BBS 05-27-03 Quotes Of Infamy |
| 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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| Cerene | Green-Blooded Gangstas |
Thu May 01 |
Semok nods to them both and flashes the traditional Vulcan gang si...err...salute. "Peace and long life to you both." He turns about and leaves the infirmary.
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| S'veralis | Isole Practices the Mommy looks. |
Fri May 02 |
"You didn't have to keep the hold," Isole notes simply before turning her light chiding on S'veralis, "and you could have tapped out. I didn't keep fighting after you beat the stuffing out of me, did I?" Isole folds up her arms, glancing between both of them with that faintly disapproving maternal frown. "Yes yes. And if you'd had a knife, he'd have phasered you. And if he'd had his phaser out, you'd have dropped a D'deridex on his head. You go to the infirmary now. And you, Hiroshi." Isole slides her gaze his way, "You are a naughty, naughty boy. Let's all go, now."
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| Churas | Definitely /not/ seeing this spat. |
Sat May 03 |
Wow, plants are really quite interesting. To Anu. Right now. Politely as ever, she wipes off a leaf with the back of her hand, puts it back in place. Tidying up, um, nature. Idly, she checks her PADD in case, say, Darax has messaged her about anything. Or the Educational Center. Or one of the children. Or anyone in the Federation, really, but it seems she has received no messages. There is an almost invisible speck of something on the screen, though, so she carefully wipes that with the edge of her sleeve.
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| Anu | AWWWW. |
Sun May 04 |
Gr'laH straightens up and glances back towards the newest Klingon arrival, offering the younger fellow a brief nod of the head. "Ha'nuQ, my boy. Q'pla. That is Miss Anu Darax. The little one is Iliara, my daughter. And all of the others, they are variously named and likely of little importance to you in the short term." Gr'laH moves to the door of the lobby and stoops to push it open, moving into the center more generally. "Iliara!" Gr'laH makes her name sound a lot like 'Who's a good girl and full of happy snuggle time fun?! Who's a good girl!?' But that would be undignified. Even for Iliara. Still. He makes his way closer to the pair, grinning like a regular bandit.
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| Anu | Better than the Orkin man. |
Sun May 04 |
It isn't long before Gr'laH is on his hand and knee, crawling awkwardly after the cricket which he never quite catches. Which is the point. He's herding it, more than anything, in the direction of the play area so the children can catch it instead. Because then they can do something the enormous Klingon and adult cannot. And little victories are the best kinds, of course. Eventually, one of the children comes up with it to the delight of just about everyone. A fact that causes Gr'laH to throw up his arm and stump in a wail of defeat. And then he plucks up the child that succeeded in the catch, carrying the boy back towards Anu, cricket and all. "Success, Miss Anu," he says to her while obligingly ignoring her pronoun troubles, "I caught the cricket." The boy argues, "No, I did!" Gr'laH continues seamlessly, "He was hiding in this boy's hands."
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| Churas | Diplomacy, Security Style |
Mon May 05 |
Cristobal sips at his juice. Topic. He's been on diplomatic missions before. He mostly shot at people on them, but he still should be able to come up with something to say. After a long pause, he shrugs, and punches Churas in the arm again.
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| Havaris | 101 Ways to End a Conversation |
Mon May 05 |
Method #72: Alarcon sips her own tea, quietly, not really shifting position much, no longer really contributing much. When you finish, subject effectively changed, she nods mutely at first, drinks some more tea. "Thank you. Much appreciated." Setting her tea aside, she reaches for her nearby PADD so she can make a couple of notes. "Just a moment, want to make sure I remember that, particularly if I end up compiling a larger list. It could prove to be a great help, indeed." Cue... awkward silence! The cat shifts, an ear twitches. It offers no real respite from the heavy quiet, going immediately back to sleep. Havaris does awkward silence really well. He's a veteran at it. And throughout that silence, he shifts in his seat and waits as patiently as he can for her to make her notations on her PADD. Also, he turns his wedding ring. Alarcon makes her notations. Sets her PADD aside. Clasps her hands around her knees. Unclasps them to pick up her tea. Looks somewhat morosely down into it. Looks at the cat. "Well." Another thing that Kusto does rather well is recover an awkward situation by being utterly endearing. It's just that, usually, he's around Poole or Medes at the time. As the silence continues, broken only by a 'Well', Havaris squints a bit and glances aside at Alarcon. Hmm. His gaze travels to the viewports, and then he points in that direction quickly. "Look, a distraction!" And if/when she chances to look in that direction, Kusto hops from his seat and rushes for the exit in a comic long-stride.
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| Churas | Specializations? |
Tue May 06 |
"That is Ha'nuQ of House Ha'Qur. My Nephew. Gharas' Sister's youngest boy." Gr'laH nods towards the other Klingon and raises his voice a bit to call across to him, "Ha'nuQ! Come meet Ambassador Avok!" Gr'laH nudges Avok with his stump before adding, "He resigned from the IKDF recently. He is an accomplished Warrior. A match, it may be said, for Churas." Gr'laH then steps away a bit, having made introductions by association. This brings him close to Anu, so that he can talk to Anu and Churas can go greet Jiasha. Planetary Tactics (Dinner Party). Three XP well spent. "Good evening, Miss Anu. You look exceptionally maternal at present." Hey. It's a compliment.
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| Glemm | Glemm an X-Man? |
Wed May 07 |
Glemm barges from the 'Zone, and gives Miguel a very nasty look. Miguel nods his head slowly and opens his mouth. Sadly, anything that was going to be immediately said is suddenly wiped away by the barrelling, nasty appearance of the Wolverine of Tellarites.
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| Starfleet | Hope in Hopelessness |
Thu May 08 |
On Malloy's recent Orb Vision (or, more appropriately, the lack thereof): . o O Malloy thinks "Now...why am I not surprised? Let's face it...this is an Orb of Visions. About one's future. Considering the nature of 'RRT' on here...who would expect either of us getting any 'vision' of 'our' future anyway? If that thing is sentient...it's likely we gave it a headache. And? That is a good thing. I don't know....a vision of a bad future outcome even might have had an adverse effect on us. This way? We know that nothing's decided yet and *we* still stand a chance. Too bad for the opposite." Starfleet
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| Churas | Caught! |
Fri May 09 |
Golden takes the baby carrier very carefully and says softly to the sleeping Nelle, "I guess this means no more rooting for Vor'mak, yes it does, yes it does and...uh..." realizing he is in public he just watches the fights at that point.
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| Anu | Mmm. Barbarism. And airlocks! |
Fri May 09 |
"Good," says Darax in a manner that probably doesn't anywhere near fit him. He's not exactly the 'Fight Night' sort. He's a desk jockey. But with the mood that he is in, he'd probably be happy about being sucked out of an airlock. "Hello, Isole. You look very good tonight." His eyes shift over towards Jiasha, but he doesn't offer anything more than a very friendly nod. "Shall we, then?" It is just a matter of leading his wife into the barbarism now.
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| Cerene | Adding Injury to Insult |
Fri May 09 |
Cerene's legs get tangled up in Randal's, which sends her crashing down on top of him. She immediately responds by attempting another palm strike, this one directly at her opponent's nose. Randal manages to bring an arm around in time to catch and redirect the strike. And he grins irascibly. "Getting a little close, are we? I thought you were spoken for," He jibes rapidly, unable to repress the whole swashbuckling image he has going. He grabs for her shoulders and applies torque, attempting to wrench her off to the side and slam her into the ground beside him. Cerene throws her own weight into the roll, and keeps her grip on his shoulders, so that when it's all said and done, she's still on top of him. And this time, her eyes are narrowed. "I am. Quite." And she leans into an elbow drop aimed directly at his sternum. <CONTEST> Cerene (claiming advantage) contests her Unarmed Combat (Mok'bara) skill vs Randal's Unarmed Combat (Aikido) skill and Dramatically Succeeds! There's a rather unpleasant noise made by Randal's sternum in protest to Cerene's fierce and very well-placed elbow strike. His eyes open rather wide, and then close tightly as he winces in pain. With his mouth open like that, he might have screamed, except for the fact that he seems to have lost all ability to regulate his breathing at the moment. Yeah... he's probably done fighting. Cerene's eyes stay narrowed as she stares down at Randal for a moment, before she stands, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. She raises her voice loud enough to activate the comm system. "Legate Cerene to the Infirmary." "Yes?" "I believe Mr. Thorne may need some medical attention in Holodeck One." "We're on our way." The transmission ends, and the smirk becomes a sweet smile. Almost overly so. "*Quite* taken, Mr. Thorne."
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| Churas | Unintentional Truisms? |
Fri May 09 |
Cristobal also calls "Q'pla!" to the departing Gwah. He glances over at Churas-tree behind which the Tinyzoid hides. He sits down on a bench and shoots Churas a quick 'well?' look. He suggests, "Chooas, aren't you going to introduce me to your sister?" He looks at Iliara and says, "I'm Nathan. I'm a human. We're like Betazoids only our brains don't work."
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| Atlin | Flee, quickly! |
Sat May 10 |
Nevaren wonders if he should have a floor cleaning maintainence crew on standby. Several Starfleet Ensigns make their way out, heading back on duty.
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| Caeli | Tact? What? |
Sun May 11 |
Caeli nods. "Gwen already read him the riot act. I'll pass the message along." Now, though, the business is left aside - as he pointed out, he's not in uniform and is here to enjoy himself. He swivels again, his attention completely bypassing the engineer to follow the conversation between the two Andorians, oddly enough /not/ just interrupting as he usually does, but waiting for a chance to interject an introduction. Alcohol must make him more soft-spoken. Lao shrugs, and turns to Atlin. He extends a hand, and a grin. "Hi. Pete Lao, nice to meetcha."
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| Medes | Hard at Work |
Sun May 11 |
And down in sickbay, the medical staff is hard at work. "Got any threes?" asks the nurse's aid. Sharei shakes his head. "Go fish." At that moment, the computer chirps. "The Thomas Paine has arrived at Fimdari." Dax gets to his feet. "That's our cue, folks. Let's look alive. Get ready to receive hypothermia patients." And with that, the Betazoid starts to pack the Bag of Nursely Goodness.
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| Medes | His phaser, right? |
Sun May 11 |
Trudging along through the snow, Vimes places one hand on the rope in front of him, and the other under his parka, making sure to keep a firm grip on ten inches of the Federation's finest.
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| Shaft | The Plucky Engineer |
Sun May 11 |
Javits lands in a heap with the rest of the team, the breath getting forcibly knocked out of him with a painful grunt. He lays there for the moment, catching his breath, then proceeds to check himself by carefully moving each limb. Responding to Park from his prone position, he raises his fist, thumb out.
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| Turtledove | Operation Cake Walk? |
Mon May 12 |
Golden as the timer dings... hurries to take them out... "Ow! Ouch hot hot damn... we need those oven thingees you use to take the food out, they look like gloves..." He searches for oven mitts, leaving the door closed, allowing the cake to get crispier than intended. "Aha! Okay now we open the door... wuff... like Vulcan... okay.. take them out and set them down..." *clatter* "Oh wait, isn't there something about cakes dropping...uh oh... well we can put more frosting there to fill in that collapsed part..." Turtledove looks up from the terminal, watching with quiet and curious amusement, but she's in no position to be helpful it seems. She walks over to the cakes, eyeing them as one might eye a freak on a leash. "The information has been uploaded. This." She indicates the cakes. "On the other hand. Doesn't look good." She pokes a corner of one cake. It falls. Her eyebrow perks. "Oh well, at least it's... a bit /less/ lop-sided now." She glances at Golden, grinning quietly. Her eyes are still a bit dark, of course. "It probably doesn't matter now, anyway. The anniversary celebration is... post-poned in any case." Golden says, "Do you think she would know if we cheated and tried to replicate replacements? Where is the ice... won't that make the cake soggy? Shouldn't we use frosting or something instead?" Turtledove waves a hand over the cake, wafting the chocolate smell up to her nose. "Frosting? Wouldn't that make it hard? And... cold?" Clearly, this is a problem of dialect. "We could replicate replacements, sure, but first we should perhaps ask ourselves. Why were these cakes brought into being? Was the act of baking the cake sufficient? Was this just an end to a means? And if so, shouldn't we take responsibility for ourselves? And finally, I offer." She adopts a decidedly Klingon expression. "There is little honor in taking credit for a replicated cake." Golden says, "Well, you need to ask yourself... is there honor in giving mushy overcooked frozen hard cakes to her when we could give her perfect bountiful cakes and say we tried and failed and replicated because we can't bake?" Stewart steps in from the corridor, eyebrow raised at the snippets of conversation he's caught thus far. "What is this about cake?" He then spots the cake, or pretender to the status of cake, anyway. "What exactly is that thing? I've seen cake, and that isn't cake." Golden says, "It's supposed to be cake. We are still figuring out how icing it makes it better... still, they looked pretty "iced" to me as in, I went and "iced" those Jem'Hadar." Turtledove chuckles. "Okay, okay. Let's replicate, already."
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| Churas | Humor. |
Mon May 12 |
Jiasha says, "I have a small problem. I need someone with a cool head to talk it out with. Naturally I thought of my closest Kingon."
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| Spect | Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow |
Tue May 13 |
Medes rubs a hand over her right bicep at various comments, and she blows out a breath. "Right, well. Nolte, you're going to have to help me get some materials together, here, and we'll see what we can come up with. I'd give my hair for a proper engineering kit right now." Sharei blinks at that, then snickers. "I wonder what kind of engineering kit you could get for a day's worth of stubble?" he asks, rhetorically. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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| Sharei | Hannibal Lecter, Eat Yer Heart Out |
Tue May 13 |
Nolte begins to dismember one of the tents with a satisfied look. Rar.
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| Caeli | And the generic ensigns looked awa |
Tue May 13 |
On the bridge of the Thomas Paine... Caeli leans back in the seat, somewhat. "We're all here to do our jobs, Loni, but that doesn't mean when the uniforms come off we can't have a little fun." He pauses, and realizes the error in his last sentence. "Er... and when casual clothes go on. You know what I mean." Haven laughs as she falls back into her chair. "But there is so much more fun to be had out of ones clothes." She winks at Zip then turns her gaze to the viewport before adding, "I'm just not wired for be someone's one night stand."
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| Medes | Object Lessons |
Tue May 13 |
As Medes lies broken and bleeding at the bottom of a ravine... Javits shakes his head, "Doctor Park took a calculated risk and succeeded. By continuing he's already breaking regulations." Pointing to Medes, he continues, "This is what happens when one fails in taking a calculated risk. I would prefer not to have you lying beside her. See if you can contact the Doctor via compin."
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| Medes | Can you dig it? |
Wed May 14 |
Nolte is, of all things, in the under-tank top to her uniform. Finding it downright balmy in here, now. She has gone to the trouble of putting her hair into a ponytail, so as not to block the signal with the awesome power of her fro.
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| Medes | Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
Wed May 14 |
Park smiles at Poole, looking tired but definately in good spirits. "Thankfully, our status is warming up quite nicely.", he says with a chuckle. "Right now we're in the shuttle and have been ordered to remain here until your arrival. Ensign Spect suffered compound fractures in both legs, a skull fracture and a severe concussion." His eyes dart to Kusto and he adds, "Thea is conscious, but she also has a concussion on top of what I told you, Kusto." Gaze moving back to Poole. "They'll both make a full recovery." Havaris mutters something about a helmet with a shake of his head. He's amused. Just darkly so.
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| Atlin | Cultural Sensitivity |
Wed May 14 |
Ignorance is bliss, so they say. Back when Harris entered Starfleet, the definition of cultural sensitivity was 'restraining yourself from blasting the <insert alien race here>s with your phaser'. As a result, he doesn't know too much about kochek... and he decides to eavesdrop as he looks away to the stars beyond.
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| Ha'nuQ | Cultural Vernacular Explored. |
Thu May 15 |
Churas's communications terminal chirrups, and a voice says, "Lieutenant JG Cristobal to Churas." Initializing the communications terminal, Churas says, "What." From Crew Quarters 1512's communications terminal, Cristobal says, "Hi. I just got off shift, and wondered if you felt like getting a bite?" "I--" Gr'laH pauses as Nathan's voice comes over his comm unit. The peculiar phrasing of the request is not lost on him. He frowns. He then rises from his seat. He then ambles to his own wall terminal and interrupts the conversation wholly. Because this is his home. And he can. Into the communications terminal, Gr'laH says, "I do. Where would you like to get this bite, Nathan." Gr'laH glances back over his shoulder at Ha'nuQ. And snickers.
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| Ha'nuQ | Klingon Pun-ishment. |
Thu May 15 |
Into the communications terminal, Ha'nuQ's familiar voice rumbles over the comm. "That sounds excellent to the -three- of us, Nat'han. Hiroshi informed me of a human delicacy known as 'long pig.' I am told it is -quite- delicious." Into the communications terminal, Gr'laH says, "A bit gamey, in my experience." Oh, they're having fun with this. "I have not acquired much of a taste for it. But it, apparently, grows on you." From Crew Quarters 1512's communications terminal, Cristobal pauses for rather a long time before saying. "I might skip that particular delicacy, if it's all the same. Not that I'm not a fan of the long pork, but I'm in more of a fowl mood, as it were." C'mon, outpun Cristobal? Into the communications terminal, Ha'nuQ says, "You prefer a short porking, then, Nat'han? Did I say that right? My grammar is so stilted in this language." From Crew Quarters 1512's communications terminal, Cristobal says, "The grammar's ok, but since I used a double negative, your retort conflicted with the information I provided in mine. Don't worry about it. We'll beef up your vocabulary." Into the communications terminal, Ha'nuQ rumbles, "I am but a hapless vegetable it seems. But so was my father. It seems the fruit does not fall far from the tree, as you humans say." Into the communications terminal, Gr'laH says, "Your poultry retort, Cristobal, plucky though it was, only beaks the surface of the matter. Do not egg me on in this matter. I will give you such a ribbing, boy, that your loins will shank with fear. You have much at steak." Into the communications terminal, Gr'laH says, "Food for thought. Which isn't to say it wasn't... well done. It's simply to say... my skills? Are rare."
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| Atlin | It Becomes Reflex. |
Thu May 15 |
The twenty-something woman tilts her head to the side, and offers, "I'm Atlin. Ghorev. Yes, he's my older brother." Jiasha smiles, and gives a long bow of the head. "Havaris Jiasha. And yes, he's my older brother."
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| Medes | On Second Thought... |
Thu May 15 |
Coming into sickbay with Javits helping him, Vimes is doing a one-legged shuffle while keeping his injured knee from bearing any weight on it. Four days without a shower, shave or decent cup of coffee. A few dried blood stains are on the arms and shoulders of his uniform, after that first fall, tethered to the whole away team, that took them into that ravine. Gritting his teeth, but giving Caeli as much of a grin as he can, he nods, "I should be alright, sir. Thank-you, sir. May I have another?" and chuckles, "Actually, sir, could I have the weekend off?"
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| Poole | Proper Use of Subtext |
Fri May 16 |
Into her comm badge, Medes sounds tired, now, but at least she's not crying. "I'm down in Engineering, now. Just so you know. Commander Poole has me working on the Paine's engines." From Medes's comm badge, Havaris is silent for a long moment, trying to decide how best to respond. "Understood, Lieutenant. We've burned through most of our coolant slush getting here. We hit top warp and then some. The ADF on the ground will be sending us a maintenace vessel to replace our coolant in roughly fourteen minutes. If you could handle those supplies, I would be grateful. Oh. And the engines were tweaked to make 9.235. That's too much power for those Engines. So pare back the power intake and recharge our main batteries while you're at it." Here, honey. Don't think for the next ten hours. Into her comm badge, Medes breathes out a long sigh. He knows her so well. "Yes, sir. Understood." I love you, too. From Medes's comm badge, Havaris pauses before stating simply, "Get to it, then, Lieutenant. I have a deadline to make. Bridge out." You better.
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| S'veralis | Romulan Flirting is Dangerous! |
Fri May 16 |
The weapon once again pierces Cristobal's defenses. At the back of his mind, the nagging thought that he'd have lost twice as much blood as he actually has were this real persists. It gets shouted down by the voice pointing out that were this real, he'd probably have a phaser. He shrugs and grunts as her two blades appear to enter his skin. Looking down at S'veralis' back, he gets a mildly kooky idea. He reaches forward and wraps his around S'veralis's midsection. He bends his knees and pulls back and up, pulling the smaller Romulan's feet off the ground and straightening until she is upside-down, perpendicular to the ground. ...the world shifts again as the roll unexpectedly continues. Feeling the humans hands rapped around Lis's midescin as her back is pressed to his chest, "Rather intimate...lets add to it." she comments dryly as she suddenly bender her legs and wraps tehm around Cristobals head... Elements. That's a little forward. K'net-mauri's expression is wry. Hey. HEY! HEY! Churas is apparently /not/ amused by the turn the fight's movements are taking. A low growl rolls out of her throat when the Romulan's legs wrap around Cristobal's head. HEY!
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| Haven | Tellarite BeastMaster? |
Fri May 16 |
It takes a good two or three minutes before Loni gains enough control over herself to get out, "I... I just.. got.. an image.... of you" She's forced to stop as she's over come with the giggles again. After another few minutes, she grabs the edge of the table and drags in deep breathes of air to try and still her laughter. Finally in control, she tries again. "I just got an image of you bouncing along on the back of a horse!" Glemm laughs at this himself, a deep hearty laugh. "Poor animal! Meybe yew can 'ride tha 'orse, I'll ride summat much larga, eh?" He shakes his head as he continues to laugh at the vision, a poor animal indeed. This, of course, just sets Loni off again. "But" she tries to get out, "these are.... are.. really.. *BIG* horses!" Haven stops laughing but it's only because she can't breath. She sits there for a minute, catching her breath then says, "Glemm.. *I* ride a big horse! Glemm looks slightly confused, but continues to smile, "Whaa like tha size o' a runabout? Yer right, thaa isa big 'orse." Haven blinks at you two or three times before shaking her head. "No.. I'm just saying that you're not too big to ride these horses." Glemm sighs heavily with relief, the smile looking more at place on his round face. "Oh in thaa case, then bring 'em on, eh? Ain' no beast I can't tame, eh?" He puffs out his chest in mock heroism. The Tellarite Beastmaster.
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| Jameson | How is the Espresso? |
Fri May 16 |
Jameson laughs. "Go ahead, I'll play taste tester. And normally, starbase coffee does...well...it sucks. But it's good here." He grins then, turning on his most charming face, "TRUST me." Peering across at him for a long moment after that addition, Risa teases in a quiet tone of voice, "Oh, now I -know- you need to taste test it. I'll be watching to be sure you swallow, too." She nods sternly, then makes her way to the espresso machine, casting baleful looks in his direction as she fills up two cups. His is slid across the table to him first, as she watches on. Like. A. Hawk. Jameson takes the coffee into his hand and stares at it suspisciously, really playing the whole thing up. Then he takes a drink of it and sits it down. He smiles, "See, I'm fine." Then he falls forward like he's unconscious to the counter top. Risa half-laughs, then sobers up and clucks her tongue sadly. Just loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to cause a panic in anyone nearby, she says, "Oh... emergency. Ensign Jameson's had another espresso emergency. Quick, get a biobed in here, STAT!" She then leans forward to add in a whisper, "Do I get your quarters when you kick off?" Now -that's- comraderie.
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| Albertz | Just as long as it isn't in a bibl |
Fri May 16 |
Malloy nods slowly. "Yeah, she sent me a letter telling me she'd be with her family. Which is...good for her I guess." My, someone sounds happy. Not. With a frown, he spreads his right hand, the gloved one, slowly, then moves it over Medes' leg. The back of the glove suddenly starts displaying something he looks at, moving the hand up and down, the display on the back of the hand changing. What's that, a scan-glove? Tinker-toy? "I swear, we should put you in armour and give you a shield to boot, Lieutenant. You'll have problems with that one for a while. How's the pain?" He's currently treating Medes at #3, the Medes-Memorial-Bed, while Albertz is doing Risa in a medical way at number four.
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| Medes | Departmental Bonding |
Fri May 16 |
Javits nods emphatically as he continues to observe the FME in action, "Oh, definitely. I'm glad to finally be able to see it in use." Looking up to Medes, he flashes a mischievous smirk, "Well, I doubt you'll snore any worse than back in the ravine, Thea." Quickly turning back to Malloy and taking a careful step back out of Medes reach, he asks, "By the way, how's the fit?" Snort. Medes rolls her eyes and looks for something to throw at Javits. Oh! How about a biobed pillow? *fling* "I don't think Kusto will mind much if I snore. Given that I apparently already do. At least I don't mumble in my sleep." She turns her attention back to the new toy for the moment. "Ah, so this is the end result of the FME project?" <CONTEST> Javits contests his Dodge skill vs Medes's Primitive Weapon (Pillow) skill and Succeeds!
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| Cristobal | Helpful Ferengi |
Sat May 17 |
Lux looks to KM and says. "I can have a shipment of them here by Wednesday." K'net-mauri says, "You shouldn't say things like that." Lux says, "Why not?" Well, the Garden -is- K'net-mauri's favourite place to be stalked by Klingons. Feigning the oblivious prey, he replies to Lux, "I might lose all self-control at the thought." Lux looks to KM, "I can have a shipment here by Wednesday."
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| Churas | Write Down The Date |
Sat May 17 |
And Gr'laH forces himself to elocute the unfamiliar words, "I apologize." GAME: Gr'laH spends a courage point.
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| Poole | Always on Sunday |
Sat May 17 |
Havaris is seated in the command chair, the deck rather sparsely populated. A skeleton crew. Any veteran of 419 knows that the action /always/ seems to come on a Sunday. Saturday nights are usually pretty quiet. Unless things ran long last Sunday, in which case you can never know for certain. Humor aside, the Bajoran's chin is propped up on one hand, and he's staring at the slow rotation of the stars with his usual bland attention.
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| Gr'laH | My Future Son in Law, everyone. |
Sat May 17 |
The door chime sounds from the direction of Out. The door chime sounds from the direction of Out. The door chime sounds from the direction of Out. Churas says into Out comm, "Nathan." From Out's comm, Cristobal says "Naturally." Churas says into Out comm, "What do you want." From Out's comm, Cristobal says "Galactic peace, marriage, and a tuna fish sandwich. I'll settle for the pleasure of your company."
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| Donavon | Action Saturday |
Sat May 17 |
Caeli keeps his fingers dancing over the controls as he assists Harris however he can. "Mr. Harris, take us up and away from the planet. Break orbit away from the Klingons and plot a course for the station, best availible speed. Mr. Donavon, keep the shields /down/. We're not going to present a threat to them in any way." Caeli, meanwhile, begins a broad-band hail on all frequencies. Jamming or no, maybe somebody will hear him. "USS Cape Fear to all vessels... we are proceeding at best speed away from this system. This is a Federation diplomatic mission. Do not fire. Computer, loop message on all hailing frequencies." Hah! /This/ Saturday night seems to have plenty of action. Maybe he can be back home in his own bed by the next nice, quiet, Sunday.
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| Churas | Typos That Start Wars |
Sun May 18 |
Javits comes to a stop just inside the doorway, then snaps to attention. Seems like an automatic gesture. The only thing moving are his eyes, taking in the room slowly and paying particular attention to its occupants, especially Gr'laH. The expression on his face is a mix between attempted stoicism and something along the lines of expecting to be the next meal item. Snapping out of his momentary revelry, he presses his forearm to Churas, grasping hers firmly for a brief moment, "Lieutenant Javits, erm, son of William. I greet you, Churas, daughter of Gr'laH." <OOC> Javits says "Churas' forearm, rather" <OOC> Javits watches himself start another war.
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| Sharei | Smooth Criminal |
Sun May 18 |
From Haven's comm badge, Jones says, "Up to you. Noplace to which I have to give inordinate amounts of concentration. Not to imply that you're a cure for insomnia or anything, but ideally, I *would* like to consider this a 'winding down'." Sharei blushes. "Sorry," he says, not looking sorry in the least. Haven just makes a face at Dax showing she doesn't believe him in the least. Into her comm badge, Haven says, "Perhaps a walk on the beach or something similar?" From Haven's comm badge, Jones says, "A walk on ... oh, a holobeach. Sure, I guess. But, uh, well, we don't have good luck with beaches and 'winding down'." And the hits just keep on coming. Down goes Loni's head once again into the protection of her arms. Sharei's eyes get as big as teacups. If Star Trek were anime, he'd have the big sweat-drop on his temple.
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| Churas | /Shiny, candylike buttons? |
Mon May 19 |
Risa's spending her time getting to know the controls as well; occasionally, carefully, she touches a control or two and tries to see what it does. Engineering expertise apparently consists of pressing random buttons, and avoiding the ones that are big and red. Thankfully, she doesn't cause any alarms to go off, the warp core to jettison, or any dilithium crystals to crack, so all's well for now.
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| Risa | It had to be said. |
Tue May 20 |
Perhaps only to get a better hang on these controls, Risa starts diverting power from nonessential systems (i.e. replicators and those nonexistent bathrooms) to the warp drive. Just, you know, in case. She glances to Poole briefly once her task's done, then turns toward Randal, quirking a grin. "That's apparently the standard engine hum, or so I'm given to understand. I'd just love to see us push just a little harder, for curiousity's sake." Leave it to an Engineer to want to fiddle with something like that. The intercom beside Risa crackles into life. A male voice, with a Scottish burr, says, "Engines are holding steady, Mr. Risa. But I dinna know how much more power you can take from the nonessential systems! The ship's only got so much!"
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| Caeli | How tight /is/ a duck's butt? |
Tue May 20 |
Albertz grins across the bridge at Isole, now you've done it. "He must be from Aberdeen, tight as a duck's butt they are. If they're worried about a bit of cruising around, what did they do when they really had to cover ground?"
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| Churas | Dammit, Ji-- Gwen! |
Tue May 20 |
Albertz lets out an indecipherable Gaelic oath as he is tossed to the deck by the helmsman's fancy flying. From his now seated position he looks up at Poole in her command chair, exclaiming "Dammit Captain! I'm a doctor, not a pinball!" He tries to deliver the line as gruffly as possible but can't help throwing in a little bit of a laugh at the end as he impersonates Starfleet Medical's most famous alumnus.
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| Genesis | Optimism Reigns Supreme! |
Tue May 20 |
Poole frowns. Just frowns. Stands where she is and frowns. "Well. Wonderful fun, that. Who the hell set the difficulty of the sim?... That warbird should /not/ have been able to manuever like that. They're fast but in a straight line." Caeli rubs at the bridge of his nose in thought. "And we tagged it twice while cloaked, which means no shields. Perhaps Ms. Arnan's leaving was a bit of an omen. Or not a coincidence." Poole's eyes narrow. "That evil tart." Albertz blinks in surprise as the rail he was leaning on vanishes into thin air. "Good try everyone, can't win them all. We'll get those deceitful bastards next time." A wide smile and a loud clap of the hands, "Who's for a pint then?"
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| Avok | Now that the eye tests are over... |
Tue May 20 |
The door chime sounds from the direction of Out. Avok says into Out comm, "Enter." Golden comes in from the corridor. Golden has arrived. Avok blinks at the sight of Golden entering the room. "You are not Captain Gr'laH." he states. Golden says, "No, am Lieutenant Golden." Ha'nuQ stands in the room, arms folded across his brawny chest. As Golden enters, he looks over, and then turns back to Avok. "No. He is Lieutenant Dylan Golden," he rumbles, "of the Rapid Response Team. Paramour to Aliana Cerene, Hero of the Empire."
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| Churas | Miracles of Science |
Tue May 20 |
From Crew Quarters 1523's communications terminal, Jiasha says, "That is maybe best." She says. There is a soft smile in her voice. "I don't think I'm qualified to drink bloodwine, and I don't think babies like wine very much, at lest. Oh-- it's moving in my belly. You can feel that much, hm?" Into the communications terminal, Churas rumbles, "I would imagine that you are not, no, Jiasha, and I have heard that they do not." A pause. "Not through the com, no, I cannot."
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| Churas | Telling Decisions |
Wed May 21 |
The stories of battle and sternum crunching at an end, Vor'mak turns about on his stool and notices Churas sitting all by her lonesome. Any reasonable person would leave her be and not bother. Vor'mak stands up from his place at the bar and approaches her table.
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| Churas | RRT Fashion? |
Wed May 21 |
Vor'mak stops in his grunting and stomping to turn about and look at Golden as if he were wearing a dead rat on his head like a tiara before shrugging and continuing out the door.
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| Medes | The Laws of Physics |
Wed May 21 |
Medes says into Out comm, "Who is it?" From Out's comm, Poole says "A tiny little woman." Medes says into Out comm, "... I can't be in two places at once! It's physically impossible!" From Out's comm, Poole says "I ... I mean you... I mean we, bent the laws of physics."
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| Cristobal | Um... |
Thu May 22 |
From Cristobal's comm badge, Vimes says, "Understood, sir. I still have to meet with Councilor Jameson for a session after what happened on Fimdari, but I would really like to get back onto the duty rotation as soon as you'd have me, sir." Into his comm badge, Cristobal says, "Right. You can resume your usual schedule starting tomorrow." From Cristobal's comm badge, Vimes says, "Thank-you, sir. I'll be there bright and early, sir. For now, I'm about to be probed, sir. Vimes, over and out." Into his comm badge, Cristobal says, "Ensign, do I tell you about /my/ personal life like that?" From Cristobal's comm badge, Vimes says, "What I do, I do for the Federation and for Starfleet, sir."
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| Jameson | The Dangers of being a Shrink |
Thu May 22 |
Risa bursts out laughing, nearly dropping her fork as she leans forward in full chortle. "Oh-- oh, and then-- 'What's that, Marc? You've broken the sonic shower AGAIN? Fine, but you have to figure out what a fleet of admirals were doing playing naked to-the-death kochek in the back rooms of my brain!'" Her laugh continues, not calmed down in the slightest.
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| Medes | Ahem. |
Thu May 22 |
Risa is already dressed; she seems to like showing up prepared, not bothering with this particular replicator. She grins at the sight of Isole, greeting, predictably enough, "Evening, Isole. Are you coming in to swim? Because really, if you're not, I'm not; I don't want to drown in the artificially difficulty-increased waves." Her smile suggests she's only teasing.
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| Medes | The Men of Starfleet |
Thu May 22 |
Jameson stands around average height, maybe a touch above. His build is lean and slender. Some might call him wirey. His facial features are refined and and a touch angular with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a slightly pale complexion. His eyes are a very dark green. There is nothing jewel-like about them. They are closer to a forest or hunter green. His hair is cut fairly short fighting a touch of unruliness in his golden blond hair. Right now, he is about as close to nude as one can get without actually being nude. Jameson's chest is bare, and hairless. He is wearing a leopard print speedo. It isn't a thong, but it is a very tiny speedo. Did I mention the leopard print? In this get up, his build is more obvious than normal, and he isn't all that bad. And yes, not even there. He isn't Mr. Universe, or John Holmes or anything, but he's doing okay for himself. The only other clothing may or may not be on his body, but is likely nearby, which is a pair of brown leather sandals, and a long button up leopard print shirt that matches his speedo. Yeah, so it's a desc. It's just too classic not to be immortalized.
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| Risa | When the Klingon's away... |
Thu May 22 |
Cristobal enters what seems to be turning out to be quite the event. He glances back at Cerene and says, "Hey Ali." Glancing at her suit, he decides it's just as well Churas isn't a big fan of the beach.
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| Medes | Holographic Revenge |
Thu May 22 |
After a splash-fight turns on Risa... Isole swims lazily about, keeping her eyes on Risa, Jameson and Caeli. Apart, but not quite isolated. She circles back around, raising her eyebrows slightly. Awh, no. Snorting amusement, she torns over from her backstroke and begins splicing the water in the direction of the shallows. Once there, she calls, "Computer: Holodeck virtual terminal, radial menu, keyed to me, please." There's a pause as the holodeck provides a floating virtual display, hovering in the air before her. She taps a few of the radials and eyes Caeli and Jameson. <CONTEST> Isole (claiming advantage) contests her Shipboard Systems (Holographics) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds! And behold. A wave comes out of nowhere, about three feet high, and splashes the pair but good. Naturally, Risa isn't in the line of fire. Isole raises her voice, "Never fire torpedoes at chicas with tac-nukes, kiddies."
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| Ha'nuQ | Surf's Up...Board's Gone. |
Thu May 22 |
In the water, And once again, Cristobal falls back in. Once /more/ he crawls back onto his board, but this time he paddles back to the shore. When he gets onto the beach, he untethers the board from his ankle and carries it onto the sand. He sets down and stands about 4 feet away. He says, "Computer. Create Type II phaser." He picks up the phaser that appears next to him, sets it to kill, and fires it at the surfboard.
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| Caeli | Indeed it is. |
Thu May 22 |
Ha'nuQ stomps off towards the diving rocks, nodding to Aliana Cerene as she climbs out of the water and rejoins Golden, who also gets a nod. "Aliana! Golden! Hello!" he roars. He points up at the diving cliff. "Today is a -good- day to dive!" he announces to the beach in general.
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| Medes | The Men of Starfleet, Security Edi |
Thu May 22 |
And yet again, the Junior Dispatcher's limbs go flailing in the air as his feet give out from under him, sending him falling back into the water as he screams like a little girl.
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| Avok | The men of Starfleet, Medical edit |
Thu May 22 |
Jameson yells in triumph as Zip is seemingly defeated. Then with the Bolian war cry and the waves, Jameson squeals in a most decidedly unmasculine manner and moves behind Isole, using her as a shield. So much for bravery and honor.
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| Donavon | The men of Starfleet, Operations e |
Fri May 23 |
With a bounce (yes, an honest to god bounce), Robert turns and bounds back into the living room. There's more stuff to be found in the boxes, and he's appoximately 8 at the moment. Men.
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| Caeli | Them's fightin words! |
Fri May 23 |
Vor'mak glances aside to Ha'nuQ and declares, "It does not look difficult. I am certain I can best you in such a simple human sport!" Ha'nuQ looks over to Vor'mak with a fierce grin. "I can do it. Do you indeed dare, Vor'mak? Or will water defeat you as surely as Churas did?" Vor'mak snorts and crosses his arms while treading water. "Pah! I was distracted during that bout! There is no contest that I shall flee from!"
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| Medes | Genre Switch? |
Fri May 23 |
Jameson puffs out his chest and takes a very super hero kind of pose. "This looks like a job for...Ensign Jameson: Junior Counselor!" He grins, "I know! I'll stop him with super Mind Shrink ray!" He stares at Caeli very hard then gives a gasp. "Oh my...something...gone wrong...HE HAS NO MIND!"
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| Caeli | Well spoken. |
Fri May 23 |
Having gone out further to the other point, Vimes decides to brave one of the tougher waves, and goes down like a pair of drawers after a night of popping Tequila in Tijuana.
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| Risa | A Reward System |
Fri May 23 |
Havaris smiles brightly at Medes, actually chuckling at her good cheer. He nods out towards the reef beakers and asks somewhat coyly, "So what do I get if I can stick it out there, wife of mine?" Medes answers Havaris in another language. Bajoran, natch. Even as she's pulling herself back up onto her board and waiting to try again. She says in Bajoran, "A baby?" This is translated via your universal translator. Cough. Oh, she's got some salt water in her lungs. Oh my. Ahem.
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| Sharei | Well, as long as you're offering.. |
Fri May 23 |
Gr'laH is standing near the lockboxes when Sharei greets him. The Klingon turns about to inspect the Ensign briefly before offering a nod of the head. "Perhaps I will, Ensign, once my duties are concluded. Until then, amuse yourself in my absence."
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| O'Rielly | No baby for Havaris |
Fri May 23 |
Havaris smiles brightly at Medes, actually chuckling at her good cheer. He nods out towards the reef beakers and asks somewhat coyly, "So what do I get if I can stick it out there, wife of mine?" Medes answers Havaris in another language. Bajoran, natch. Even as she's pulling herself back up onto her board and waiting to try again. She says in Bajoran, "A baby?" This is translated via your universal translator. Cough. Oh, she's got some salt water in her lungs. Oh my. Ahem. <CONTEST> Havaris contests his Athletics (Surfing) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Dramatically Fails!
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| Churas | Romulan Drill Sargeant |
Fri May 23 |
K'net-mauri drones from the sidelines, "This ball is, in fact, the most important thing in your lives at the moment. Do not allow yourselves to become distracted. Do not lose sight of your goal. Maintain intelligence of the whereabouts of the ball at all times and anticipate it's movements." His tone is monotonous, dreary and official. His face is amused.
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| Avok | What aides are for... |
Fri May 23 |
"The hallway is not sovereign land to the Empire." That is a rather valid point, isn't it. "I watch you, Solok. Act accordingly." Solok replies to Gr'laH, "I would, but I have a feeling that soiling myself would impede my investigation. But rest assured, I am soiling myself in spirit."
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| Genesis | A Traditional Klingon Challenge |
Fri May 23 |
Ha'nuQ looks back to Vor'mak and smiles. "Perhaps, Vor'mak. But I shall only cross blades with you when you have met my challenge. Surf, or be silent!" Vor'mak points a finger at Ha'nuQ and declares, "We shall surf another day, son of Ha'qur! Until then train and train well, for I will see you drowning beneath the waves I ride, p'taQ!"
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| Atlin | Not /that/ different... |
Fri May 23 |
Va'tol kneels down, grabbing a pile of sand, and then watching it slip through his finger. "Hmmhmm.." Standing back up, the Vulcan shifts his attention to the far away volcano. If you take all the water, people in underwear and green, this is not so different from his own homeland..
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| Atlin | More Vulcan Assessments |
Fri May 23 |
Va'tol continues his exploration, strolling over to the 'Volleyball Court', eyeing the strange bug-catching apparatus in the middle of the ground square. Logic suggests insect life in this 'Beach' is considerably large. Yet the size of the net defies logic, being hardly ineffective in an environment this big. Humans. He pulls a PADD from the jumpsuit pocket, making notes for a future log..
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| Medes | Dress-em-up-Romulan? |
Fri May 23 |
K'net-mauri steps in. He looks. Well, not quite as bemused as he did yesterday, but somehow more so, because this hawaiian-shirt and shorts outfit just doesn't -- well, actually it does. He's just not quite sure what to make of it. The Romulan gets shouted at, and grins, but he doesn't shout back. He walks slowly across the sand to the courtside and says to Golden, "I do? You have only yourself to blame." He's amused, and nods to Va'tol. To Idrani he replies, "No. Mr. Golden has kindly supplied me with appropriate attire." Appearantly if Golden wants to play Dress-em-up-Romulan, Mauri is willing.
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| Avok | Not to be blunt, or anything... |
Fri May 23 |
Caeli takes the rolled ball from the sand and readies it for a serve. "Ms. Arnan, I remember perfectly what happened, though I'm afraid your security clearance is insufficient. Come back when you're past level four." He grins wickedly and calls, "Two serving zero.... eyes on the ball, Dylan, not the Betazoid... serrrrrvice!"
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| K'net-mauri | New SF uniform (proposed) |
Fri May 23 |
Jiasha looks over her shoulder to her new friend, as the little girl practices with this 'swimming' thing, face in the water, blowing bubbles. The child surfaces with a few great gasps, wet and happy. Looking a lot like Havaris Kusto, really. Only, you know. Without the 5 o'clock shadow. And in little underoos with fishies. Well. Maybe that part isn't so different. Jiasha, pulling out her dressto dry the wet patches in front, tosses a great big grin, and a one-handed wave to Etrik Josiah.
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| Poole | Vampire? |
Sat May 24 |
Nevaren stands just inside the Arch, peeking his head out very /very/ carefully, making sure his hand is on top of his straw sunhat so it doesn't fall off. He blinks once. Hey, it's finally the evening part of the program. Grinning, the albino steps into the program proper. Nope.. No bursting into flames.. YAY! The arch dissapears.
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| Magret | Ow. |
Sat May 24 |
Magret slumps down onto the floor next to Isole, and where Isole is crying? Magret starts /laughing./ It's a baby laugh, the kind where kids laugh from down in their bellies? Yes. That kind of laugh. They're like a pair of theatre masks, only bizarre and Centauran. She wraps her arms around Isole's shoulders, hugs her in close and rocks back and forth, righ there on the dance floor. Propriety? Maybe for other species. And pretty. Don't forget pretty. Well, yes, also Sexy. +2. Like doublemint twins with a penchant for softball and Ani DiFranco.
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| Medes | Spiky Enigmas? |
Sun May 25 |
Caeli shakes his head slowly, grinning. "Kula, you're like an enigma wrapped in a mystery. With spikes on the outside."
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| Gr'laH | From the Mouths of Babes |
Sun May 25 |
Gr'laH glances up at Avok, motioning for him to claim a seat at the table. "Join us. We were just eating." Iliara nods her head succinctly, stuffing a grape into her mouth. "EABIN'!" Gr'laH nods to Iliara, then corrects himself, "We are eabin." Avok smiles slightly at the child's antics and seats himself next to Gr'laH, across from the young Betazoid. "Q'pla, Iliara. I am afraid I have already eaben, though I will endeavor not to disrupt you too badly." He turns to Gr'laH, then, any trace of his smile gone. "The Kang have replied to my communique." "I see," Gr'laH says rather gravely, "I assume they, too, wish you eabin?" There is, after all a child at the table. And as Klingon humor goes, that's a good one.
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| Gr'laH | Feeoce wawwioes! |
Sun May 25 |
Javits responds with a firm nod, his frown returning and deepening considerably, "Having little knowledge of the current events, I cannot say that I understand. I will await the results of your efforts, Son of Go'laH." He looks up to Avok as the ambassador departs, "Thank you, sir, for allowing me this honor. I only wish I could do more." "You can, Lieutenant. Take up a career in Diplomacy." With that joke made, Gr'laH looks to Avok with a firm nod. "Q'pla!" Iliara takes in a deep breath and screams out, "KAPLAAAAA!" She's getting good at it, too. Judging from her beaming smile, she expects praise. Avok grins a toothy grin at the girl, and bellows right back, "Q'PLA!" It is slightly short in duration but no less voluminous. He shrugs with the same grin to Javits and Gr'laH and turns to the door. Javits can't help but chuckle, "I've far more success with machines than people. Q'pla!" Iliara explodes into giggling at Avok's return shout, returning to her fruit cup with a swinging back and forth of her torso. She is now dancing in her chair! She is a dainty creature! And she has fruit! And then she is done, hopping from her chair to run off towards the bedroom in a spasmodic toddle of wavy hair and flapping playware. Gr'laH watches it all with paternal affection before looking back to Javits. "Which makes you one step more qualified than Meridian. He has yet to learn how to operate his message terminal."
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| Churas | Some call it luck... |
Mon May 26 |
<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming disadvantage) contests his Shipboard Systems (Weapon Systems) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Dramatically Succeeds!
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| Avok | I sense futility... |
Mon May 26 |
Talesin continues to float, his head tilted slightly. "They're gaining again, though." he states, frowning again, utterly useless for the moment. Aren't most Betazoids and nurses useless, though? At least until someone hits their head, or something.
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| Risa | Piracy Doesn't Pay |
Tue May 27 |
Piracy. Doesn't. Pay. Isole is humming cheerfully at her post at this point, watching the Pirate take its oblique across her line of fire. She turns her turret just so with its controls, moves her reticle just so, trains it over a projected trajectory and lead line, makes all of the various red-bits on her targetting screen turn green, and then releases a cackle as she hits fire. One might get the feeling Isole doesn't /like/ pirates much. "/SUCK/ on Centauran counterfire! TAKE IT!" She smacks the side of her terminal twice before shouting louder, "TAKE IT ALL!" A few more whacks, this time. "WHOSE YOUR CAPTAIN! /WHOSE YOUR CAPTAIN/!" Assuming Isole doesn't pimp slap it apart first.
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