BBS 02-27-03 Quotes Of Infamy |
| Medes | Hey! Seafood! |
Tue Dec 24 |
Hopefully Dakin will pardon Medes if she doesn't notice his arrival just yet. She can't hear his arrival, and there's this... thing... that smells like... SEAFOOD! IT'S SEAFOOD! HEY! (Imagine your average puppy smelling your average, say, bacon. This approximates, if you factor for tiredness and sedation and pain, Thea's general facial expression right now. Hey, Kusto. Can I try some? Hey! Wow! Seafood! What's that about? That smells like seafood! Hey! I want some! Hey! I wanna try some! Hey! Hey! NEAT!)
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| Shaft | I've seen it all |
Mon Dec 30 |
[Sensors] Tyler contests Artistic Expression/cooking+a vs 10. X-Y=Z Needs: ** Rolls: 37 Receives: Success IRON CHEF TYLER!!!
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| Medes | Tricky, tricky. |
Tue Dec 31 |
From Medes's comm badge, Nevaren chuckles. "Of course, Ensign. I know the feeling. Your light duty clearance has been noted. After that, well, you do have teams under you, Medes, so take it easy for a wee while and be a director for a change. Got it? Into her comm badge, Medes chuckles somewhat sheepishly. "Why does everyone keep telling me that?" There's a brief pause, as if she's shaking her head or some such. "Yes, sir. I've got it." From Medes's comm badge, Nevaren says, "Great, Because if I hear otherwise you will be relegated to just testing out new simulator programs for a week. Flybyes of Risa or somesuch.. ANd that would terrible, right?" Into her comm badge, Medes says, "... Is this a trick question?" From Medes's comm badge, Nevaren laughs. "Good Night, Ensign."
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| Shaft | Trek Canon |
Wed Jan 01 |
Randal and Takamura work in tandem to operate the repulsors. And while only one beam catches the rock fragment heading their way, there isn't precisely any time remaining for things like second chances. Even at full power, there isn't enough energy to keep the massive object from colliding with the shields, sending a shiver through the station in entire. They buckle and fold, the rock distorting and shattering into smaller pieces that carry their own innertial force into the massive impact. Like a giant snowball, the greater mass of the object collapses flat, the repulsors simply shoving right through the center of the now smaller pieces, pushing them out and away, creating a very effective donut. The shields finally give way with a shower of light, and the remaining manner makes a damnable mess of the designations painted on the outer hull of the Station. Its hull that, while dented and damaged, holds. <OOC> Shaft grabs the camera and rocks it back and forth. The cast lurches in a predetermined direction.
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| Tyler | Taboo Schmaboo |
Thu Jan 02 |
Duncan glances around the area, stretches a bit and has a quick mental confab about human nudity mores then steps into the tent and comes back out completely naked except for a pair of sandals, and yes, the spots do go all the way down. Tyler aiee's when she sees Duncan is wholly naked. She looks away, yes, far away, out into the water, at the point break way out there. "Er," is the only thing she can get out. Turtledove casually turns to greet Duncan, and subsequently looks away, discretely averting her very wide eyes. Is that a blush on her face. To paraphrase her illustrious Timefleet leader, "Er. Indeed." Duncan glances over at Tyler, then down at himself. "Nudity problem Lt.? Tyler shakes her head, but doesn't look over. "Uh, no, not me. I've /got/ a bathing suit."
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| Turtledove | Is that an officer in your pants? |
Thu Jan 02 |
Tyler looks to Turtledove. "Do you think he calls it Lieutenant, or is he talking to me?" she asks her friend softly. Duncan smirks and makes for the water. "Was addressing you Wendy, and last one in's a worm head." Turtledove emits a short laugh, her eyes flicking to Duncan, then back to Tyler, gleaming with amusement. "He must be talking to you. You know men. He'd have had it promoted to Admiral by the time puberty stopped..."
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| Medes | Hell Below Freezing. Video at 11. |
Sun Jan 05 |
GAME: Medes spends a courage point. <CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Diplomacy (Intergalactic Law) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds! <OOC> Shaft says "Hell hath frozen over. Medes was just diplomatic." <OOC> Zian o.O <OOC> Medes would glare, but you're right.
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| Stewart | RRT Assumptions |
Mon Jan 06 |
Greaaaaaat. The two most important men in her life, injured in one day! Does it never end? Thea blinks a few times, and tilts her head to one side. "Jimmy! What ha.... No, no. If it's all of you in one place, that can only mean one thing. You have a classified leg. Whatever it was, don't do it again!" That said, she turns back to follow Haven's orders and talk to Havaris, apparently "consulting" the drugged Bajoran about her report as she writes it on her PADD.
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| O'Rielly | What are Friends for |
Tue Jan 07 |
O'Rielly grins, "Thank you sir. I'm the new resident trouble-maker aboard." He hears the doors to the infirmary open and Golden among others come out, "Lieutenant Golden can vouch for my trouble-making abilities." Golden exits wearing a top that's clearly not his if there is more than a moment spent considering it, he attempts to divert the other direction from Edwards as he spies him on his way out, but O'Rielly's helpful drawing of attention kills that plan. "Good evening Sir. Actually, Bristol O'Rielly was a dedicated cadet and student leader, and as a member of the Red Squad served as an example to strive for during his time there -- since then our careers have taken us different directions so I can't say either way. I will venture he is likely a fine addition to your staff and he will be a pleasure to work with, sir. "Red Squad, eh?" Edwards doesn't sound exactly impressed. "Well it's good to have you here, Mr. O'Rielly. And thanks for the information, Mr. Golden." O'Rielly can't help but laugh slightly, "Go rest up Goldie, we'll catch up on things since later." Golden says, "Of course sir. Carrying on sir." O'Rielly shakes his head, "I'm not a sir, I'm your equal in rank, and a friend. I think your injuries are making you dillusional though." He smiles again. Golden says, "I was talking to the Commander, they haven't made enough hot pokers to get me to call you sir yet Bristol." He winks then starts for the corridor turn saying "I'll see you later."
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| Medes | No, see... |
Tue Jan 07 |
When Idisha comes into the holodeck, Thea's already got her program loaded, and is sitting with her back against one of the standing stones. She's also wearing... a kochek helmet? Sort of. It's metal, all silvery with coppery tracings and shaped for an Andorian, except that where the holes for antennae would be, two fake silver antennae instead rise to about half the height of an Andorian's as 'place holders'. Also, she's got a cup of jumja tea in her lap, cradled by her stubby-fingered hands. Idisha enters and immediately has the most curious expression on his face. Then he laughs. Pointing at the helmet, he shakes his head. "You've got to be kidding me..." "Isn't it the greatest thing? Now I'm pseudo-Andorian. I even have antennae!" Thea hops to her feet and bops her head around a little. The helmet fits well, apparently, because it stays in place. "Ghorev made it for me. Initially, it was a joke. He was going to make me wear it while I was on duty on the 'Paine. Y'know. 'Cause I was getting hurt a lot for a bit there. But then he decided to make it pretty." It's obvious that Medes is totally enamored of the gift. Idisha covers his mouth and does try to stop laughing. Really he does. "So where's the rest of it? Left it in your quarters?" Cue blank look. "The rest of what?" Blink blink. Thea pats the top of her head. "The antennae didn't fall off, did they?" Idisha gestures feebly about the ground. "Well... the armor. I mean... you're going to play kochek right?" Blink. Blinkblink. "No. See. Thaal'vor. I was given this helmet to keep me /out/ of the infirmary, not put me back /in/ the infirmary." Thea shakes her head and reaches up to remove the helmet. This precedes the return of her earpiece to her head after she's set her helmet down on the holographic Scottish grass, right next to the standing stone. It's an interesting image, really.
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| Takamura | Picture Perfect Moment |
Wed Jan 08 |
Lhian is sitting in her hoverchair, by the window, holding a white rose and being painted by Takamura. Cristobal watches the pair for a moment, and then sits down on a bench. He decides to watch art being created...either that or he's trying to cure insomnia. Randal wanders into the Observation Garden. He seems to be wearing a distracted look on his face, although it shifts to one of curiousity as he notices Takamura's work in progress. Hesitating for a moment, he eventually decides to walk over. "Hi. Kocheck, painting, saving lives... you certainly make sure your schedule is never empty," He comments with a grin. Randal also offers a polite nod to Lhian. "I would nod back," Lhian says, barely moving her lips, "But I think the artist would be most displeased." Done muttering, she fixes her attention back on the rose, forcing it to turn back to white after it turned a strange greenish-yellow. Takamura looks over to Randal with a grin as he comments about Tak's hobbies. "Well, I can't get just sit around all the time. I have to find something to do to keep me busy." He refocuses on his subject and and returns to putting colors on the canvas.
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| Medes | The Dangers of A Betazoid Commande |
Wed Jan 08 |
. o O Medes's brain goes all happy sproingly wolf girl for a moment at the brief mention of Kusto, and then? Oh god, I'm being cute in my head! And the Commander is here. The Betazoid Commander! He can hear me being cute in my head! Augh!
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| Tyler | Gotta Blame Someone |
Wed Jan 08 |
<OOC> Tyler blames Poole. <OOC> Ghorev says "Or, as the Iridosians call her, "She-Who-Brings-Hernias-From-The-Sky"."
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| Magret | Carpe Diem! |
Thu Jan 09 |
At last, Cristobal is alone with the women in the Warp Core. Seizing the opportunity, he...orders more coffee.
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| Havaris | Domestic Bliss |
Thu Jan 09 |
Medes leaps up from behind the chair, arms flailing, snarling beneath her helmet, "GRR! I'm an alien!" Kusto blandly turns the page to his Revelations of the Prophets. "Yes, dear." Medes grumbles, "You're no fun." Takes off helmet. Sulks into the other room.
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| Idisha | Vulcan Seductress!? |
Thu Jan 09 |
T'Den considers the matter. "One of the definitions of "feeling better" is to alleviate discomfort. As I have been unable to make an appointment with Medical today, there is discomfort you could attempt to alleviate if you wish, Lieutenant." Cristobal blinks and says, "You want me to give you a physical?" T'Den replies. "I have been experiencing physical discomfort recently in my back. I believe that manual stimulation of the muscles may alleviate the discomfort." Cristobal blinks again. Then he blinks again. He opens his mouth to respond but it just sort of hangs there for a few moments. He closes his mouth, blinks one more time and shrugs. He chokes out the most intelligent response that he can, asking, "Would you prefer to go somewhere you can lie down, or is it just your shoulders?" T'Den's expression is perfectly serene on the matter. "It would make more sense if I were reclined." she states. "I would prefer the matter to be handled by medical staff, but failing that, it would make an acceptable means of "apology", if you feel it necessary.
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| Cristobal | In the Spider's Lair |
Thu Jan 09 |
T'Den moves over to her bunk. "Very well, Lieutenant." She moves to lie down on her bunk. "You may stop whenever you feel your guilt is alleviated."
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| Tyler | Gift for Understatement |
Fri Jan 10 |
Tyler shakes her head slowly. "Frankly, I probably wouldn't have told you at all. Except for London. People are already starting to ask questions," she says, her voice growing grave and low. Her eyebrows pinch together and she frowns slightly to herself. She fidgets with the tabletop, rubbing her index finger on its surface. "That's probably a little too much honesty. In any case, we're stuck with a problem. There's a really big security breach out there, and it's called the universe."
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| Takamura | Positional Authority |
Fri Jan 10 |
Takamura holds his hand up in a halting gesture. "Patience, Grasshopper. I still have one more position to show you. The kneeling position." From his standing position, he easily drops to one knee and rests his left elbow on his left knee. Idrani blinks. "-Grasshopper-?" she clearly does not get the reference. But she does follow suit, dropping to one knee.
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| Laco | Not the Decoder rings!? |
Fri Jan 10 |
You say, "Maybe its time to petition the commander to let us go to some unexplored world for a planetological survey-slash-secret vacation?" P'Trell says, "I say yes. Let's fake a planetary abnormality on Risa and go help them out." Givens giggles, "Well, officially a planatary survay anyway... Laco nods seriously, "Its our duty to grant any assistance needed." P'Trell says, "It's the Starfleet way, they'd take back our decoder rings if we didn't lend a hand."
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| Medes | When Commanders Attack! |
Fri Jan 10 |
A PADD is in the Commander's hands, and he scans over the data intently there. His back is slightly turned toward the arriving Ensign, as he stands near the viewport nook. He looks, well, he looks really pissed off. His brow is furrowed and his eyes blaze with a fiery anger. He turns to face Medes to give her a glare, and then moves behind his desk. There are no chairs on Medes' side of the desk, just open ground. Better for the photon mortar shells to fall in open ground, after all. "I demand an explanation, Ensign Medes." He tosses the PADD off to the side of the desk with a clatter, and it collides into his chess set, knocking over a rook. "For... uh." Gulp. "For... what, sir?" She seems rather obviously and truly nonplussed. Blink blink. It's tough to stand your ground when you're faced with... well. /This./ But Medes does it, albeit with a nervous shifting of her feet and a harrowed breath in and out. Another hard swallow, and she blinks twice more. Balin's frown deepens, and a low rumble of a growl comes from somewhere within him. He gestures to the PADD. "I have a list of charges against you, Ensign. What I want to know is, before you make a mockery out of me: Did you do it?" He levels his gaze on her, locking his Betazoid's black eyes on hers. . o O Medes is a mixture of perplexed and horrified, with a nice helping heaping of utterly dumbfounded for a side dish. She tries to hold his eyes when they're locked on her own, but she can't do it for long, her gaze flickering away in a manner that's not so much frightened or intimidated -- though she is certainly at least the latter, considering the circumstances -- as it is purely deferential. "I... would answer that, sir, but... it's impossible for me to say whether or not I've done... it... if I don't know what... it... is." Medes forces herself to tuck her left hand behind her back and clasp her right hand over the left's wrist. . o O Medes adds to her emotional meal a nice cup of creeping dread. "You know you did it, and I for one, am going to make sure you pay the price for it." He leans over and picks up the PADD and begins to read. His tones are short and clipped. "On Stardate 52905.3, Ensign Medes did willfully perform above and beyond the call of duty in regards to safety and security of experimental shuttlecraft. 52855.2, Ensign Medes did willfully prevent the Hernes from entering the no-fly zone around the Anomaly. Oh, these charges go on and on and on." He slams the PADD down. "Now. I'm going to ask you one more time. Did. You. Do. It." <OOC> Medes says "Bastard. :)" <OOC> Balin grins.
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| Havaris | Funny cos' it's true |
Sat Jan 11 |
: Havaris paces into the office and moves towards the security desk, dropping into ... the only chair in the room. He never said it was a /nice/ office. He appraises the systems and their status, glancing up to O'Rielly with a small nod. "What can I do for you." O'Rielly follows in behind you. If you looked at all, you will have noticed that he didn't seem to look back at Cristobal following behind even once. "I would suggest reeling that officer in Lieutenant. I was half ready to file a report based on his earlier actions, but I wanted to talk to an officer above him directly to see if we could try and not start my duties by stepping over toes. But it seems as if somebody's trying to challenge me." "I think I just strangled him on his own leash, Lieutenant. I know how to handle my people. Reports will be filed, they'll pass my desk and Lt. Dakin's, virtual paper will be virtually stamped with strongly worded sentences." Havaris glances at his terminal, poking it once. "Who's challenging you?"
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| Nevaren | The more complicated the plumbing |
Sat Jan 11 |
Poole 's giggling hardly stops at the interchange, though she does put a hand up to try and force herself to stop. "We did come in for a reason, though, right dear?" Haven slows her spinning then comes to a stop. "What's up?" she asks. Nevaren uhms as he tries to come up with the way to put forth the reason of their being here. After a few, personally tense seconds his brain lets out a string of impulses to his mouth. which in turn translates them into a quick burst of words. "We want to have a baby!" he blurts, then stops. Whoops, that didn't come out right, "I mean.. Gwen wants to have a baby, I just want to be able to contribute to the endevour.." he stops again, blanching. Wrong again. He tries to amend.. "I mean, it's not that I can't. uh.. wait.. I mean.. I 'function' just fine and all, physically.. I mean.. everything is there but.. Oh no, uh.." he looks a bit paniced here. "Oh prophets, help me here." Haven perks a brow and fixes Nev with her best Doctor stare then sniffs. "Maybe you should try charades?"
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| Cristobal | Diplomacy, Cristobal style |
Sun Jan 12 |
Zian emerges from the Zone and sighs heavily, resting her forehead against a bulkhead and giving it a frustrated little kick. "Ugh. I--I'm sorry, Nathan. I just... I had to get out of there. Ensign Idisha..." her voice trails off, as she shakes her head. <OOC> Zian says "ahh! Idisha didn't leave yet. *erk*" Ack. How to stop this. Time for diplomacy, Cristobal style. "Hey!" he says loudly and over-brightly, "have you seen my desk? No? Come look!" and he tugs Zian along the corridor. Diplomacy, Cristobal style involves pretending something didn't happen.
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| Shaft | The Montage Song |
Mon Jan 13 |
Apparently Balin hid some sort of curse-restriction device in Medes' second pip, because she's surprisingly free of invectives, for all that she's doing difficult work on a shuttlecraft. She stops often for infusions of coffee and jumja tea, gulping down the liquid before hurrying back to her work. She ends up sequestering herself for a long time, sitting in the pilot's chair for a while and recalibrating and modulating and bifurcati... no, wait, leave the bifurcation to the Bolian. After this, it's a long, serious period of ripping out shuttle-guts, which, for all its difficulty, seems to take her mind off of the seriousness of the situation. Thea's at home with a plasma torch and a hydraulic wrench in either hand, perfectly content to rip out a machine's guts and put them back in backwards (but better). <OOC> Shaft sings a la South Park, o/~ We're gonna have a MONTAGE!!! Doing stuff in Montage...! What do you do when you need to pass some time, you show people doing things in pantomime with a MONTAGE!!! o/~
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| Cristobal | Dr. Feelgood |
Mon Jan 13 |
Beachwood arrives from the mall with a determined stride, glancing around between Zian and Haven, "Where's the big cheese at?" He glances around, looking a bit puzzled. "I'm new onboard... Ah... Ensign Beachwood. I need the rubber glove treatment so I can get started on active duty..."
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| Havaris | Token War Criminal |
Wed Jan 15 |
"Okay." Edwards allows, "Just don't kill him or anything. That would be bad." [Havaris] "You know me, Sir. I never kill people when it's against regulations." Beat "Except for once." Beat. "Okay, twice." Beat. "But I learned my lesson."
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| Medes | Truth In Advertising? |
Wed Jan 15 |
Cristobal enters the room. That's usually a bad sign.
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| Cristobal | What's on Cristobal's mind. |
Wed Jan 15 |
GAME: There is a psionicist near your location, and you are being asked to submit a '+think' and '+feel'. Please see '+help think', '+help feel', and 'news psionics' for more information. . o O Cristobal thinks "Mmm, coffee"
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| S'veralis | And your my guard |
Thu Jan 16 |
K'net-mauri lifts a brow. He says in Romulan, "You wish to pay a visit to Ambassador B'val?" S'veralis rolls her shoulders She says in Romulan, "If she was to attack a Romulan taht showed up on her doorstep, better you than me."
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| K'net-mauri | Klingon riposte |
Fri Jan 17 |
K'net-mauri makes a little offhand gesture. "My adjutants mode of dress. I believe there is actually someone back at command who believes this will put people here at greater ease. I must make an effort to find out who that someone is and make him eat his own liver. Without a drink." Gorgha says, "You're old school Ambassador. Too many people these days give their opponants drinks to wash down internal organs with."
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| Medes | Classic Reaction |
Sat Jan 18 |
Takamura pauses as he steps into the room. He blinks several times at the scene in front of him. Thea. In a. SKIRT? Whoa. Is he in the right room or universe? He quietly waves to everyone in the room, trying not to disturb them anymore than he already has.
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| Helanis | You've got that lovin' feeling... |
Sat Jan 18 |
. o O Medes is all sorts of disgusting sappiness (and well-laid, which undoubtedly shows, ha ha for you) and pink hearts and flowers and bells and gooey smoochy happy fuzzy warm kittens with cute little dresses on Hallmark cards. In short? She's so happy it's DISGUSTING. . o O Medes's kittens, however, have plasma torches, so it's all right.
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| Medes | Culture Clash, Part 22 Bajillion |
Sat Jan 18 |
"During the occupation, all Bajorans took the earpiece of the Warrior at the urging of Kai Opaka." Guess who's been studying? Rather absently, Medes confirms for Stewart, "Yep, she is. Her family is... was originally from London, if you can't tell by her accent." Hey, look over here, it's a Conveniently Distracting Nevaren! "Well, boss, you've got the legs to wear a kilt, and once you marry Gwen, you'll have the right to wear the tartan." Nevaren makes another face. "I don't think I want to wear a sauce intended for seafood."
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| Helanis | Aroo? |
Mon Jan 20 |
Takamura gulps down the rest of his coffee and snatches up his PADD, following her like a good dog. <OOC> Helanis says "Woof?" <OOC> Helanis raises the SPCA poster. "And remember folks, don't forget to spay or neuter your pets." <OOC> Takamura says "ArfArf. pant" <OOC> Takamura says "Meep!"
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| Niel | Makes you wonder indeed |
Tue Jan 21 |
Poole bites her lip and let's the song die as she glances aside to Blair. "And here we are again, civilians giving orders on a Starfleet Station.... /Lovely/." Propping the guitar in her lap, she bends to reach into her boot, palming something as she sits back straight. "You know, I've /never/ met an Orion male that I've liked?... Pity." she says this softly and aside to Blair. Poole nods over Blair's way and shows him quickly what's in her palm. "No worries." She shifts the guitar a bit to get more comfortable and then reaches with her empty hand for her nearly forgotten cappuccino. "Strangely, Orion women are always pleasant... Makes you wonder."
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| Blair | Physician, Heal Thyself |
Tue Jan 21 |
<CONTEST> Helanis (claiming advantage) contests her Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails! <CONTEST> Cristobal (claiming advantage) contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails! <CONTEST> Harris contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails! <OOC> Poole says "Yay! :)" <OOC> Poole says "More work for you, Haven. ;)" <CONTEST> Haven contests her Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails! <OOC> Blair rings up Gorgha.
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| Haven | Marshmallowy Insides |
Tue Jan 21 |
Haven grins, "One can only hope." Then she winks at Gorgha. "I'm going to go through hot chocolate withdrawals.." K'net-mauri looks at Gorgha. "I think she is suggesting you find a replicator to ease her pain." Ease pain? eese' payne....? Gorgha taps his universal translator to double check that one.Gorgha says, "You'll live" Haven blinks, her face paling. "No.. No I won't.. " Haven blinks and smacks her hand over Gorgha's. "Brute!" K'net-mauri grins. Haven pouts prettily and blinks wide green eyes up at Gorgha. "Please, vavoy?" Gorgha grumbles in Klingon and goes to fill her request. K'net-mauri seems to find the exchange entertaining. Haven wrinkles her nose up at KM and grins. "It's good being loved." K'net-mauri laughs. "Indeed, it is." Gorgha says, "Shut up Romulan" And -that- sends Loni into a fit of giggles. K'net-mauri looks at Gorgha, lifts a brow. "Hm. Why?" Gorgha says, "Here is your damned hot chocolate." S'veralis gives a laugh which only another female would understand as the Gruff sounding Klingon hands Loni her choclate, "well done." she says apporvingly to haven. "Extremely well done." Haven winks up at Lis and accepts her drink. "Thank you, vavoy." K'net-mauri glances at Lis and grins quite broadly. Gorgha snarls at S'veralis then goes to find something else to do. Hopefully a paitent will be being a discipline problem somewhere.
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| Lux | Strange night |
Thu Jan 23 |
Nevaren sips his bourbon, his oh-so-pale eyes peircing through the dimness of the bar, almost glowing like a cats. He watches the human manhandling the drunken romulan female (now thats just odd), then looks to the Tall and well spoken Naussican (thats even odder) and back to the Ferengi he trusts most (oddest). "Strange night."
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| Medes | The Outside Observer |
Fri Jan 24 |
Jiasha gives a short laugh, slapping her knee at the thought. "My goodness! Imagine, a whole bunch of people at a wedding! You'd have to make so many plans for guests, you'd forget you were getting married."
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| Cristobal | True Gratitude |
Sat Jan 25 |
"She's a charming gal," Poole says, faintly smiling as she looks over her shoulder. With a slight tilt of her chin she indicates the now departing Nolte and looks back over to Takamura, "And thanks... by the way... for all the help. I owe you big time." Takamura smiles at Poole. "You're welcome.+vote/here <OOC> Takamura says "Crap"
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| Magret | Philosophical Differences |
Sun Jan 26 |
Cristobal shrugs. He says, "I tried pessimism once, but I don't think I was very good at it. Every morning, when I awoke, I assumed I would die before I next slept. I attempted to live each day as if it were my last. I ended up visiting a lot of doctors and writing a lot of wills. Dull days, really." K'net-mauri grins. "Really? Not making a lot of profound remarks and having a lot of sex? You have odd priorities for last days."
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| Shaft | Solid? Propa. |
Sun Jan 26 |
Turtledove glances at Stewart, her mouth tightening slightly, before she looks back to Edwards. "For my part, just call me 'T.', I suppose." Yeah, she's a mean bad criminal. So bad, she just gets an initial!
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| S'veralis | The Truth about Doctors? |
Wed Jan 29 |
Cristobal snorts. "In our society, those who are tough enough to be warriors, but lack the proper discipline, they become doctors," he lies.
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| Starfleet | New Parents |
Wed Jan 29 |
Bela chuckles softly and looks up at her man and little girl with much love and pride in her eyes. "Maybe we'll teach her how to be diplomatic. And patch the holes in our Starfleet family." She sits up. "Though! Look what I made today while the little devil was sleeping." She pushes up off the couch and moves to the corner where she keeps her EVA suit in a box. She opens the box and withdraws the suit. It has a distinct papoose on the stomach of the suit. "I figure orbital skydiving would be the first set of skills she learns." Edwards eyes the EVA suit and comments wryly, "Because the first thing any new parent should do is scare their child to death." Bela giggles. "The baby has no concept of fear, love. Fear is a learned behavior. If she has to go to the bathroom, it has a recycle line to my backpack. It's a really efficient system!" she coos over her creation. "I could always install the same sort of capability in your suit. For, you know, when you're scared," she teases him. Edwards scoffs, "Orbital skydiving does not scare me." Nothing does! "It merely makes me apprehensive." Bela nods, but smirks slightly. Sure, she believes it. She places the suit back into the box neatly and closes it with a click. Starfleet
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| Tyler | It's about time |
Thu Jan 30 |
Park lifts her hands to place a gentle kiss on the back of one. "He's hurting, Wendy.", he says. "People tend to lash out at what they perceive to be the source of thier pain." <OOC> Park says "Oh, that was a very shrinkish thing to say. :-)" <OOC> Park is getting good at this. :-)
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| Medes | Kinder, Gentler Command |
Thu Jan 30 |
Nevaren wags a finger chidingly at Medes, smirking. "I have the mind to send you back to Bed, Thea." "I /did/ sleep. And even if you did send me back up to bed, all I'd do is lie there and stare. Like this." She bugs her eyeballs open a little and makes a glaze-eyed sort of stare before loosening her shoulders and dropping them. Medes turns to pick her coffee up off the counter with a nod of thanks to the barrista. Nevaren chuckles. "I could always order Medical to get you an alpha wave generator." She sips at her coffee for a moment before replying. "You could. And I'd listen. But I'd just spaz when I got up and... Well. I'll be fine, sir. Honestly. I promise not to work myself to death," mumbles Medes. Nevaren nods. "Good Enopugh.. But you get a full 8 hours sleep tonight.. Or I'll come over and stun you."
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| Drennan | Double, double toil and trouble... |
Thu Jan 30 |
How to win the heart of a pirate: Drennan chuckles, grinning. She winks, "Do you think I'd have any luck brewing love potions?" Jub raises an eyebrow. "I dunno.. depends on what ya put in 'em. Me? I like rum." Drennan snorts and shakes her head, "I could brew hexes with rum and you'd drink them, Jordan." Jub nods at this, in total agreement. "I'd drink warp plasma if you mixed rum wit it."
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| Starfleet | Pakled Children |
Fri Jan 31 |
Holliday says "You're right. One shouldn't mistake cordiality for friendship. And yes, keep an eye on her." He says to Nevaren. He sighs. "Now, I guess we should get back to playing twenty questions." He gestures to the other room. "It seems the Betazed information net is down." Halev nods. "Of course. It's an occupation." Nevaren shoots a harsh look at Halev when she says "the word". He steps back, snaping the blade back into it's handle. Halev flexes her hands, trying to get the feeling back into them. She reaches up and scratches behind one neck ridge. "That's itched forever, it seems." Holliday shrugs, chuckles. "The Dominion doesn't believe in propaganda?" The Cardassian woman smiles at Holliday. Halev says, "Terrorists were using the network for their own criminal purposes. We had to put a stop to it. Your Federation networks are so open that a Pakled child could break into them." Starfleet
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| Medes | I'll take Vocab for $200, Alex. |
Sun Feb 02 |
Bowler paces back and forth at the water's edge, muttering under his breath, eyes following the boat and it's course. "Two cables of line would have made their job a hell of a lot easier." He fiddles with the pockets on his parka, the picture of conspicuous superfluousness.
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| Randal | Blood from a stone? |
Tue Feb 04 |
Randal looks at Solok with a heavy bleariness in his eyes. "Wha'effer." His bottom lip -- well, damn near his entire jaw, actually -- is really swelling up now, and it's interfering with Randal's ability to pronounce intelligible words. "Jus' help me ge' to the imfirmary, woo you?" As he struggles to stand, he adds, "By fa way, do we haff a medical cofferashe plan?" Solok isn't exactly what you call mighty, but he's willing to offer a little help. So he reaches down to take Randal's elbow and try to get him up to his feet. "All right, but I'm charging you for the service. And for cleaning, if you get any human goo on my clothes. I don't know what's in you, but it doesn't wash out. And we'd better hurry to the infirmary, I think you're getting delerious. You just asked a Ferengi for a medical coverage plan."
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| Churas | Another Day On 419 |
Thu Feb 06 |
Nevaren nods and sips his bajoran ale, then wipes his lips with a napkin. "Oh, the usual. The core was begining to melt down so I fixed it by sticking a peice of chewing gum in the coolant tank's crack." Cristobal nods and says, "I did a lot of filing. Our days were a lot alike."
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| Magret | Ahh, crew loyalty |
Fri Feb 07 |
<CONTEST> Isole (claiming advantage) contests her Command skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails! <OOC> Isole pout. <OOC> Magret says "Boo!" <OOC> Randal mutinies! <OOC> Magret doesn't. c.c <OOC> Isole shoot Randal. Hand over to pirates. <OOC> Randal says "Uh... I mean of course, Captain. Right away."
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| Havaris | The Truth About Security |
Sat Feb 08 |
Havaris's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Lieutenant JG Cristobal to Lieutenant JG Havaris." Type '+answer' to answer the hail. Tapping his comm badge, Havaris says, "Go ahead." From Havaris's comm badge, Cristobal says, "Boss, how good are you at database research?" Into his comm badge, Havaris says, "I stink. Ask me how good I am at blowing things up?"
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| Medes | Broken Brains |
Sat Feb 08 |
She lifts her head from Kusto's shoulder, then, and shoots him a sidelong glance. That Medes-Glance means one thing and one thing alone: 'Is /this/ what I missed out on by not having siblings?' It's mock-exasperation, the kind that intimates nothing so much, in truth, as affection for the target thereof (that would be Jiasha). "Somehow I'm not so sure the Lodge is going to be putting together a team anytime soon. Jiasha, I should teach you to surf. I think you'd like it. Of course, I think everyone would like to surf. Maybe I should offer to teach the Commander in return for his offer of teaching me golf." Now if /there/ isn't an image to take home with you, I'm not sure what is. Jiasha tips her head to the side, looking Medes over. Hm. Golf, Surfing, all sorts ofthings to explore. "I would love to learn. So that I can teach Kusto, as usual." "Of course," Kusto replies with an eager bob of the head, "how else would I learn?" He chuckles gamely, giving Medes a sideways glance for a moment, appraising. "Perhaps you might take Balin up on that offer. But. Perhaps, also, you might reconsider?" Which is Kusto's quiet way of suggesting she not and being rather non-specific about it. "Still! Surfing should be a wonderful time. Water. Waves. Big boards. Things of that nature." "I hadn't any real intention of doing so unless he actually pursues it, which I really don't expect him to," Medes replies, in her over-frank sort of way. "It was an idle, polite offer, made to make me feel more comfortable while he was talking to Idisha, and I took it as such. I was really just making a joke, because the idea of the Commander surfing is, you have to admit, an amusing one." The exchange between Jiasha and Kusto causes the corners of her mouth to curl up in amusement. Jiasha gives a michevious look. With insiunation of waves and water, she knows at least there's got to be some swimming. And she murmmers, like a little brat. "In little swimming trunks." <OOC> Medes says "Commanders of Starfleet Calendar 2376: Swimsuit Edition" Havaris clenches his eyes shut and begins to murmur a litany of words to get that picture OUT OF HIS HEAD. "Kai Winn naked. Gul Dukat in a two piece. The Emissary in a tutu. Takamura in a unitard. Klingon Unibrows. Kai winn naked..." Yep. She broke him.
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| Foster | Poor Poole. |
Sun Feb 09 |
"I wiped out all life on it, through my actions, the orders I gave my team, and my failure to adhere to the Prime Directive." More frowning, yes. Poole sighs. "A second team was able to reverse the damage and restore most of those who had apparently been obliterated back to life... there was some sort of chain reaction with the personal cloaking suits we were wearing. It was a cultural investigation mission." Clasping her hands in front of her, she adds, "Of course, that didn't matter to Starfleet, that I didn't have any /way/ of knowing that it was the suits... nor any way of stopping the chain reaction once it started, except from orbit.... You know, I used to be the second officer of this station." The din of the bar gets strangely quiet. Then someone laughs, and the silence is broken, returning the Zone to a counterpoint chorus of voices. <OOC> Poole shake fist! Laugh at my pain!
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| Randal | The Information Runway |
Tue Feb 11 |
<CONTEST> Medes contests her Computer (Modeling) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds! <OOC> Gorgha says "go medes, it's your birthday" <OOC> Cristobal watches Medes strut down the runway, lugging her computer along <OOC> Medes laughs!
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| Havaris | Nothing personal. See you tomorrow |
Tue Feb 11 |
Blutox escorts an overly drunk patron out the door, then returns. <OOC> Randal says "I'm not done yet, dammit!"
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| Medes | Comfort, Poole Style |
Fri Feb 14 |
"He's a security grunt, Thea... they're supposed to be up on combat.. not that you aren't... I mean... you're the toughest miracle working engineer I know," Poole makes her attempt at comforting Medes, clutching her shoes and duffle bag in her arms. "Plus... if you want, I could show you some moves..." Did her knee just wiggle?
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| Gr'laH | Father Knows Best |
Fri Feb 14 |
Gr'laH slowly shifts his gaze towards the retreating Churas, his expression waning to the point where he can offer little more than a courtesy grunt to Vor'mak's boast. The old warrior falls into a chair and stews for a quiet moment before sweeping the table clear of drink and goblet and pretty much all else with a hiss. "Children," he remarks to Vor'mak, "are a divine torment." He shifts his gaze to Vor'mak. "Have many." Vor'mak offers another grunt with a wry grin. "Another day, perhaps. I am sure you can understand the difficulty in finding an acceptable mate on this human infested hunk of scrap metal." "And Churas does not please you?" Gr'laH glances slowly up at Vor'mak, narrowing his eye. If ever a father asked a loaded question of a likely male, it was this particular question at this particular moment. "Are you blind, dead, or simply wise?" Gr'laH slowly broadens a grin before letting out a bellowed laugh.
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| Medes | The Definition of Humor |
Sun Feb 16 |
Cristobal nods at Thea's request. Luckily she's around to be the diplomatic one.
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| Tzannos | I am what I am... |
Sun Feb 16 |
Sulkat nods. "Unarmed combat is very similar to armed combat. The only /real/ difference is that in unarmed combat, you don't have a weapon in your hand. Really, that makes it easier, I think. No need to learn that the sword is an extension of your arm - because, hey, your arm is your arm." Pearls of logic indeed, Sulkat style. <OOC> Sulkat says "Your arm is your arm. WOW."
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| Tzannos | Is this a good time for you? |
Sun Feb 16 |
After the OER situps... Spect glances at Harker for the first time realizing that he is here, being in shi own world so much he flashes a grin, "Harker! We still have to have that talk." Harker just glares at Spect for a bare moment before going back to stretching. Now, apparently, is not a good time. Later, after the Two Mile Run... Harker tosses his arm at Spect's hand to knock it away. He doesn't look up from the floor. Again, not a good time. Spect stands over a 'hands on his knees sucking air' Harker trying to make conversation, but not getting anywhere., "Is this not a good time?" he inquires.
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| Havaris | The Essence of Comedy is... |
Sun Feb 16 |
Havaris reclines behind the desk, doing his usual poke and scope of the Station's Security Grid. "So," he begins simply and without preamble, "do you want me to shut up about the OER's already, or can I do my little victory dance?" Cristobal arches a brow and says, "Only if I can throw rice on you while you dance." Havaris's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Lieutenant JG Medes to Lieutenant JG Havaris." Type '+answer' to answer the hail. "Computer: Replicate a cup of white rice, please. Uncooked." The replicator whirs, producing a cup of uncooked white rice, just as ordered. At which point Kusto eases up out of his seat, steps to the side of the desk, adjusts his uniform a bit, and enters promptly into a spinny-turny sort of dance complete with wiggling butt and pointy fingers up and down and all around. "I got a three-ee on my PEE-ARTY! I got a three-ee! They must promote me! And now it's Meeed-ees! She went and haaailed me! And so I answer--" Tapping his comm badge, Havaris says, "Hiya baaaa-bee!" From Havaris's comm badge, Medes says, "Hi! Hi! Hi! Guess what?" Cristobal says, "You're both far too cheerful"
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| Cristobal | Divine Comedy |
Mon Feb 17 |
. o O Cristobal thinks "Hmmph. I need to find someone to get drunk with." Randal arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind him. Randal has arrived. . o O Cristobal thinks "Lord, you have a sick sense of humor."
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| Rivers | Say what? |
Tue Feb 18 |
Golden says, "Yes certainly, well, unless another group shows up having reserved the holodeck which is unlikely. Don't forget your clothes Dana." Rivers shoots Golden one of those looks. "Aw hell, Dylan, I was gonna run naked through the station." She plucks at the hem of her shorts and watches him dissapear. "Damn."
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| Medes | What Goes Unsaid |
Tue Feb 18 |
As Cristobal drinks, he senses that the gap in the Bajoran's knowledge of ninjas, historical or cinematic, is one not likely to be overcome in one session of drinking. Not that there is a vast amount of information to be imparted, or that Kusto is incapable of retaining such, but there are several factors to take into account that make such an occurrence highly unlikely. Number one: Kusto probably doesn't really care all that much about ninjas, or any ninja-related topics like ancient Terran history, cinematic bastardizations of ancient Terran history, or mutating reptiles. Number two: Cristobal doesn't really care all that much either. It's just a workout program, and one more geared towards form than function. Number three: Cristobal is drinking. With Cristobal's sense of humor, his explanations will likely stray away from the nonfictional as the conversation progressed. So, to spare everyone the story about how ninjas drove the snakes from Ireland, or the story about how ninjas changed the course of the Eugenics wars, Cristobal avoids going into depth about ninjas. He nods to Thea and says, "Nope, it's as real as the rice-throwing." Responding to the last statement, he adds, "Well given your BPT, the punching-bag practice should be enough. Stun them, and then beat the snot out of them while they're not moving."
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| Randal | Friendly Greetings |
Wed Feb 19 |
Randal quirks a grin and replies, "Ambassador." Milara presently sets a Saurian Brandy before Randal, who promptly takes it in hand and has a drink from it. A little shrug of Medes's shoulders follows her answer, and her eyes slide over toward Randal when he sits down. The little Engineer nods her head once in Randal's direction, offering a murmured, "Hello." K'net-mauri smiles absently at Randal. "How are you, then?" Randal tosses Medes a grin and a "Hello," himself, before answering K'net. "I'm still alive." He smirks. K'net-mauri makes a wry face. "Obviously. But I imagine you will be murdered soon enough." He sips his water.
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| Medes | Nausicaan Fashion |
Thu Feb 20 |
Jiasha calls back, to her former mates, "I won't be but a second." And she better not be. She left her purse. In the cpmany of Zuh. Plopped it in his lap. It's pretty. And pink. Zuh'raah'do has no concept of female colors outside of the Nausicaan variety, so he just sits there, holding the pretty pink purse, conversing with Cristobal.
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| Takamura | Tasty Wormhole Aliens? |
Fri Feb 21 |
Sovar nods. "Precisely. I, in fact, have every respect for the wormhole aliens and all that they have done for Bajor. They have demonstrated nothing but benevolence. As for as choices for deities, they seem a more logical choice than others." He sips his tea. "As I am not a follower of the Bajoran faith, I believe it would be disrespectful for me to refer to them in the context of being my deities. Have I caused offence?" he asks. His expression hasn't changed throughout any of this. He asks if he caused offence in the same way another might ask you to pass the salt. <OOC> Tzannos queries, "Could you pass those damn wormhole aliens, please? The potatoes are a little bland."
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| Journey | The Deep end of the Pool |
Fri Feb 21 |
Nevaren watches in horror as The trained engineer and the vulcan can't even sink a single damned ball. Two men whose minds have been trained to various impressive degrees failing to knock small orbs into holes around the table. It's like watching dyslexic Pakleds performing Hamlet as a Water Balet.
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| Tyler | Casting long foreshadows |
Fri Feb 21 |
...On the bridge of the USS Aegis... Park shrugs and says, "I'll do my best to be. All I can do is try, but I want to score a 2 composite so I need to max out my PRT." Tyler smiles. "I have every faith in you, my love." She moves back to the captain's chair and sits down. "How does it look? Maybe one day I'll be able to sit here when she's not just in dock." Park looks thoughtful and says, "Very natural, actually. I think you'd do well as a ship's captain." Tyler grins. "I think I've got a ways to go, yet. Maybe one day, though." She rubs the arms of the chair and looks at the main viewer, then turns to regard Park. "I used to think I wasn't cut out for Starfleet. But... Being here on the station so long... I've kind of grown used to the idea that I'll be in it forever. Well, Timefleet, I guess, now." Park sits down, ironically, in the Counselors seat on the Command deck. "Just don't forget about the little people when you get there.", he says with a wink. Tyler swivels the seat to regard him. "There are no little people. Just my friends and loved ones. And those I'll never forget," she says quietly. "After all, they've helped me become the person I am today. And with any luck, they'll be proud of the person I become tomorrow."
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| Medes | Ew? |
Sun Feb 23 |
Nevaren just has to smile when Glemm shows up. It's contagious. Like Space Herpes.
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| Golden | Everyone's a critic |
Sun Feb 23 |
Havaris looks nothing short of apologetic in Edwards' general direction, motioning aside to the Officers that have cajoled him this far. "I'm. Really sorry. That said?" Kusto clears his throat, gesturing his cohorts in for a brief huddle. Each gets a whisper before he finds a chair and proceeds to step right up onto the Commander's table. If you're going to do something? Do it nice and theatrical. And, wow. View. People, too. Lots of. Taking in a breath, he chuffs out a sigh and... Well. Starts singing, actually. "When the night! Has come... And the land is dark. And the moon... is the only... light we'll see." He eyes Foster and Poole. They best be there for the backup. "No, I won't... Be afraid! Noooo-o-oh I won't... Be afraid! Just as long... as you stand... Stand by me!" He is, at this point, swaying a bit, gesturing down at Edwards indicatively. There is a gale of hearty laughter from some of the traders near the bar.
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| Magret | The Truth About Centauran Girls |
Tue Feb 25 |
Harker looks up quietly to watch the conversation on the comm, or at least Magret's end of it. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a glass containing some dregs of what might be judged to be whiskey. When the door starts to open, he looks there, and doesn't blink or run in fear when the dreaded Isole comes in. Of course, he doesn't say anything, either. This would be a prime location for an axe murder, you know. Really perfect. What, an ensign visiting here, officer? You're welcome to search the quarters, really. Go right ahead, come in, sit down. Oh no, those aren't bloodstains. Did I mention I have cleavage? Yes, they are, officer. Thank you, have a nice rotation!
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| Harker | Genesis Explained |
Wed Feb 26 |
The young ensign takes his drink and starts letting it flow on down his throat of his own accord, like a good little enabler. It's certainly faster than sipping, but he does stop to keep it at a reasonable pace, at least. "Thank Christ for alcohol," he mutters absently. "You could, too. Wasn't he the God that made alcohol? Like, hey god, we're out of booze, can you make us some? And blam, booze?" Magret, apparently, has been reading lately. She props herself up on one elbow, so as better to refrain from pouring alcohol into her hair. More like than not, she'll end up with some in her hair anyway, but it's worth a shot.
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| Havaris | I'll take Bitter Irony for $500 |
Wed Feb 26 |
Sovar sets his tea back down. "You seem quite adept at social interaction, Lieutenant Havaris. May I request your services in tutoring me in the art?" He calmly regards the Bajoran with no expression whatsoever. Havaris blinks at that request before outright /laughing/ at the thought. His hands find his stomach, and he just doubles over in full from the gut belly laughing.
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| Medes | If you're gonna be pirates... |
Wed Feb 26 |
... best to invoke the King of All Space Pirates, even if it /is/ from the Rival Space Opera: Havaris has since slipped into his gold and black Invictus jumpsuit, looking every inch the former Maquis agent or -- perhaps worse -- a DMZ profiteer. Scruffy and very nearly unkempt looking, he steps from the hold and into the cabin of the craft, leaning one hand on either chair, standing over the shoulders of Medes and Solnus. "We should be there soon. Have Solnus answer their hail, should we receive one incoming. Otherwise, be prepared to authenticate our flight using Lexington's codes. Let's hope they're worth the price we paid to get them." Kusto glances back into the hold, then once more out into the viewports, letting out a breath through his nose. Glancing up at Havaris as he stands over her shoulder, Medes adjusts her Invictus jumpsuit idly, nodding her head in response. She taps a couple of things on her console, and attempts to... fly casual.
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| Tyler | Captain, look at thi-YAAAAAAAH! |
Wed Feb 26 |
Tyler steps in. She looks... A little different. Instead of the usual blue undershirt and stripes on her uniform, she's swapped them out for the red of Command. In the old days of yore, it would almost mean certain death would be befalling her at any moment, but this is a more civilized age.
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| Turtledove | What a girl wants ;) |
Wed Feb 26 |
"Yes," Tyler says, then throws back the rest of her wine. She sets the empty glass down before her, then leans back again. "I think you two would... Well... Make a good couple?" she says. "He's very kind, and very sweet. Dashingly handsome." Turtledove just sort of pauses, eyeing Tyler, her expression tinged with cheerily cynical resignation. "He's a... scientist, right?" "Just like your friend Wendy," Tyler says. "There's nothing wrong with scientists, is there?" Turtledove laughs quietly and shakes her head. "No, no. Not at all. I've just... well, I've never 'dated' one before. He's not hopelessly academic, is he?" She pauses, her eyes gleaming somewhat wickedly. "I mean, 'Kind and sweet'?" She grins at her friend, her expression a semi-wince. "I'm usually more of a... 'Battle-hardened and good sense of humor' kind of girl."
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| Foster | Lust Space Pirates! Arr! |
Wed Feb 26 |
Cristobal says, "Sure thing Gwen baby," in response to the commands not to use ranks and act like pirates. Is that a hint of a grin on his face as he straps in? Haven checks her weapon. Yup, max stun, then secures it in a packet. Nasty. Lusty. Space. Pirates. Right. Lusty is right, if the woman on the comm was anything to go by. Off goes her combadge then she too straps herself into her seat, feet firmly on the floor. The Gwen baby thing brings a smirk to her lips and an elbow nudges into Cris' side. Smartass.
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| Medes | Vulcan Pimp?! |
Thu Feb 27 |
"Not yet, girls." he snaps, looking between the two of them. "Enterteinment does not come cheap, as you must know.." says Va'tol to the guards, giving them a reason *why* he's around, before they start getting suspicious. "I expect to be paid afterwards..Latinum, preferably...." he adds cooly, using this chance to come closer to them.
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