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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?"

ships_counselor

The preparations for a Rescue Team on the Enterprise are as quick and efficient as drilled, divided into tasks of those who were preparing to go down and those, staying behind, who were preparing the influx of wounded. Everyone waiting for any news, and acting on what information they had within the confines of the orders given by the Captain.

Officers, medical personnel, and a handful of guests whom The Captain had approved all possible emergency supplies quickly loaded into the shuttle. Orbit was easy to attain, but coming down the destruction could be seen long before they reached the ground. A sprawl of destruction made of fallen structures and deep cracks stretching out through the land.

There's conferring between the pilots, before it's announced they can't raise the shuttle bay, or anyone inside of it, and the closest alternative isn't too far from where they should have been able to touch down. It's going to be a good walk or job away, but it's flat and it looks safe for landing and waiting before they'll be loading people back into it.

Once they are on the ground, Deanna was up and headed out, wincing a little at the odd ringing in her head. It was mostly likely all of the people, but it was odd all the same. High pitched and hazy, but stronger, and not all at once. She pushed it back to focus on the group in front of her.

"We're going to need to split up. Ms. Blake and Mr. Barnes, you'll be together. Ms. Gemini, you're with me." Everyone with a few others in tow. Heavy lifters, and medical. "Use your PADD's to help you navigate your way to the pockets of those who are trapped and stay in contact as often as the situation down below will let you. The more we know, the easier we can send more people if you have a problem or need more support."

tea_earlgrey_hot

[ooc: With liberal manipulation of time, this post is happening near the middle of Day 2 of the Alemar III plot, specifically for Team #10's use but not locked to them if another character needs to talk to the captain. Just poke me on Plurk or AIM if you have questions/requests!]

Captain Picard will admit that not having heard from the away team for a full solar day has him on edge, though he was told to expect such interruptions in communication. The last few messages he received were garbled at best, affected by the planet's unique atmosphere. He doesn't like it. Something feels very wrong to him.

He's spent more than the usual time on the bridge of late, waiting for a message to come through. When one finally does, it's from the Trill-Betazoid officer of the Pathfinder, Lt. Commander Terzen T'Karr, rather than a member of his own complement. That alone would have him concerned, but the message that follows, albeit patchy and unclear, does nothing but confirm his ill feelings. There has been an accident, an earthquake from the sounds of it, and many individuals have been trapped. Immediate assistance is requested.

"Lieutenant Worf, go to yellow alert and assemble a team of officers to go down to the planet immediately," he says, heading briskly for the door. He taps his commbadge on his way out. "Counselor Troi, what is your location?"

Not long after, the doors to Ten Forward slide open to admit the captain.

kodiak

( From the salvage vessel Eureka Maru, to the Enterprise. )

Against all possibility, his forearms landed first, catching the majority of his weight as he hit the floor hard. Even landing awkwardly half atop his own gun. At once, Tyr became aware that he was no longer being held and he was no longer on the Eureka Maru. The peculiar background hum of the ships instruments were gone, replaced by a much less discordant murmur of well-maintained and properly repaired circuitry. The flat gray of the brightly lit hallway he found himself seemed almost a shock to the eyes, and Tyr pulled himself warily to his feet as his eyes darted the length and breadth of peculiar corridor.

"Beka?" he called loudly, pulling his assault rifle up after him. Pausing to listen a moment, he readjusted his grip on the weapon, maneuvering the thing as if was not the considerable bulk it truly was. He didn't call again, either satisfied that she was not close enough or not in a position to respond, or not inclined to draw further attention to himself. Instead, Tyr started down the hallway, a wary eye always on his surroundings.

[ooc: So a heavily armed Tyr is now wandering the halls. Feel free to run into him in the hallway, at the turbolift, Ten Forward, or in any likely public room. I promise he doesn't shoot before he asks questions, especially when the other party is unarmed. Security or any ship personnel are also welcome to disarm him or stun him or put him in the brig, etc. He's big, his gun is big, he may growl or yell; but, he's more interested in information than a gunfight.]

tanteiotaku

Shotaro has been quite busy in the holodeck for the last week or two, and he was usually working on something on a PADD (though his typewriter was never far behind it). He had definitely been embracing the Enterprise's tech in a big way, only occasionally needing a bit of help from Philip. But, it was a delicate dance between figuring this system out and not giving Philip enough information for him to guess what was going on. He wanted to surprise him.

Finally, he had a finished product. And what a product it was. No one could ever mistake this for any kind of real place. From the entrance, one could see Fuuto Tower, a gigantic windmill turn in the distance, and the landscape is dotted with other Earth landmarks, as well as some from other worlds and places as found in the Enterprise databases. The lava plains of Vulcan, the Great Domes of Qu'nos, the cliffs of Undalar on Bajor, and dozens of other landscapes and locations from other worlds. Overall, it was quite the undertaking for someone that had never even left his hometown before. But, as fond as he was of his town, he was sure there were others that felt similarly.

However, that didn't yet address what his purpose in all this was. A large motorcycle course, with a few subdivisions for difficulty levels. The highest level course was both long and a little treacherous, with jumps, tight turns, and obstacles that come along with no warning like falling rocks and slick spots. He did leave all the safeguards on, so injury is unlikely. The lowest level course is a short and simple banked oval.

On the day he's ready to debut it, he's posted a couple of signs, in places like the halls of the guest quarters, next to the Ten Forward doors, under the console of the other holodecks. "Motorcycle Races! Holodeck 2! 5 pm!" Short and sweet.

On arrival, people are going to find Shotaro looking quite proud of himself, and a line of motorcycles of various types and sizes and a console set up so if someone doesn't see what they prefer they can generate it. From motocross bikes, to vintage World War 2 models, your classic chopper, and some sport bikes. There was also one or two from oher worlds that sounded cool. Each was poised with helmets and gloves perched on the seats. But off to one side was a particularly interesting matched pair.

Closed to Philip
He tended to drop in on Philip unannounced. He'd even started letting himself in like he lived there. Sorry Clint. "Hey, Partner. Time for you to find out what I've been doing." He was glad he had an opportunity to surprise him. As often as they shared consciousness at home, that would make it pretty difficult. Any secret from Philip had to be a secret from Shotaro too. But since they hadn't been Double in a while, that made it easier.

[OOC: Party post! Come one, come all, even newly apped characters! Because who needs timelines? Bring a friend or harass Shotaro. Put in your subject if you're open to everyone or if you want Shotaro :|b]

zerocharliexray

Zinda's managed to wheedle the replicators into giving her some slacks and shirts (she's still not quite sure what kind of blue jeans to ask for -- Helena and Dinah both favor the kind that sit so low on their hips Zinda's sure they'll fall right off if they're not glued on), but she's back in uniform today, humming to herself as she strides along the corridor towards Ten Forward, whistling half the chorus and singing the rest under her breath as her boots keep the rhythm.

"Do doo, do doo...the boogie-woogle bugle boy of Company B."

Maybe Steph's around, or that fine Captain who was so pleasant after he holstered his gun, but Zinda? She's up for company of just about any kind.

As long as she can get a drink during it.

captgreatcoat

[Torchwood Three, Cardiff, during episode 1.07, Greeks Bearing Gifts.]

Tosh is going to have to learn to believe in humanity herself. Nobody can instill that faith. However hard she's going to find it to learn, at least it won't be as hard -- or as costly -- as Jack's own lesson.

He shoves his hands into his coat pockets as he strides across Roald Dahl Plass, the breeze bringing the smell of the ocean in off the bay, ruffling in his hair and at the hem of his vintage RAF greatcoat.

Until suddenly, it isn't.

Jack's footsteps pause in mid-stride and he spins, hand going automatically to his holster to draw the Webley. The dim, warm light of the plaza at night is gone, just like the salt air and that playful little breeze. The sound of running water from the tower, the shape of the Millennium Centre with its hybrid verse spelled out in windows across its front.

Instead, he's in a bar.

A bar.

"What the hell?"

ten_fwd_npcs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

do_your_duty

The first thing to catch Aeryn's attention in this whole place, beyond the need to threaten someone until they put her back on Moya with her Prowler, was the replicator. That kind of thing happens when you're living somewhere that barely has more than halfway decent food cubes on a daily basis. If that, at times.

She had been intruiged about the fact it could "make" anything.

Key word: had.

That stopped about two microts ago.
Given that she's now asked for over ten things.
None of which appeared. None of which it seems to know.

Someone should totally come help her out, or suggest what she should get instead. Actual Alien Who Looks Like a Human Girl is So Actual and so Actually Alien to the Federation Database. And annoyed. But hungry. Too.

ten_fwd_npcs

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

As you enter sickbay tonight, escorted there by Lieutenant Worf and his security detail, you may notice it isn't all that unusual. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you could see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for Chief Medical Officer Crusher herself, she's well-groomed and kindly, wearing her teal uniform and a blue coat. No masks, no rubber gloves. The most dangerous thing about her is that maternal look in her eyes; the one that scolds you for not doing your homework, or leaving your dirty dishes in your room.

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

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

Probably.

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

zerocharliexray

There sure are a lot of uniforms in this watering hole, but not one of them looks quite like the one clinging to the woman who's hustled her way over to the window to press her hands against what glass she can and peer out at the speckled vastness around them. That skirt's short enough it'd probably cause a traffic accident if she bent over to pick up a penny on the street, but its pleats are razor sharp and her jacket is pressed and neat and her boots and the brim of her hat are both shiny enough to see your reflection in. The whole thing's sharp enough she looks like she'd been lifted straight from a Memorial Day parade.

"Glory-oskie."

She's a bit busy marveling at the sight to be too terribly put out by the fact that she seems to have wandered aboard a different craft entirely than the one she meant -- this is no Aerie One, but mother Mary Mayday! It sure seems like a spiffing ride, whatever it is.

do_your_duty

The Starfleet Federation's USS Enterprise-D.

It means nothing. She's never heard of any of those.

Which annoys her further than John knowing all of it. A feat of impossible talent. It's up there with being encouraged not to leave the premises and informed they're stuck as part of someone's frelling game. Not that Crichton seems to mind. Having toddled off looking like a child pleased with everything before him.

Aeryn's never going to understand how he managed to stay alive this long. She's keeping an eye on his back and her fingers resting on her now holstered pulse-pistol, not even attempting to disguise her disdain for the room. Not even while she's in the middle of casing every part of it and most of the people (present, and still appearing) in it.

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Ten Forward Social Lounge

(Halloween, Open)

Team #10, Day 2, Alemar III Rescue Team

[The Bridge]: Receiving a Hail from Alemar III

Enter Tyr.

A Ride on the M // WIZARD, W, ALL RIDERS, ASSEMBLE! // HOLODECK MOTORCYCLE COURSE OPEN!

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First entrance

[Ten Forward] Release from Quarantine and Rooming Assignments

[Ten Forward] Actual Alien is Actual

[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

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