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It would just figure that as soon as Shotaro had decided to go to Philip with his feelings, Q had more craziness awaiting them. When they were both kids was hardly the time to have a conversation like this. But now they weren't. And the dust had finally settled around another new wave of arrivals. Billy's words a few weeks earlier still rang in his ears.

So there was nothing else stopping him from knocking--yes, knocking-- on his partner's door. The rhythm with which he did so was slightly different than usual. Or at least it felt that way. Suddenly, he was conflicted. Did he want him to be in? Or maybe so absorbed with something he didn't even notice him at the door? What the hell was he even going to say? He should probably come back when he had an actual plan.

But it was too late now. He was here and he had let Philip know that. He just had to rely on the wild card that had gotten him through its own share of scrapes.

decideformyself

[ a. | pre-kiddification, but still contagious ]

There had to be some way of getting Q to leave them alone, and Philip thinks he's on to something.

He's wandering the halls, a heavy book in his hands, looking down at it and mumbling to himself. Maybe, just maybe, if everyone can agree to be boring...

[ b. | kiddified ]

A small child is in Ten Forward, standing in front of one of those windows and peering close at his reflection. From the look on his face, it's as though he's never seen himself like this before.

The last time Philip was this young he barely had any sense of self. So in a way, this is a new experience for him. He can't imagine why Shotaro was so angry about it. This is just so intriguing.

fedorasizesmall

[Corridors and Philip's room]

Sure, he's been old before, but that was in his beloved Fuuto. Being less than half his original age in a place like this was distinctly more alarming. And so ran a decidedly smaller hard-boiled detective (perhaps more like a quail egg right now) through the corridors. "This is bad! What the hell?!" He was making his way to Philip's room through the guest quarters' hallway. At the fastest speed his little legs could take him, and likely not looking too close at where he was going.

When he got to his partner's door, he reached up to jam on the doorbell and he beat relentlessly on the door itself. He didn't really care if he disturbed Philip's roommate. "Oi! Philip! Open up! This is important!"

[In Ten Forward, contagious as hell]

There was something wrong with his coffee. It tasted awful. Somehow with his tiny kid-sized body went his adult taste buds. But at least he was still dressed the part. So he searched through the Enterprise databases for something sweeter. What the hell was a Frappuccino? Some coffee shop weirdness. Like some kind of coffee milkshake. That'll do. Mocha frappuccino with extra whip creme and chocolate shavings on top. Nevermind this was far from hard-boiled, but it was super tasty. That was all that mattered.

And the caffeine and sugar buzz later was just a bonus.

ten_fwd_npcs

Now that the medical team under the temporary command of Dr. Bashir has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, it falls on Worf's shoulders to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. The new arrivals have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed.

As he has done this before, Worf 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.

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

Deck 7, Section 4

Room # 0718 - Natasha Romanoff and Genesis Rhapsodos
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Peggy Carter
Room # 0723 - Steve Rogers and Wanijima Akito
Room # 0731 - Jonas Quinn and Billy Cranston
Room # 0733 - Mack Gerhardt and George Kirk
Room # 0739 - Peter Quill and The Doctor (Ten)
Room # 0756 - Danny Valdessecchi
Room # 0758 - Trance Gemini and Karrin Murphy
Room # 0766 - Prim Everdeen and Sergeant Robert Fraser, RCMP (Deceased)
Room # 0767 - Finnick Odair and Steve McGarrett
Room # 0776 - Samus Aran and Kitty Norville
Room # 0777 - Kevin Ford
Room # 0773 - Weyoun and Trever McCallum

Deck 8

Room # 2133 - Beverly Crusher

Deck 9, Section 4

Room # 0927 - Ahim de Famille and Sean Slater
Room # 0914 - Ezri Dax and Zinda Blake
Room # 0913 - Ashida Noriko and Doc Brown
Room # 0921 - Alex Rogan and Philip

"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: 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. ]

morphitudinous

It appears that Q's been double dipping, as one of the new arrivals isn't exactly new. For Billy it's been but a few weeks since his disappearance, but one of the first things he does is get the current date. He's been gone quite a while, he knows almost immediately. Would anyone he knew still be present, or would they have vanished behind him?

Billy doesn't know, but he does know that he'll be all right---hopefully. He has a routine to settle back into, and if he can get re-acquainted in the meantime? That would be great. He places his familiar water order, sits with a PADD, and re-starts his research as usual.

After a few moments, though, he has to remove his glasses and rub his eyes. The glare, the artificial gravity...it's not just his mind that has to reorient itself, apparently.

"Were the effects this severe last time...?"

gaiamemory

Philip is so confused. He wanders his way to Ten Forward, rubbing the bruise over his eye. He needs to sit down and think about this for a bit. Figure out why Shotaro was doing and saying the things that he is.

But once he steps into the lounge there's a flash of light and all of a sudden, he isn't Philip anymore.

He's dressed in a somewhat more respectable manner, his hair down without any clips, and he has a confused look on his face. He gingerly touches a hand to his face. Why does his eye hurt so bad?

And why is he in Ten Forward, anyway? He has work to do.

Raito turns on his heel and storms down the corridor. Being trapped on some spaceship in interstellar space isn't going to stop him from his Gaia Memory research. He's sure that with the help of the replicator, he can obtain the materials he needs to continue his work.

[ AU Philip, aka Raito! He's a workaholic mad scientist who, if not kept in check, is probably going to try and turn his fellow Enterprise inhabitants into literal monsters. Oops. More details here for the curious. ]

windpunk

Shotaro knew exactly what he was going to do. Honestly, why hadn’t he done this earlier? He was sick of sitting around and playing nice. It was time to shake things up.

And by shake things up, he meant a paint can. He was pretty sure a ship like this had ways of cleaning it, but that didn’t mean his work wouldn’t be seen. The classic rattle of a few spray cans echoed down the corridor as he hastily left his mark on the walls around decks 7, 9, and 10. Sometimes they were just tags which was the kanji for Hidari written in a way it would kind of resemble an L and followed with -efty. Thus, 左efty.

In other places, he was leaving such insightful things as “WhQ are YQu?”, “still air is stale air”, and “Less Directives more Directions Home”, all signed with a smaller version of his tag. Down long stretches of corridor he’d make long parallel lines the culminated in a curl. It was supposed to be the blowing wind. He chose neon colors, mostly green and yellow. His technique was crude and amateurish. He wasn’t all that good at this.

But he was putting good effort into one piece. It was the mascot character of Fuuto Fuuto-kun dressed as a hard-boiled detective, with a smoking revolver in one hand, pointed toward the viewer. The crucial element, a fedora, was lovingly poised between a couple of the pinwheel blades at a jaunty angle. The necktie was green and had the red F on it, and the suit itself was black. Shame he wasn’t quite good enough to work in some pinstripes. He told the turbolift that lead to the bridge to stop long enough for him to complete it. This was also signed.

As for his clothing, he wore loose, sagging, straight leg jeans with leather stripes running down the legs. On top he had a shiny nylon jacket with a black torso, purple arms, and on the back was embroidered Fuuto-kun styled after a Hoyle Joker with “Trump Card” written above and below it in purple. The t-shirt underneath was white with a fleur de lis made from small metal studs. His hair was bleached to a honey blonde and his fringe was pulled back, twisted, and held in place with a metal clip.

((This is Shotaro without the influence of Sokichi Narumi to straighten him out. Still idealistic but his methods.... Also looking for him to pick a fight with someone in authority or a member of Starfleet and end up in the brig by the end of this plot. Taking anyone!))

decideformyself

Finally, the program Philip had spent the past three weeks on was complete. Time to take it out for a test drive.

"Computer, load program Philip-2," he ordered, and the black-and-yellow of the holodeck was replaced by a blank white space. Bookshelves quickly zipped in to fill that space, extending for what seems like an infinite distance in every direction -- including up and down.

There was some lag compared to the Gaia Library. He'd have to tweak the velocity parameters later.

"Beginning the lookup," he said to nobody in particular. "First keyword: U.S.S. Enterprise." The word appeared hovering in front of his face in green text as the bookshelves began to rearrange themselves. Some of them zipped right out of the simulation entirely. Several shelves remained, though; the selection wasn't pared down by that keyword as much as it could have been.

Philip tapped his chin. "Additional keywords: NCC-1701-D. Jean-Luc Picard." With each additional keyword, the number of shelves present reduced itself. Finally there was only one shelf remaining, and then it too was gone, leaving behind only a handful of books.

Philip reached for one of the books. With a glowing light, the word Vehicle appeared on its front and spine. Maybe he should tweak that, too; it was too broad of a category for a time period with functional starships.

But those minor details could wait. Right now, all that mattered was that his program was successful. He'd put together a far more intuitive browser for the Enterprise's databanks. Now he could read to his heart's content.

...until somebody else wanted the holodeck, that is.

[ This has been cleared with Gabby, but basically Philip has programmed a way to browse the Enterprise's database from the holodeck in a manner that resembles the library in his brain. Visual reference! Only information accessible from the ship's computers is available. Restricted information appears in the form of locked books that can't be opened without the requisite authorization codes.

If you want to come boggle at this needlessly convoluted browsing method, feel free. ]

ten_fwd_npcs

Now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access, it falls on Worf's shoulders to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. The new arrivals have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed.

As he has done this before, Worf 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.

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

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0713 - Killian Jones (Captain Hook) and Jason Walsh
Room # 0717 - Goofy and Rosalind Lutece
Room # 0722 - Carson Beckett and Emma Frost
Room # 0728 - Trunks Briefs and Raymond Reddington
Room # 0743 - Kaylin Neya
Room # 0744 - Irian t'Aumne and Lorna Dane
Room # 0752 - Asteffiel and Trilby Elliot
Room # 0759 - Johanna Mason and Ziva David

Deck 8
Room # 0142 - James T. Kirk and Pavel Chekov
Room # 0147 - B'Elanna Torres and Tom Paris

Deck 9, Section 4
Room # 0911 - Hyun-ae Kim and Seamus Harper
Room # 0912 - Booker DeWitt and Elizabeth DeWitt
Room # 0913 - Henry Gold and Ashida Noriko
Room # 0914 - Ezri Dax
Room # 0916 - Leslie Knope and Iron Bull
Room # 0917 - Jack Benjamin and Rygel XVI
Room # 0918 - Dr. Bruce Banner and Tony DiNozzo
Room # 0919 - Meh Yewll and Remy Lebeau
Room # 0921 - Kate Bishop and Philip
Room # 0922 - Enjolras and John Crichton
Room # 0923 - The (11th) Doctor and John Sheppard
Room # 0924 - Yuna and Kate Newton
Room # 0926 - Orlin and Fatima Merali
Room # 0927 - Ahim de Famille
Room # 0928 - Charles Xavier and Harry Dresden
Room # 0929 - Ginny Weasely and Marika Kato

"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: 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. ]

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.

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

ainori

Shotaro had been having a very hard-boiled day, as usual. It had currently manifested itself in a way that suited a man of his skill and line of work: a nap on a table in Ten Forward. To be fair, he hadn't meant to do it. It was just that kind of day.

But unfortunately, he woke up very different than how he had gone to sleep. "Shotaro! Shotaro!" he heard his partner yelling at him.

"Haaah? I'm awake, I'm awake, what is it?"

But he didn't need to wait for an explanation. He looked down at his hands--their hands to see Cyclone Joker Gold Extreme all around them. "Eh? How did this--?" Then he got a good look around at the lounge, at the beads, decor, and at the color theme. All articulation fell away and he just started shouting. Very very loudly.

((OOC: Time for more two-in-one shenanigans! Feel free to ask for either Philip or Shotaro, or both, and the other of them may butt in at their pleasure. All tags will come from

ainori, and only one tag should come, no need to wait for another. We'll coordinate that stuff on our end.))

abyssum_invocat

Sinthia is discovering something: she does not like whatever holiday this is. Everyone she sees is in green, gold, purple--colors she doesn't mind at all. They're bright for her, but she likes them well enough. What she finds herself put in--that's a different story. Her clothes are not only skintight and never something she'd put on, but black and white. Those she's okay with, they're normal. The red ruffle around her neck to go with that mask is...not. Pointedly not. She hates red, especially on her face, and so she's standing stiff, eyes closed, and trying steadily to claw it off. There may be glasses in the vicinity rattling around her.

Noriko, on the other hand, has clothes more or less untouched (from when she saw what she'd been put in, and promptly got the hell out of it) but she's keeping those beads around her neck. Sure, they don't go with the pink dress she's wearing, but they're fun. And she's getting a great kick out of watching everyone go by in them.

trial_never_ends

Well, well, well. This is promising. He'd been beginning to think nobody here had any sense of fun or gratitude whatsoever, but it seems they're learning to appreciate the gift they've been given.

Or, at least, to participate instead of constantly complaining. Now, if only he could get Picard to do the same. Q's little tribute to the festival of love known as Valentine's Day has not only been successful, but some of his guests have taken it upon themselves to make it more so.

Excellent.

But of course, Valentine's Day is not the only such marvellous celebration traditional at this time, and Q's attention has been caught by another one. One all about enjoying oneself in a festival of excess.

How will they respond to this? A simple thought is all it takes, and the gathered denizens of the Enterprise will find their clothing transformed, masks on their faces, strings of shining beads around their necks to gift to those whom they deem worthy.

But that's not enough. This is a party, and a party needs not just guests but decorations! He waves a hand and Ten Forward is transformed into a riot of purple, yellow, and green, with streamers and banners on the walls and ceiling, ornaments, centrepieces on the tables in the lounge, music, everything necessary for a party to last all day long. There are all sorts of foods, even ones that the replicators have never encountered in the limited understanding of the people who programmed them. Anything anyone here could wish to feast upon, Q shall provide in his magnanimity.

There, on the bar, are the crown for the King and Queen. Of course, Q himself selected the costumes, but that is not to stop anyone modifying them! Competing! Enjoying the Carnivale!

Let the celebrations begin! Q gives the newly redecorated lounge an approving look, then nods, snaps his fingers, and vanishes.

[ OOC: And this is the kick-off for our Mardi Gras celebrations. There's more information available here. Any characters wishing to participate in the costume competition, please tag this post. This post is ONLY open to the costume competition; any other Mardi Gras posts can be made separately. Enjoy! ]

decideformyself

It was February 2nd, as far as Philip could tell by converting the stardate to the Gregorian calendar. And that date was very important.

It was his partner's birthday.

So that morning, Philip made his way through the ship, stopping everybody he and Shotaro knew to let them know the news. He approached people randomly in Ten Forward, in the halls, and even knocked on some doors. He wasn't planning a party; not on this short of notice, and not without Aki-chan and Ryu Terui around to participate. But he did mention to everyone he ran into that perhaps they should consider getting something for Shotaro.

And that afternoon, Philip casually invited Shotaro to the holodeck. Just because there wasn't going to be a party didn't mean they couldn't do something fun.

paroxysmen

The young lady behind the bar at Ten Forward might be a familiar sight to a select few. She wasn't asked to resume her duties at the bar, nor did she ask before deciding to take them up again. But, it's been a rough few weeks for her, and she needs to talk to someone besides her father.

Back home, he would be the one to confide in, the one to receive guidance from (on the rare occasions she was willing to accept it), but here he's a completely different man. Not unfamiliar, as she had obviously known him before all the major changes in his life, but now she can feel the sting that comes with knowing he isn't capable of returning any of her feelings. At least, not on any truly recognizable level. And now, she's far more advanced than he is, which leaves her with a very strange feeling she can't exactly place. And a sense that she'll never find her true place aboard The Enterprise.

So, after a long bout of solitude, and a few visits to her perfectly reconstructed Orion home on the holodeck, she's taken up her post again. She has craved interaction, but has been unsure of how to broach the subject of how different she suddenly is from the android that the crew likely remembers. She'll just have to take it as it comes, she does have an amazingly fast thought process, after all. And who knows, maybe a new perspective will help.

And if not, at least the counter top will be extremely clean.

( [ Locked to Picard ] )

tanteiotaku

Shotaro had never really been the working out kind. Pounding the pavement and beating up Masquerades or other punks that needed punching was usually more than adequate to keep him in shape. And he had usually been far too busy to even consider that much of a regimen. But since coming to the Enterprise he hadn't much cause for defending people. He could see now that Picard and his people were making good in their actions what their pretty words at the outset of this debacle promised. And the offers to find ways for people to help on the ship was all fine and good for most people. Shotaro wasn't the uniform wearing type.

Nor was he really one for loose workout pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers, but here he was. He never considered his jeans an impediment to the kind of moves he needed to make in a fight but one normally dresses for the occasion. But once he was in the workout room proper, he strode around with his hands on his hips. What exactly was he trying to accomplish here? Just working out some idle thoughts, mostly? Or something deeper than that?

He missed Fuuto. He knew that. He had since the enormity of how far removed they were in both space and time had sunk in. Hundreds of years and thousands of light years. The Federation had its roots on Earth, but that Earth was so different that it might as well be another planet.
( Broodings and ruminations )

When someone came along nearby, he pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead and gave them a nod. “I’ll be done in a minute,” he said with a smirk. He made an effort to keep any sign of what he was brooding over off his face. But he wasn’t all that good at it. Or just maybe someone might catch him by surprise in the middle of his thoughts.

((Open for any and all harassment! He'd be down for a practice fight, chitchat, or someone telling him what he's doing wrong bc there's probably plenty.))

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.

decideformyself

After Alemar III, Philip is understandably a little apprehensive about another shore leave. But reading the information on Risa in the Enterprise's database helps to ease that. To think that there's an entire planet just for vacations! He'd never imagined such a thing before.

So once he's down there, he's going to try just about everything there is to do. Hiking; visiting those underground gardens with the glowing plants; sunbathing; and of course, eating. Alien food is so wonderful, after all.

Aside from Shotaro, he doesn't make much of an effort to stick close to anybody else from the Enterprise. He's just too giddy about trying all these new things. But if he should happen to run into anyone he recognizes, you can bet he's going to greet them.

trial_never_ends

Is that Q in the corner?

~~Is that Q in the spotlight?~~

How long has he been in Ten Forward? Perhaps an hour. Perhaps days. Perhaps he has always been there, and your mortal eyes are just too feeble to take in all of his glory. It could be anything really, because he doesn't play victim to time the same way the rest of you do.

He looks fairly innocuous in his Starfleet Captain's uniform, but he doesn't look particularly pleased tonight. No. Saturnalia is over tomorrow, and then it is Christmas, and he did make a deal with Picard that there would be no Christmas mischief afoot. So all of this glorious, wondrous planning and preparation to make the ship festive will be over after tonight. And not one of you miserable people have sacrificed a single pig. Imagine! Yes, there have been clumsy attempts at hunting, and the odd meal or two, but when someone gives you sacrificial pigs the least you could do is build an altar. Heathens.

It is most disappointing.

At least the place is lively for once, and he won fifty credits at one of the blackjack tables. Not that he has much use for it, aside from depriving its original owner of the pocket lining, but it's the principle of the thing. He has no use for food or drink, neither does he need to sleep, so gambling and repining seem like a good use of his time. Perhaps one of you will get the idea if he makes his pouting obvious.

(OOC: Well hello there. For a limited time only, Q is in Ten Forward for all your complaining, canon updating, and CR building needs. This post is particularly meant for people who want IC motivation for their pups to go home, as Q will be your very own Bob Barker ready to Make A Deal, but I'm leaving it OTA as long as the number of tags remains manageable. If I do end up needing to plot-lock it, Q will be back soon to catch those he misses this time around, and you can contact me over this a-way!

eta: so sorry for the disappearance! the end of december is an unforgiving master.)

tanteiotaku

Akiko would have been proud to know that Shotaro had gotten busy on some self-promotion here on the Enterprise. It suited the starship's name, at any rate. With a few markers and his typewriter, he'd gotten together the rudiments of a promotional flyer. And then used the replicator to duplicate his work of art enough to leave on every table, most corridors, and even the turbolifts a flyer advertising his skills. "Narumi Space Detective Agency! Hard-boiled detectives Shotaro Hidari and Philip are here to solve the mysteries that plague the Enterprise! Specializing in lost pets since 2009! No case too big or small! Find us in rooms #0716 and #0726, or wherever the winds of trouble threaten the peace of this ship!"

No sooner had he gotten them all out there then did he see a small cluster of suckling pigs rush past him squealing. He stopped in place and watched them pass him the other direction, turning in place on one foot, his hands on his hips. This stank of Q. He was pretty sure leaving a bunch of pigs to wander a ship like this was a bad idea.

He deployed the Memory Gadgets. Spider created a pen for them, spanning the width of the corridor, only tall enough to keep them from climbing. Any person would be easily able to step over and through the small group of piglets, assuming they missed the mess they were making on the carpeting. Stag and Bat were providing backup in helping him corner pigs to get them into their corral.

Shotaro hadn't looked at a map to verify, but he hoped there wasn't anything critical down this hallway. It would be unfortunate if some officer or the other messed up their nice shoes.

Taking a break from rounding up pigs, he caught Stag in midair and pulled the memory out of it so he could call his partner. "Hey, Philip. What do pigs eat?"

((OOC: Down for any and all Christmas/Saturnalia shenanigans here. Bring your snow flurries, mistletoe, and general harassment toward the half-boiled detective.

tanteiotaku

Pounding shoe leather was his favorite way to work a case. Even with Double, the gadgets, and everything else that went with it, this was timeless. Even out here in space. A detective’s best asset was the people around him. That would never change. It was a nice bonus they were dressed as the other legendary detective combo, Holmes and Watson (regrettably Shotaro was not Holmes).

Even with the Gaia Library on the brain, he had to stay focused. The sooner he figured things out, the better. So they were going to start at Ten Forward. First, with Guinan and the other people that run the place, then with whoever was around. Notebook in hand, he was ready to take down whatever was important. He was mainly worried about anything weird that had gone on, which of the candy they'd eaten, and if they'd seen anyone matching the description of the form Q had taken last he'd seen. Of course, trying to track down a guy that could take any form he wanted based on a physical description was probably pointless but this guy was prideful enough to want to take credit.

But that was not the only mystery to be solved. The replicators in his and Philip's rooms as well as those in Ten Forward were only spitting out candy no matter what was requested. That meant not only was Shotaro uncaffeinated, but Philip was probably working on a sugar high. And he was fairly sure there were others. That would not do. So he started at one end of the corridor the compulsory guests occupied and started toward the other end. A knock on the door --yes, a knock-- before hitting the intercom. And, if he spotted someone he wanted to talk to in the hall, he was sure to take a moment with them.

Later, after he'd collected a fair amount of information and was able to make some conclusions, he decided they needed to go talk to the Captain about this. He was sure he was already aware, but he hoped they had more information to give than what they’d gathered. He could hope, anyway. And it was a fine enough excuse to go check out the bridge. Just this once, anyway. So onto the turbolift they went, as though they had no inkling that they did not belong there.

[OOC: This post is for both Philip and Shotaro, if you have a preference, let us know which nerd you’d like in the subject line. This is open to anyone anywhere throughout the event so hit it whenever you like.]

decideformyself

Philip doesn't actually notice for a while that anything has changed.

He's too busy standing in the middle of his and Rory Pond's quarters, eyes closed, looking up scarab beetles. Such fascinating insects. It's only when he opens his eyes and goes to write on one of the many whiteboards he's replicated and hung on the walls that he notices it. He's dressed quite differently from how he was before.

He peers through the magnifying glass he's holding down at the fabric of his coat. "How curious..."

And then, once he's gotten his fill of examining his strange new outfit, he's out looking for Shotaro. Which isn't to say, of course, that he won't run into anyone else on the way...

abyssum_invocat

Sinthia finds herself, now that the injuries from her planetside excursion have been taken care of, in desperate need of something to do. Books are all well and good, but there's only so much they can hold her attention when she's fidgety and toeing the edge of irritable because she's still not quite used to space yet.

Her tellurion only does so much to remind her of her home, alas.

Which is why she's taken up one of the holodecks, using it like something of an art studio in three dimensions; she's describing the room she wants it to build, and it's doing a fair enough job, though her current detail--a window--is taking a surprising amount of time to get right. It's a huge opening in the steel-gray tiled wall, taking up well over half the space, and it looks out on craggy, snow-covered mountains, in font of which there is no obstruction. The rest of the room is something between a workshop and an office, all done in grays and metals and easily-cleanable surfaces; the desk and single chair in which she's twirling side-to-side are raised by a step or two. This is home for her, both her 'play' space and the one she reports to for any examination of developments in her abilities.

It may also be recognizable to a select few of those who enter.

ten_fwd_npcs

There had been many things Lieutenant Worf envisioned for himself upon his promotion to Chief of Security. Herding humanoid interlopers into organized groups and assigning them permanent residence aboard the Enterprise was, to say the least, not among them. After regrouping from their time at Alemar III, Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a number of new visitors for ship-wide access, which means it falls upon Worf's shoulders to assign them quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. He has gathered everyone in Ten Forward to impart this vital information.

As he has done this before, he 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.

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

Deck 04, Cargo Hold 7
Room # 2740 - Seven of Nine

Deck 07, Section 4
Room # 0711 - Trance Gemini and Billy Cranston
Room # 0713 - Stephanie Grace Rogers and John Crichton
Room # 0714 - Jack Twist and Avatar Wan
Room # 0717 - Bigby Wolf and Orlin
Room # 0719 - Ahim de Famille and John Kennex
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Stahma Tarr
Room # 0722 - Sean Cassidy and Charles Xavier
Room # 0724 - Todd the Wraith and Aeryn Sun
Room # 0726 - Philip and Rory Williams
Room # 0731 - Waco Kid and Bucky Barnes
Room # 0733 - James Kirk and Peggy Carter
Room # 0737 - Jadzia Dax and Ashley Hammond
Room # 0738 - Quark
Room # 0747 - Angeal Hewley and Genesis
Room # 0752 - Leonard McCoy and Neal Cassidy
Room # 0753 - Rygel XVI and Tony Stark
Room # 0754 - Marion Scotts
Room # 0756 - Peter Quill and Peter Parker
Room # 0757 - Leela and Summer Landsdown

Deck 08, Crew Quarters
Room # 3356 - Terzen T'Karr

"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: 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 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.]

morphitudinous

Billy's been cleared (read: forced) to leave sickbay, but his best friend wasn't nearly so lucky. The doctors' admonishments ring loudly and clearly in his ears: Adam nearly died. That thought haunts Billy just about every minute now---he thinks back to how cold Adam's hand was when Billy found him again, to the pain etched onto his face, to the doctors' initial uncertainty about his survival.

And that's the thought that hurts him the most---these past few days have made Billy more certain than ever that Adam Park is an irreplaceable person to him. Someone who understands him, makes him laugh, smiles...and that's it, Billy thinks stubbornly. There's no other feeling there.

So Billy screws up all that fear and anxiety into what he does best: a manic inventing session. He's been chased away from anywhere near sickbay, so instead he shuffles about the living quarter hallways with his work, never content to sit in one spot for too long. Glimpses of his blueprints seem to reveal sharp blades, heavy armor, and something in an abstract conceptual phase that almost looks like a personal energy shield. There are more ideas appearing in front of him every minute, as if he's afraid to stop.

If anyone passes by, he tears his eyes away to smile apologetically, though it looks a bit strained. "I'm sorry. I'll be right out of your way---there."

ten_fwd_npcs

As the fight rages on, the pain and anguish of all involved grows to deafening levels; that is, if you're attuned to such things. For the alien travelers and the scientists who work on Alemar III, the threat of extermination is ever-present. But for the crystal "monsters" wreaking the damage, their only goal is revenge.

The high-pitched humming that comes from the Crystaloids may only seem like resonance, but it changes, fluctuates, in both pitch and intensity. It's a language in itself, expressing anger and pain and fear, and when the fighting reaches its peak so do the thousands of voices. For the gathered empaths, that means a cacophony of emotions and thoughts that no one else can understand.

It's Counselor Troi, pushed to the edge of the room where she has been protecting others, who first rises.

"You're intelligent," she murmurs, almost like she's speaking to herself. But she isn't. As understanding dawns on her, she knows she cannot sit idly by while the violence continues. Without much thought for herself, she rushes into the fracas. "Stop! You all must stop! You don't understand!"

Something suddenly changes in the Crystaloid's behavior. Sharp fists and teeth and claws stop their attack, and the humming grows quiet. It's a message, sent to them telepathically and spoken aloud, that finally ends it all: "I can hear you."

[ooc: This is the final party post for Day 3 of our Alemar III plot! You can still tag into Friday's post or make your own posts throughout the day. This will be for the culmination of events following the last battle, so find a subheading that appeals to you and jump in (there will be a few locked to specific teams just to wrap up their plot objectives, but these will be clearly marked). Later tonight, an exit post will be made. See the OOC Plotting Post for more info.]

ten_fwd_npcs

Something strange begins to happen underground. Those pretty, glistering crystals that twinkle from the walls and ceilings start to move, sinking down into the rock, and disappearing from all sight. In each cave and cavern, every arching ceiling and cramped tunnel, they all vanish.

The main cave where the visitors were brought during the tour feels darker now. It has weathered the trauma of the last three days better than some places, but that's all about to change.

[ooc: And welcome to the kickoff of our final leg of the Alemar III plot! Day 3 has officially begun, which means all team posts moving forward should reflect that. Below, this post is split into two sections: the first is for any teams or individuals who want to establish themselves as being in the main cave for the final action of the plot; the second is for our teams of fighters and all who wish to assist them. Bear in mind that the historians and empaths won't step in to reveal what's going on until the next group post; this is primarily for the last battle and gathering all the fractured teams back together. If you're not sure where your group is, check in with your plotting e-mails or the plotting post; if you don't want to join the main group until the fighting stops, the next post will also have a place for your characters to enter and reconnect with friends. If there are any questions, leave them in the plotting post and a mod will get back to you asap!]

decideformyself

Philip hadn't gotten much sleep. For one, it was hard to tell what time of day it was, stuck inside with most of the computer systems down -- not that "time of day" and "sleep" ever really correlated for him in the first place. It was more important to try and learn everything he could about how these computer systems worked, and without information from the Gaia Library to guide him that meant he had to figure it out the hard way: Like a normal person.

He was pretty sure that something like twenty-four hours had passed since the earthquake, but it was hard to be sure. They'd at least managed to get the vital systems back online. But that left the problem of them still being stuck with no way to contact the Enterprise. They had to fix that, too, somehow.

tanteiotaku

The highlight of yesterday was they were able to meet up with another trapped group. A couple familiar faces for Shotaro, even if one of them was pretty badly injured. But the problem still stood that they were miles underground, far from rescue.

Provisions were slim, just whoever had found themselves wanting to bring some snacks with them from upstairs. He was strong enough to go without for a while. He was far from the worst off.

Sleeping had been a pain, literally. He'd propped himself against a boulder to try to get some sleep. His arms had been worked to their limit on digging. After one last check-in with Philip, he finally passed out.

That morning, he was awoken by the screeching and whining of company. The very walls themselves were shaking, cracking, and merging into the middle. In the process, fresh rocks tumbled all around. "Head's up!" he shouted. His breath caught, and he coughed against the dust.

He sidestepped some crystal tumbling along the ground. It was all forming into the middle into a long, squat salamander shape. While he hadn't yet put together the enormity of what was coming together around them, he had a solution for it. Just so long as Philip was awake, and his body could hold out. Being injured and exhausted had never stopped him before, and it wasn't going to now.

"Philip! I've got trouble down here!" He said, putting his belt in place. Immediately his hand went in his waistcoat after his trusty Joker. "Long time no see," he said to himself.

Ten Forward Social Lounge

L on the Lips // Time for a Confession // Private Log

(no subject)

Rewind to the S // He's been old before.... // OTA

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #10

EP #2: Ten Forward

M of the Detective // Can't Be Dissuaded

M of the Detective // What almost was

That's not what the holodeck is for [OTA]

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #8

Anyone care for some leola root?

Mrs. Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams Cordially Invites You to Get Your Freak On {Blind Date Mixer!}

The Q Again // Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras!

Mardi Gras Kick-Off!

Surprise! [OTA]

AND LAL RETURNS after a million years.

The L Word // Time for something different

[OTA on Risa]

[OTA]

A Q in the hand is worth two in the bush, or so they say. | Ten Foward / OTA

Escape of the P// A Roman Holiday

The G is Afoot // Happy Halloween Ten Forward!

T or T / Open

(no subject)

[Ten Forward]: Rooming Assignments | Round #4

[living quarters area, day or two after alemar]

[Away Mission:] Day 3, Alemar III (The Fighting Stops)

[Away Mission:] Day 3, Alemar III (Final battle)

Team 2: Systems Are Down (Part 2)

Problems of the U // Day 2 - Teams 9 & 6!

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