BBS 04-30-03 Quotes Of Infamy |
| Medes | Motivation! |
Tue Apr 01 |
"Oh Thea... You need a bath," Poole comments, nodding to herself. "Yes... a bath and some nice clean clothes. And maybe a pretty pink bow on your head. And some nail polish. Since, we're having this wonderful sleep over, we should play dress up." "I'm feeling much better now!"
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| Sovar | When Klingons Are Pointed Your Way |
Tue Apr 01 |
The nurse, shaking with fear when faced with a Klingon in protective mode does the only thing she can. And that, is to point to Takamura. "A.. ask him.." Takamura taps his comm badge, "Ensign Takamura to Lieutenant Havaris."
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| Medes | You know you see the Infirmary too |
Tue Apr 01 |
Park looks over the top of his PADD and smiles a bit. "Havaris Jiasha. I hope that you haven't caught this little bug as well.", he says with a touch of concern. Jiasha lets out a terrific sneeze, and then, af all things, says, "Nope. I wasn't ever sick." "No, Aaron, she's fine, all one and a little bit more of her. It's me that was the sick one, not that you should be surprised to see me in the Infirmary," notes Medes wryly, still petting Jiasha's hair. Park says, "No, Thea, I'm actually thinking of putting a name placard on this bed for you."
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| Sovar | Got Your Plak Tow Right Here, Baby |
Tue Apr 01 |
(This takes place after Sovar, delirious with the Romulan death flu, passes out on the Infirmary floor) Sovar's eyes flutter open. "I am on the floor," he announces gravely. "How did I get here?" "You just fell over..." Poole answers, nodding to the nurse. Working together they get him over to a biobed and lay him out on the slab there. "They'll be administering the treatment soon... you'll feel better soon, uh... Mr. Sovar, isn't it?" Sovar allows himself to be carried. "I am Sovar, yes." His eyes focus on Poole. "You are Lieutenant Poole." A pause. "Are you aware that you are quite physically pleasing, Lieutenant Poole?" he offers, as gravely and dispassionately as ever. His eyes don't appear to focus on her very well, though. "Ah. A bed." "You Vulcanoid types... Is sex all you ever think about?" Poole quips, though it's a cover for the blush on her face.
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| Cristobal | Aww...Wook at the kid & Kwingon |
Thu Apr 03 |
Cristobal taps his comm badge, "Lieutenant JG Cristobal to Churas." There is a momentary delay as subspace linkup is achieved. Over Cristobal's comm badge a voice answers, "Churas here." Into his comm badge, Cristobal says, "I just wanted to know when we were planning to depart?" From Cristobal's comm badge, Churas says, "I am not yet certain. I should speak with the Ambassador in order to ascertain this. I am... presently... holding one HavarisNua, so it may take me a moment." At least she's not going insane in her quarters. "No time has been given to us yet." Into his comm badge, Cristobal says, "I see." A short pause, "I'll bet you look /incredibly/ cute right now." From Cristobal's comm badge, Churas is so entirely not acknowledging that. "I will hail you when I have the time for departure, Nathan." Into his comm badge, Cristobal says, "Thank you. If anyone listening to this could take a holo-image and send it to me, I would really appreciate it." From Cristobal's comm badge, Churas's voice becomes rather sharp at that. "Q'pla, Nathan." Cristobal's comm badge ends its transmission.
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| Toralin | On the other side of the comlink.. |
Thu Apr 03 |
Into the communications terminal, Churas's voice becomes rather sharp at that. "Q'pla, Nathan." Toralin chuckles at Cristobal's comment. "My," he says to Churas, "this 'Nathan' does seem to be fond of you, Churas, daughter of Gr'laH. He sounds positively charming." "He is fond of me." Churas can acknowledge this much. "And he is impossible." Which, of course, means she likes him. Only is not saying so. Because she so DOES NOT OKAY. Right.
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| Lao | Voltron? -Voltron-?! |
Thu Apr 03 |
Wyman looks at the viewport as five robotic lions form into giant robot before streaking off into the stars. Unfortunately, you were both looking the other way and missed it. <OOC> Lao says "Voltron. I can't believe you made a Voltron reference, Wyman. I'm afraid we'll have to kill you." There is a gale of hearty laughter from some of the traders near the bar.
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| Caeli | Ba dum.... chhhhhh |
Sat Apr 05 |
Turtledove's smile widens slightly at Caeli's words of endorsement. She gives Donavon a quick wink, then she otherwise remains quiet through the comm-versation.
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| Medes | FEAR |
Mon Apr 07 |
Glemm stands up, puffs his chest out. The vision is really only scary if you're a cheeseburger.
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| Churas | Ah, Culture Clash |
Tue Apr 08 |
Gorgha refils his goblet from his bottle of bloodwine and looks between the two of you. "Now, what shall we talk about?" Cristobal arches an eyebrow. He offers, "We should talk about cheese." "Don't be disgusting, Nathan," Churas responds from across the room, picking up her mug and returning with it. She drops back into her chair and takes a large swallow of the drink. Gorgha says, "Yes, Cristobal. Clabbered herd animal's milk is hardly a fitting dinner table subject."
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| S'veralis | Travolta is a Vulcan? |
Wed Apr 09 |
<OOC> S'Terik flexes, "Yup, Vulcans are sooo the life of the party."%r<OOC> Sovar says "Just wait until the after-meeting disco...they'll get to see some pointy-eared groove then, baby!"%r<OOC> Gr'laH Takeis, "Oh /my/!"
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| Fortunae | Klingon Composure |
Fri Apr 11 |
The Task Force focuses on the words from Kahlanan -- but then... there is a distraction... ...a low feral growling distration... close... too close. Sulkat looks up into the face of a huge reddish beast with six legs, razor sharp claws on each paw... and a mouth full of keenly edged teeth open inches from his face, foul saliva dripping down to drop on the floor. From the shadows beyond the first three more of the beast slink into view, bodies coiled as if to spring... one of them lets lose a hunting howl and this is joined by all but the one closest to Sulkat... <OOC> Churas says "Oh, poop."
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| Avok | While we sit in the Daily Room... |
Fri Apr 11 |
(Said in while waiting for Forty and Churas to pose) You say, "The Dark Secrets episode... is that us?" K'net-mauri says, "Yes." You say, "What's gonna happen?" K'net-mauri says, "S'Terik's going to come out of the closet." Avok blinks. Are you serious? K'net-mauri says, "That's my guess, anyway." You say, "I knew he and Sovar were... an item... but he's gonna come clean?" K'net-mauri nods. He's gonna put on his pink frilly robes and do show-tunes.
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| Avok | More Daily Room Fun |
Fri Apr 11 |
(Choice snippet #1..) Klingon Starport : . o O Churas thinks "The Empire is more important than this fight. The Empire is more important than this fight. The Empire is more important than this fight. The Empire is more important than this fight..." Mirell says, "It is not." Avok grins. Klingon Starport : As he runs, Cristobal taps his combadge and says, "Cristobal to Al-Wazif. Engage autopilot. Launch immediately, and land one hundred meters to the north of my present location," that being the direction they happen to be running. "Best possible speed," he adds unnecessarily. Mirell says, "The default setting on Starfleet autopilots is apparently 'take your time'." Avok chuckles.
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| Caeli | To boldly go where no man should |
Fri Apr 11 |
Caeli tilts his head a little bit, surprised. "Loni? I wouldn't have figured her for your type at all. She tried to lay her problems out on you?" Lao rolls his eyes. "In detail. Her lover ran off. Her kid is sick. She's obsessed with her work. I mean, she came off all fun and games, and then BOOM! Quantum torpedo!" He grins. "Next thing I know, she's yelling at me...and then Glemm gets in on it, and drags me into the holosuite, because 'she and I need to talk.' About what? We went out on a date! One date!" He throws up his hands. Caeli holds up a hand. "Hold on, hold on. Glemm? What does he have to do with anything." A look of realization crosses his face. Then a look of revulsion. "Ohh.. Ohhhhh... OH! Ugh. Didn't you say you /weren't/ into short and furry? The obvious monogamy issues aside."
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| Medes | Timing is everything. |
Sat Apr 12 |
Poole scoots a bit closer to Medes, settling so her back is to the other woman. It's then that she finally closes her eyes and breathes a lot easier. Cuddle is good. And Nevaren doesn't ever need to know she slept on the upper floor of the Computer Core. Ahem. Isn't that right, Glemm? Nevaren steps into the core from the hallway. Nevaren has arrived.
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| Medes | Brain Crash |
Sat Apr 12 |
Nevaren tries to think of something to say. Really.. he does. But, unfortunately, a brain gasket was blown somewhere and his lexicon was garbled badly. Reed Alert, Reed Alert.. Abandon Shop. This is not a Daffodil... "I think.. I think I just need a drink." is all he can really say and he turns and heads straight back for the lift.
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| Medes | It's All About The Helmet |
Sun Apr 13 |
Into her comm badge, Poole says, "Lieutenant Medes is receiving medical attention for electrocution. O'Rielly and I are alright." From Poole's comm badge, Ghorev says, "I see. Ask the Doctors if they would be willing to weld a certain helmet to her head."
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| Harris | On the flip side! |
Sun Apr 13 |
Into his comm badge, Ghorev says, "I see. Ask the Doctors if they would be willing to weld a certain helmet to her head." From Ghorev's comm badge, Poole says, "Understood, sir. *there's a pause, then a different, louder voice* WHAT?!" Javits shoots an odd look in Ghorev's direction. Harris does his best 'I'm not listening to this' routine as he stares at his console... because there are 15 particles of space dust per cubic meter, and a class II comet out there... and by george, that's fascinating!
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| Starfleet | A reminder |
Sun Apr 13 |
Folks, this board is for IC quotes of Infamy. It really shouldn't be used for OOC quotes. Sitting around OOCly being a smartass so you can get your 15 minutes of fame on the QoI board will not win you my friendship. Either cease and desist, or I will issue strikes. Thanks. Starfleet
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| Medes | The Dignity of Rank |
Thu Apr 17 |
Golden lifts his voice and folds his arms to his side like wings. "Dunna nunna nunna nuh," he begins. "Dunna nunna nunna nuh," he flaps his "wings". Yes, it is the chicken dance song.
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| Churas | When a Roll Says A Thousand Words |
Fri Apr 18 |
<CONTEST> Churas contests her Primitive Weaponry (Table) skill vs Cristobal's Dodge skill and Dramatically Succeeds!
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| Medes | You know you're in trouble when... |
Fri Apr 18 |
In the silence that follows the Vedek's exit, Medes murmurs, in a voice that's very quiet and nonplussed, while she still watches the door. "The man charged with our spiritual guidance gets lost in a circular station." Blink.
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| Churas | Culture Clash |
Tue Apr 22 |
At your table, Churas adds, "I suppose I am confused by the idea of a party at which there is no acceptable circumstance, /ever,/ for a fight to break out."
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| Churas | -MEN.- |
Tue Apr 22 |
Lux says, "Being sensitive and being a mind reader are two different things. Any Betazoid'll tell you that. Have you asked her about it?" Nevaren blinks. "Asked? I need to ask about things?" Lux says, "I've heard a rumor to that effect, yes." Nevaren sighs and looks into his drink. "This is goping to be harder then I thought."
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| Poole | FIIIIIISSSSSHHHH? |
Tue Apr 22 |
Kor gyrates his antenna a bit as they proceed. "You know, for a Counselor's office that place was not a very comforting environment. It was like... being assaulted by a perfumery in hell. That whole wall, dominated by fish with their nasty little scales and eyes. I suppose it encourages people to solve their own problems rather than risking going there."
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| Churas | Lt. Suave |
Tue Apr 22 |
Golden turns as the Ambassador leaves to set deals in motion, and he is pleasantly met with the arrival of Ali and her murmuring. His typically cool or at least warmly confident demeanor is torpedoed immediately though as a warm flush rises up his throat to the tips of his ears and his breath comes a little shorter and his pulse opts for the elevation package and his eyes vote for dialation and oh yeah, she's talking and he should say something -- witty would be good --"Uhh...hey -- lo, er Hello. I mean, hey that is what -- thanks." -- oh yeah, so smooth. Sip the coffee, rally for remuster.
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| Churas | Truisms |
Tue Apr 22 |
"I will not stand between a person and their duties. Whatever they may be." Gr'laH offers that towards Churas, as much of a concession as he's willing to offer at the moment. When Churas greets one of the pair nearby by name, he turns to inspect them more closely. Cerene, more than Golden. He sees quite a bit of the officer in chambers, after all. He offers a faint ... sort of grin. As polite an expression as he has. And then he turns to face forward again. "I miss Klingon drinking establishment. Where you drink and fight and drink some more. This place seems to exist for the express purpose of finding a mate."
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| Vor'mak | Emitter appropriateness |
Wed Apr 23 |
At Donavon's intercession into something so uniquely Klingon as a wooing serenade and the resultant insults, howling, and chest beating of the concerned party and her family, all notion of it having started promptly ceases. Gr'laH rises from his chair in a ponderously slow fashion, Vor'mak turns about and lowers his guitar, and Churas likewise turns on her stool to stare at the intruding party. Loud Klingons? Par for the course. Silent Klingons in a group staring at a single personage? Not so good. It is, however, Gr'laH that breaks the silence. "Fetch Security, /Ensign/. I should like to speak with them about cultural sensitivity and the racist tendencies prevalent amongst your crew. Prior to gutting them, bathing in their intestines, and feasting on their still beating hearts. But what I like, and what I do, they are two very different things." A flash of yellowed and chipped teeth. "Lucky you." 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.
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| Takamura | The Price of Alcohol |
Wed Apr 23 |
Malloy enters the Zone, then comes to a rather abrupt stop. Not quite diving for cover, the torpedo-releasing, pardon, the muse kissed Klingon nevertheless gets his attention. Quite a lot of it. Closing his eyes for a breath or two, he shakes his head, the 'why me?' expression on his face clearly readable. Getting a grip back on himself, he takes a deep, steadying breath...then apparently decides that whatever he will order here will be worth the ultimate sacrifice: Enduring Klingon Minstrels.
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| Cristobal | The Evil Eye |
Wed Apr 23 |
Once the moment passes, Churas growls low in her throat as the song begins anew. "/VOR'MAK,/" she bellows, turning on her stool to face the serenader once more. "ENOUGH." She leans both of her elbows on the bar and stares at him for a long moment. "You have insulted my birth and my House more deeply than I can say, and now you try to continue to /court/ me? I knew you were a ridiculous piece of work, but this... this is too much. It is /enough./ Be done with it." And if, during that little speech, her eyes might catch one or two incoming Starfleeters, and linger on one of them? Surely that's just a coincidence. Several Starfleet Ensigns make their way out, heading back on duty.
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| Medes | *ahem* |
Wed Apr 23 |
Malloy tilts his head slightly to the left, eyeing Havaris from behind with a curious expression on his face. He looks like he's waiting for 'Raise shields, phasers with even numbers target the flagship, phasers with odd numbers at standby, fire at will the torpedoes at the convoy ships.' It *is* Havaris after all. <OOC> Havaris says "How well he knows me. :)"
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| Churas | *snf* |
Thu Apr 24 |
Gr'laH exists, for the moment, in the moment. Yesterday is done. Tomorrow may yet come. But for one night, Gr'laH has everything he's ever needed and ever wanted again. For one night, his wife walks the hall of Martok's ship. Ducking in and out of the crowds, playing cat and mouse with the old grumbler. She's here, in the way he tells her story, in the way he embraces his daughter, in the way he laughs at her old jokes and revels -- really revels -- in the tale of her demise. As though she were right there to laugh along with him. All of those many sacrifices; a fleet of vessels and the crews that manned them, an arm and an eye, a wife, two brothers and a sister, a father and a mother are justified by standing among the living and speaking of the dead. Surrounded by people of honor, and courage, and strength. Warriors who laugh as quickly as they leer, who sing as sure as they slaughter, who act only when their conscience permits, and for what causes their hearts dictate. For just one night, Gr'laH remembers being young, full of life, brimming with hope for the future, strong and healthy and fearing nothing. For just one night, Gr'laH gets to be a Klingon again. And at the end of it all, he's left snoring in his chair with a rather content look on his face. And rather than wake him and stagger home, maybe? Maybe they should let him sleep and be with his wife. He spent the whole night chasing her, after all.
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| Churas | As if on cue... |
Thu Apr 24 |
Gr'laH stalks into the holodeck, his Dk'tagh in the safekeeping of the proprietess, no doubt. His Ambassadorial Sash has been removed in favor of his old and dented armor. If you're going to fight, fight. And so Gr'laH stops short and eye(s) the proceedings with interest. His single hand clenches and unclenches before he calls out to the room in general, "Who would face the son of Go'laH!" Poole steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory. Poole has arrived.
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| Churas | No Oscar For You. |
Thu Apr 24 |
...not only does he "die" but he dies badly... perhaps it's the resigned expression on Golden's face as he's hit or his attempt not laugh as he falls to the floor and flops saying, "So.. cold...so...cold....ugggg."
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| Foster | Oh, the Horror! |
Fri Apr 25 |
Well. It was a good /start/. Somewhere after that first jab, Havaris covers his eyes with his hands, though he can't help but peak through his fingers and wince as the simulated opponent wreaks holographic hell on his officer. Once the hologram returns to upright, Havaris clears his throat and notes with defiant optomism, "Well. I think we've found an area for focus!"
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| Tyler | Beware the goat |
Sat Apr 26 |
Cristobal murmurs, "Stay clear of the goat, Pete," to the Ensign at his table. Lao's expression freezes, and then rises, murmuring, "Excuse me," to the table and flashing a truly horrified expression at Cristobal. He marches to the podium...but he steers conspicuously clear of said goat.
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| Ha'nuQ | Fear The Stump. |
Sat Apr 26 |
Gr'laH watches the trajectory of Churas and the inevitable collision between his relatives with a look of amusement. Now that's some good stuff, right there. The old Klingon moves a touch closer to Cristobal and gives him a nudge with his stump. "If my nephew takes exception to your courtship, I could teach you a few of my Mok'bara secrets." He straightens up before noting with a gesture of his crippled limb, "Of course, the Stump of Death is a trick that requires some sacrifices to master. You cannot, however, argue with the results."
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| Churas | Heck of a big bar... |
Sun Apr 27 |
The bar(#1) has 9 empty places. Present is: Starfleet.
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| Takamura | Be Careful What You Order |
Mon Apr 28 |
Golden heads for the coffee counter, waving and arm toward Takamura and Cerene as he navigates his course. Once there he orders a 24oz, 5 shot, almond rocha mocha, skinny, whipped cream yes, and a biscotti. Ha'nuQ listens to Golden's order in full, paying careful attention. He pushes away his empty raktajino, and says, "I shall have what that man just ordered, barkeep." Nevaren raises an eyebrow. "He just ordered one of this frilly 'alien beverages you said you didn't wantr.. and a stale cookie."
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| Claness | Finesse, Andorian style! |
Mon Apr 28 |
Ghorev murmurs, idly, "It's the stomping. It's all in the stomping."
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