tea. Whatever cruel fate would replace his earl grey with this is — no, not fate. Person.

"Kirk," Picard mutters, setting the new cup down and storming out of his ready room. It was not that long ago, fresh from his second stint in the brig, that Kirk had been caught tampering with the replicators in Ten Forward trying to override their programming to provide real alcoholic beverages. A completely childish stunt, when he could have received alcohol from Guinan. But it was the principle of the thing, wasn't it? Buck the rules, cause trouble, a stir, once more challenge his command — well, he will see a stop to this if it is the last thing he does.

Which is how Picard ends up in Ten Forward in his dress uniform, face tight with frustration, gazing about to locate the renegade captain.

"Whomever is responsible for reprogramming the replicators to produce Leola bark tea, I expect you to come forth immediately," he calls into the crowd. "Or anyone who can give me the location of Captain Kirk."

ethnobotany

Arrival

The last week was very literal hell for everyone in Zelien. Between the Eldritch horror, the rain of COMPASS monsters, and the cultists, survival was difficult for seven days. Well, survival in Zelien was always difficult, but it seemed much more so now. The days passed by so quickly and yet so slowly, to the point where each hour bled into the next, each day bled forward and Beverly fully lost all track of time. Nothing was safe and after living even a short time like that, even the most stalwart of people couldn't take it forever. So when the frantic man with white hair came through the mess advertising a serum that would take them through to COMPASS' realm where they could, theoretically, defeat the organization and get everyone to safety, if not home... to say she had jumped at the chance would be an understatement. At least, after she had ascertained that the serum wouldn't do any damage to anyone. While she couldn't be absolutely certain, she was sure enough and it would be better than their current options. With the serum in her system, she had followed the frantic man.

One side of the portal was Zelien. On the other, she found herself being tossed a good few feet and then dropped, landing on her back with a whoosh of air. With the breath knocked out of her, she takes a few seconds to recover and in that time, security is called to Ten Forward. Her phaser rifle sure does stand out. The altercation when she tries to stand is short, her surprise and a touch of fear being the largest reasons she resists so hard at first. Eventually, she relinquishes the weapon, snapping, "Okay, okay! Take it!" They like that better, leaving her to get reacquainted with the middle of Ten Forward and the stares of whoever happened to witness the scene.

Later

Once she's gotten the idea of what's going on, has dealt with something else, and has managed to accept the idea that this might not be a hallucination from the serum or COMPASS using one of her most important memories against her, she heads for the replicator and a cup of Earl Grey tea. She hasn't honestly had anything that wasn't canned pears, coffee, or creamed corn in so long. This might be overdoing it, but at this point, she's given up caring. After a moment's thought, she replicates a croissant to go with it. Both she'll take up to a table in the corner where she can, hopefully, sit in peace and get her head on straight. Looks like she can finally have a cup of coffee and a croissant tomorrow. For the first time in weeks.

For anyone who might want to approach, she doesn't look entirely unapproachable. She is tense, though, extremely so and she's noticeably facing towards the room at large with her back to the wall, watching people with the gaze of someone who has learned not to let her guard down too much. It'll pass and in time she'll be back to herself. Right now, she's just on the edge of a breakdown. Good thing she has that medical training to separate her emotions from a situation, right?

Closed

After getting more food and drink in her than she usually gets in a day in Zelien, she finally takes a deep breath and decides to go ahead with something that needs doing. This... will be difficult, but she needs to do it. For both of their sakes.

"Crusher to Picard." Pause. "Do you have a minute, Jean-Luc?"

She uses his first name in her request to show that she's coming to him not as his Chief Medical Officer, but as his friend, as a friend who needs him. Because she does. If there's anything in this universe that she needs right now, it's as many friendly faces and people as she can gather, people she can be sure of. That and she does have a lot to tell him.

caelus

It's been a hell of a few weeks. Month? Little over? You know, he's not even really sure. Jim has had a hell of a time since getting here. His suddenly very much alive sort of girlfriend (ex?) being here, which he's cool with, but---wow he's already had that breakdown thanks. Admiral Pike is here---that breakdown is still forthcoming. Let's not even bring up the fight with Khan that ended with both of them brigged for a while. Then there was Q dicking around with everyone with his brand of practical jokes that had Jim letting Khan out of the brig of his own volition, and putting a few crewman into Sickbay. But he's gonna just pretend feelings aren't real things that you, you know, feel.

Spock would be proud, if it didn't mean his method of coping with his not!feelings were to find something to drink that isn't that synthehol crap.

So, he heads into the lounge, and over to the replicator. He's tapping away at the controls, trying to avoid speaking to it directly cause he doesn't want to announce what he's doing to the entire lounge. Kind of defeats the purpose of stealth. He gets an angry sounding noise from it when he tries something, raises a brow, and shakes his head.

"Okay, fine." They can do this hard way. Jim is totally okay with that. "You're gonna give me what I want, or I'm going to rewrite every subroutine you have."

[as promised: jim is hacking the replicator for real alcohol. feel free to help out by way of lookout or whatnot. gaila will be helping him out, so if you would like her to be involved when you tag in, just tag in on their top-level comment. from then the tagging order will go jim + gaila + your character = SHENANIGANS. if not, just tag in for jim, and we'll have ourselves some wacky fun. cool either way.

also, as a note: ash will be scarce because of rl/homework type things, so please bear with a bit of slow/delay on tags.]

captainproton

Tom sat cross legged on the grass----okay, maybe not. He sat cross legged on holographic grass, complete with a holographic breeze and holographic birds. What wasn't holographic was the food. Tom had a huge blanket strewn over the grass, with various bowl and containers of food, a couple different offerings of non alcoholic drinks. Tom certainly wasn't going to drink if B'Elanna couldn't. He wasn't sure how long they'd have the holodeck, and opted for a shorter scenario, with the possibility of adding in some other programs he'd created later. If no one kicked them out.

Relaxing in the grass in a blue shirt, pants and comm badge, he made a some final tweaks to the program.

"Computer, raise the temperature 2 degrees and give me a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Long stemmed." Perfect, now he just had to wait for B'Elanna to arrive.

[Locked to

multispacialklingon for plot purposes]

dreams_dont_die

The Nietzscheans are gone, all of them. No Tyr, no Telemachus, no Gaheris.

Dylan's not sure what to think of that, and he hasn't been since it happened. It's complicated, in the way so many things are complicated. Now there's only Trance and Harper left. Trance and Harper out of what had once been almost his whole crew.

Some days, he misses them more than others. But he misses that world, the world Tyr and Telemachus were from, right alongside the world Gaheris had destroyed.

Because Gaheris is on his mind, Dylan's left his quarters and spent some time with one of the replicators, going through its commands until he managed to make it produce a Go board and pieces. He's set the board up on one of the tables in Ten Forward, near the windows, with the stones in a container set to one side.

He's created the board, but he's not actually playing yet. He has one of the black stones held between his fingers, and he's turning it over and over. It's a way he has of helping him think.

Soon enough, he'll set it on the board. Perhaps.

Current Location: Deck Ten, Forward: Lounge

primeverdeen

Prim had been walking around looking for Katniss, as usual. She had tasted some new food and again wanted to share it with her sister, and she wanted to talk to Katniss about Fatima again. She really thought that they could be friends. If Katniss could be friends with Finnick, how could she not see how great Fatima was? How could she say Finnick was safe but Fatima was too dangerous?

She found her sister, heading into their room. She... could have just waited. Sighing, she ran to catch up to her sister just in time to see a white light envelope her. And then... she was gone.

"KATNISS!" she screamed as her sister vanished. She ran to the door, to the spot her sister vanished. She... was gone. No... no.... NO! She couldn't be gone. COULDN'T BE!

"KATNISS!" she screamed, hysterically. "KATNISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

captainproton

Tom was in front of one of the replicators in Ten Forward, doing a favor for the crew and guests of the Enterprise. He was programming in leola root stew. And then maybe if they were lucky he'd get to leola root casserole, tart, tea and leola root rice pilaf. Really, the alpha quadrant didn't know what they were missing, and Tom was determined to expose them to it. They needed to suffer every bit as the Voyager crew. Too bad Enteprise's replicators were working and no one was forced to eat it. Maybe he could do something about that, it would be a learning experience for them. He'd be exposing them to other alien cultures! Wasn't that their mission?

"Computer, One cup of leola root stew, hot."

Picking it up and tasting it, Tom grimaced.

"I had forgotten how truly disgusting this stuff is. Might need more mildew though...."

And then Tom looked around for B'Elanna to have her taste it. Seven should be thrilled she always stuck to nutritional supplements on Voyager and as thus Tom couldn't subject her to his little experiment.

Tom grabbed the nearest person he could find, offering the bowl. "Do me a favor. Taste this." And held the cup up to them.

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

multispacialklingon

[B'Elanna can be seen standing in a hallway of the ship. She looks confused, because this is not where she imagined she would be when she went to sleep last night. She was on the Delta Flyer. She checked her left hand quickly, as she relaxed as the ring that Tom placed on her finger was still there. He hand when to her comm]

This is Lt. B'Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer of the Federation Starship Voyager. I seem to have misplaced my husband. If anyone could tell me where the Bridge or Engineering are. I would be.... grateful.

caelus

Their five year mission was barely underway and Jim was already up to his eyeballs in request after request. Thankfully none of the crew seemed to be exhibiting any symptoms of what they'd been briefed on, which Jim had started calling "space crazy", and maybe ended up stabbed by an angry hypo-wielding best friend after that. But they'd double-checked and triple-checked everything after the damage was repaired from the attack from the late Alexander Marcus, and they were more than ready.

Jim was keen to get some coffee from the synthesizer, maybe a sandwich, and book it to the bridge with the metric ton of requests and work on them while on his duty shift. He managed the coffee, balanced the PADD in his hand, and was eating a piece of buttered toast (Bones could gripe at him later) as he made his way through the corridors. He was certainly looking the epitome of a starship captain there, but luckily not many people were up at this time.

He rounded a corner, nearly to the turbolift to take him to the bridge when there was a flash, and he was someplace---else. He slowed his steps, chewing slowing as he peered around the ---well, it looked like a lounge. He looked at his toast like it was somehow the culprit of this strange turn of his morning. Then he started eyeing the coffee.

It couldn't be the space crazy thing. They'd only been out here a few months. And they'd cleared him after---well, everything. It wasn't psychological. It wasn't emotional. He wouldn't let it be that. He was fine.

He shifted again, toast shoved between his teeth (he's ignoring the few glances stole his way as he stood there in his command gold shirt and black uniform slacks), and fished out his communicator from his pocket. Then he was fumbling to grab the toast out of his mouth (but took a bite first), and flipped his communicator open.

"Bones, if you put something in my coffee again to keep me from drinking so much I might actually murder you." He didn't get anything at first and frowned. "Bones?"

Okay. Okay, maybe this was something else. Something else might be annoying, but at least it was better than space crazy.

captainproton

Well, this was an interesting change of pace. This wasn't Voyager. This really wasn't Voyager. This was the Enterprise. This was the freaking Enterprise. The D if he wasn't completely off track, were the previous Enterprise's this well stocked on booze? Getting his bearings, he smiled and waved to people, trying to appear like he belonged here. The Starfleet uniform helped. But everyone else's was a bit...old fashioned. They didn't use those uniforms or comm badges anymore.

His first thought was that all the stress was finally getting to him. Being alone in the Delta Quadrant, having to help out the Doc in sickbay all the while keeping with his duties on the bridge, marrying B'Elanna, and then finding out they were going to have a daughter. Clearly he wasn't sleeping enough. Or quite possibly getting enough oxygen.

Or maybe it was something like that telepathic pitcher plant they encountered before. Except, he didn't want to be on the Enterprise. Tom, in fact, didn't care all that much. Sure, the Enterprise was cool and all, being the flagship of the Federation. But if he had his pick of ships? It wouldn't be the one he chose.

Tom's second thought was that Harry had transported him from his quarters into the holodeck while he was sleeping. T

"Um, Computer? Where am I?"

'Deck 10, Section 1A'

Tom grimaced, and phrased his question a little more carefully. "What ship is this?"

'USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-D.'

"Alright. Computer, end program." Nothing. "Computer. Exit." Nothing.

"Very funny, Harry, very funny."

Tom sighed, exasperated and tapped his comm badge. "Paris to Bridge. Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

Current Location: Ten Forward

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[Sickbay]: Round Thirteen Scans and Vaccines

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so wake me up when it's all over ( open )

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