BBS 08-14-03 Quotes Of Infamy |
| Medes | Ever Pragmatic |
Thu Jun 19 |
Stewart shakes his head to Golden, "Not yet. We're just waiting on the briefing right now. I'm sure when things start exploding, we'll all notice."
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| Medes | badumching |
Sat Jun 21 |
Nevaren shakes his head. "Not unless you consider the power core being replaced by onionrings as being fun." Glemm furrows his bushy brow, clearly not understanding. "Onionrings? Neva 'eard o' em? Tha powa output betta?"
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| Korhonen | Klingon Bedtime Stories |
Mon Jun 23 |
Ha'nuQ looks from one to the other, a somewhat anxious look on his face. "I also know many Klingon children's stories that I could share with the young." He ponders for a moment, and then says, "The Great Tribble Hunt. The Little Boy Who Dishonored His House. My Rite of Ascension. Kahless and Molor." He nods. "I am sure they would these tales uplifting...and carrying good lessons, as well."
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| S'ele | flakiness is! |
Mon Jun 23 |
From Ghorev's comm badge, Atlin, for the record, sounds more baffled than anything else. And she thought /she/ was the flaky one in the family.
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| Kireth | As long as we're all having fun |
Wed Jun 25 |
Into the communications terminal, Lux says, "Nev, Lux here. What are you up to?" From The Warp Core Coffee House's communications terminal, Nevaren says, "I am staring at a LARGE design padd.. wanting to beat my head against it until I am foaming at the mouth and start spouting poetry like an epleptic pakled with rabies.... You?"
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| Medes | You Never Know. |
Wed Jun 25 |
Alarcon fiddles around with minute adjustments to various sensors, keeping a careful watch on everything to make sure the Ambassador's ships weren't trailed by a giant space squid or anything. You know... just making sure.
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| Caeli | Cultural Divide |
Wed Jun 25 |
Slow or possibly very innocent, either way these men can't be that much in the dark or can they? Donavon curiously passes glances at Dakin, Caeli, and Etrik and says seriously, "Besides height, what do men take great pride in measuring? You know," she hints, "to make up for shortness elsewhere?" Now it is /her/ turn to blush for that's about as risque as she's going to get tonight. Dakin says without looking towards Donavon in response, "I think the majority of us got the gist, Meg." Mmm, tea. Etrik quips, "I was trying to figure out how you measured stamina with a string, to be honest. There's that cultural divide again." Caeli answers quite honestly, "Your ridge, of course."
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| Churas | Best. Reaction. Ever. |
Thu Jun 26 |
It takes Gr'laH a few moments to parse the news out at length. First grandchild. Due in... One. Two. Three... Huh. In. /FIRST GRANDCHILD/!? Gr'laH spits his wine back into his glass at the news, coughing loudly and pounding his chest even as he continues to try and speak. "Gra-- /Child/!" Cough. "But...! You!" Gr'laH shifts his gaze to Cristobal, bringing back one massive hamfist in a swing at Nathan that fails to connect -- wisely spry devil that his son-in-law is -- a fact that causes Gr'laH to bark loudly and suffice with throwing his mug at him. "YOU!" Gr'laH turns to advance on the boy, his eye widening profoundly. "YOU! /EXCELLENT/ MAN!" Gr'laH points at Cristobal indicatively. "You take after my father! He, too, was a very excellent shot!" Gr'laH chortles loudly before turning on Churas, advancing her way to balance on her shoulder so that he can lean down and bellow at her stomach. "WELCOME, LITTLE WARRIOR!"
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| S'veralis | Inroads to the Obvious |
Thu Jun 26 |
Golden heads clockwise along the corridor in the direction of section two, disappearing from view among the foliage as the corridor curves to the right. Golden has left. O'Rielly gives Golden a wave, even if he may not be seen, and heads over to where the group is standing.
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| Medes | Silver Lining, Anyone? |
Thu Jun 26 |
Insane to the membrane, but one could describe Donavon as the same when she dives into a project. Yet what Medes is doing is beyond insanity, it reaches uncontrollable madness. Diagnostics on the autopilot? That's been done before. However, the security officer nods. "There's *always* another diagnostic to perform. You'll wear yourself thin. And I wouldn't want to end up dragging your exhausted self off the planet." A little laugh from Medes then, and she looks sidelong at Donavon, even as she idly taps a button or two on the console. "You haven't been on an away mission with me yet, have you?" A pause, and she adds, "Seems like someone's always dragging me off of somewhere in a heap. I think I absorb all injury for a given away team. It's my superpower." "Then this is your lucky day," quips Donavon before planting arms over chest. "I'm in the mood for a work-out and weight training. Dragging you around will certainly stretch my muscles. So plug away, Lieutenant."
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| Etrik | That explains a lot. |
Thu Jun 26 |
Ha'nuQ chuckles merrily, and climbs down into the pit. He rumbles, "The last time I checked, mok'bara was -not- practiced with a blade, Lt. Commander." He comes to rest, on the pit floor, and stands over her, grinning, seeming genuinely pickled. <OOC> Etrik says "... Guess he got liquored up before stepping in the ring with Gwen." What can I say?
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| S'veralis | Pulling a little to much |
Thu Jun 26 |
Ha'nuQ chuckles, a low noise not unlike an impulse engine revving up, and answers, "I shall." And then he advances on her in three long strides, lashing out with a palm strike to her shoulder. To any experienced martial artist, it's obvious that he's already pulling the force of his blow. <CONTEST> Ha'nuQ contests his Unarmed Combat (Mok'bara) skill vs Poole's Unarmed Combat (Mok'bara) skill and Dramatically Fails!
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| Medes | Ladies and Gentlemen... |
Fri Jun 27 |
... your Assistant Science Officer. So this is what the science console looks like. Finch is fascinated. Really, he is. He looks as though he's never seen such a marvel of modern technology. Like he'd been asleep all they way through the Academy and the entire span of his career after graduating. Staring as he is, he keeps on top of the sensor readouts, looking for signs of those dangerous spatial anomalies, freaky space dwelling aliens the size of small moons and other generally bad stuff that nobody would want sneaking up on their runabout.
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| Risa | Ladies & Gents cnt'd... |
Fri Jun 27 |
USS Princeton or planet devouring comet-monster? Finch peers even closer at the data on his console, but since he doesn't calmly stand up and try to evacuate the ship when nobody is looking, it must be something benign. He even starts to push buttons, nodding clearly to himself as various information floods the readout.
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| Alarcon | Little Less Break-Dancing... |
Sat Jun 28 |
(...and a lot more action...) Finch has a lot of scanning to do and so he gets to it without spending a few minutes doing something largely unnecissary, like break dancing or pausing to reflect on the composition of Pyromorphite, first. He's all business, with his dark eyebrows pinching closer together and his forehead wrinkling with concentration, he could almost burn holes through his console with his eyes if the steady movement of his hands didn't shade it from the intensity of his gaze at times. Sadly, staring daggers at the science station does /not/ help much, so his report is rather terse, "More bad news, sir. The planet's tectonic plates are already being adversely affected by the Quantum Singularity, but I'm having a difficult time getting any more data through the interference while sharing the sensors, sir."
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| Risa | This should give you confidence. |
Sat Jun 28 |
Finch leans over his console and gets to work on that deflector dish shooting sustained tachyon burst problem. That's a toughie. Maybe if he pressed several buttons in quick succession he'd look as though he was doing something important. Yes. Perfect. He appears to be quite busy now, fingers tappa-tappa-tapping, frowning and tapping some more.
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| Alarcon | Step back, console. |
Sat Jun 28 |
Medes waits patiently for orders, rolling her lips inward and biting them as the female voice comes back on the speakers, its tone much-changed. Oh ho! says her expression, which is fortunately directed at her console. Oh ho, console, your attitude is much different /now!/
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| Gr'laH | Klingons have sympathy! |
Sat Jun 28 |
Initializing the communications terminal, Gr'laH says, "What." From Crew Quarters 1202's communications terminal, Cristobal says, "I had a talk with an Ensign Spect not too long ago." Into the communications terminal, Gr'laH says, "My condolences."
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| Kireth | Putting things in perspective. |
Sat Jun 28 |
At your table, Poole nods at this and looks out at the stars. "How's business?" At your table, Kireth says "Pretty good, all things considered. You folks drink a lot of coffee. How's saving the galaxy going for you?" At your table, Poole says "I wish I could do more." At your table, Kireth says "Gwen, invariably we all wish we could do more. I wish I could sell more coffee. You wish you could save more galaxies." He pauses, considering something. "I'll tell you what. You settle for the Milky Way, and I won't drive the Neutral Zone out of business. Deal?"" Poole laughs at Kireth, giving him a nod. "It's a deal," she says loudly.
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| Kireth | Open mouth. Insert foot. |
Sat Jun 28 |
(Conversation about Churas) Cristobal nods, "If you like, I'll introduce you." He hides the smirk that threatens to break out for some reason behind his mug. J'qoba growls, "I'll pass. I understand that she has mated with a human." The last sentence has no threatening sounds to it.
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| Atlin | Got an Artifact handy? |
Mon Jun 30 |
Kireth just sort of trills. It's not quite a contented trill, but not an angry one, either. He just doesn't want it to be evening. Evening means work. Work means... ugh. Work. "Computer," he murmurs into the couch, losing his battle to stay awake even after he walked the brief distance, "Rewind time." The computer chirrups. "Unable to comply."
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| Golden | Non-Verbal Communication |
Tue Jul 01 |
Malloy is roughly shoved back, stumbles, then catches himself in mid-fall. Looks like he spotted something actually, as he flic-flacs instead, grabbing the knife on the second turn, then comes up wielding his Idisha in his right hand. Cocky smile? Well, maybe a small one. "Never. Ever. Take my knife away from me, Dylan. Not even a holographic replica." Golden smiles, and offers to congratulate Craig on recovering his knife by snapping a front snap kick directly at the cocky smile with his longish and lanky Martian stems... <CONTEST> Golden contests his Unarmed Combat (Starfleet Martial Arts) skill vs Malloy's Dodge skill (given advantage) and Succeeds!
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| Medes | Now there's an image... |
Wed Jul 02 |
Shuffle waddlewiggle. Shuff-wadda-wig. Shuff-wadda-wadda- ....Well. These are more or less the sound effects that Jiasha -should- make as she walks. It's only fitting. She carries along, she carries her own belly in hands. The girl is -montainous-. All she needs isa flag stuck in her head. And she has a direction in mind-- coffee bar. Mmm.
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| Churas | ... what? |
Wed Jul 02 |
Gr'laH's attention then slides to Lux. Where it stops. "I cannot believe I am about to speak these words at a diplomatic table." "Stop making Martok dolls. Dolls of the High Command in general. The likeness of our finest warriors is not licensed. Martok laughed briefly upon hearing the news. We have a sense of humor. It's our patience that is lacking in the matter." Lux arches a brow at that. "They're making Martok dolls now? Well I'll be damned." Idrani clears her throat. "Who's making them, exactly?" And where do I get one? But she doesn't say that last part aloud. Heller's eyes shift to Zuh, his mouth curving into a surprised smirk, his eyebrows arched. He opens his mouth, ponders saying something, then shakes his head, shuts his mouth, and looks to the Klingons. K'net-mauri lifts a brow at Gr'laH. "I will speak to you about him," he replies. He manages not to let this news about Martok dolls reach his face. His annoyance about defecting poets helps keep him from paying much attention to the humour of that one. "I believe the term used was... 'Action Figure'. He comes with a Mok'bara grip." Gr'laH shrugs his shoulders lightly. "It is a remarkable likeness I am told." Lux says, "We'll there's nothing that could possibly be done about it until after the Mercantile Snowflake Day rush is over. Every kid in the galaxy'll want one."
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| S'veralis | top 10 Diplomatic insults #5 |
Wed Jul 02 |
"Zero Tolerance pertains to those with diplomatic credentials. It is natural to assume any Klingon born from the lineage of myself and my wife is a leader among his people, Ambassador. Though in this case, you are mistaken. He is just a Warrior rather much like any other." Gr'laH considers that for a moment before gesturing a length with his stump and his hand. "Simply larger and better skilled. Taller. Generally more intelligent." Gr'laH lifts his eyebrow, dismissing the matter. "I will speak with the boy. We would hate to keep your Flaxian bodyguard waiting for an apology in regards to the violence shown him for his insults of our species. I will add it to the bottom of my to-do list."
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| Cristobal | Ask a silly question |
Thu Jul 03 |
Novairen glances back and forth and then to the desk. Poole, Dakin, and Caeli are gone. It's her's now. She makes a beeline for it and sits herself down in the chair. "Lieutenant," she calls out. "How do you feel about offices?" Cristobal blinks at that question. He turns to face Novairen and shrugs, saying, "I think they work better than placing our desks out in the corridor."
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| Churas | Sensitivity |
Thu Jul 03 |
Qem'et, somewhat rusty at socializing in a warm family setting, lingers behind the happy couple, lurking a little stiffly. It is not, however, because she wears her armor--that must be like a second skin to her by now. "Q'pla." A nod, now, to Churas' man, whom she has never met, and a somewhat appraising look. Iliara, too, gets a curious look, and she has spoken softly so as not to disturb the sleeping child with her greeting. See? She is... sensitive.
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| Spect | This is where not so good intentio |
Thu Jul 03 |
Spect taps his comm badge, "Ensign Spect to Ambassador Gr'laH." Over Spect's comm badge, someone answers, but says nothing. There's just the sound of a blade passing over a stone. Shhhhhhhiiiiiing. Shhhhhhiiiiing. Into his comm badge, Spect says, "Sir, I would like to propose a truce. I would like to...say that I wish that we had never had any problems and that we could move passed those instance to a point where if need be we could trust each other." From Spect's comm badge, Gr'laH continues to sharpen whatever blade it is that he's sharpening. Sounds long. Possibly curved. "What is served here by a truce, Ensign? You regret nothing. Regret only that your actions have brought you to a point of utter contempt before me. Possibly a fatal contempt. Does it please you to mock me, Spect? Mock my species? Mock your allies? Does it bring you pleasure to treat as a child a man who has thrice your years, six times your rank, and several orders of magnitude more than your pithee experiences? Were this Qo'nos, Spect, you would be dead. Gutted. A memory for worms alone to remember. Some day, Spect, I will be recalled to Qo'nos. My service here no longer required. That day? I come for you. Prepare yourself." Into his comm badge, Spect pauses and you can hear him biting his lip. Then struggling he says, "My..own conscious requires that I try to make peace. I have made my effort." a pause and even -more- effort, "Sir. Have a pleasant day. Spect Out." Spect reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.
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| Kireth | Like an ostrich. |
Thu Jul 03 |
Kotesh shoots his antennae up at the Klingon greeting, gone from intrigued to damnably confused. Little person! With riges! Small ones! And the Klingon! And the small! And the not Andorian! And the naked while! And the cute! But the imposition! And the so on! He blinks desperately in search of a proper method of handling this moment before deciding the proper method is to lie on one's back and stare at the ceiling. Blinking.
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| Churas | Klingon Logic |
Fri Jul 04 |
The dark expression returns. Qem'et glowers. "The captors are dead. ...I assume?" This was a Starfleet mission, after all. They might not've killed everyone, even captors of innocent children. "Monstrous," she says, in all seriousness. It is monstrous to hold children captive for dark and unspecified purposes. It is -logical- to want the captors dead. Very simple.
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| Atlin | Linguistic Difficulties |
Sun Jul 06 |
Jiasha's smile becomes a bit of a wiggly line in her mouth when she sees Indio. She blushes yet more. Her first words to him are in Graalen. But damn if they don't make sense. She squints one eye shut as she speaks, it is clear she is unsure of herself as she calls, "I'd like to punch your goat in the eye." In a friendly little chime.
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| Donavon | Elmer Caeli |
Sun Jul 06 |
Caeli is being all sneaky-like as he slips through the doors and quietly pads over to Donavon. Be vewy vewy qwiet, I'm hunting Iwishwomen.
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| Magret | Creepy |
Mon Jul 07 |
Torata just keeps smiling as Magret gets up and departs, smiling in her direction as she goes. Eventually though, he turns back to his water. And hey, he's still smiling. It would seem as though he was in a really good mood, if he could just smile like a normal person and not like he had a muscular disorder drawing his face into a comic rictus. Crocodiles don't smile so wide.
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| Taevan | Best. Mentor. Ever. |
Tue Jul 08 |
K'net-mauri smiles, and sips his water. He says in Romulan, "No doubt the most difficult part of this post is resisting the urge to grab ones counterpart by the hair and bash his face against the table untill you have created an enormous spatter of blood that describes with mathematical precision the distribution of matter in the galaxy. You will have to manage. As for the behavior of the Klingon and Ferengi delegates, that is certainly telling, isn't it? We will discuss that in depth later, perhaps."
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| Haven | 101 ways to say good night |
Wed Jul 09 |
Nevaren ois and feels the need to get home.. quickly. This could degrade into something very very bad. He looks at his writs. "Whoa! Look at that time. I think I left a roast in the replicator." He smiles at the two as sweetly as he can and heads for the Lift. Exit stage left! Zoink! Haven rolls her eyes at her friend then offers Lux a smile. "If you'll excuse me. I think I'll get these safe before one of those roving, random patrols of club stealing ensigns comes along. I hear they struck on level nine last night." Lux says, "I've been meaning to talk to security about them and the roving gang of adolescent pickpockets working deck 19. They're bad for business all round. Take care Doctor."
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| Medes | Classified Romulan Info |
Wed Jul 09 |
Albertz quirks a ginger eyebrow, unsure whether the Ambassador is serious or not. "They didnae cover /that/ one in the overview of Romulan culture at the Academy!" He laughs and lowers the level in his glass another inch or two. "But of course, we've already determined that course tae be sorely lacking in many aspects." K'net-mauri's smile is rather teasing. A good guess would be to say that he's not serious, but the expressions on that scowling hawk's face can be confusing. He says to Albertz, "Of course not. We're very secretive about baked goods."
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| Harris | Bad Mofo Risin' |
Thu Jul 10 |
The doors part, and Harris strides through - having clearly just thrown some clothes on so he wasn't streaking around the station, however amusing that would be. Green eyes scan the bar, searching for two targets so he may UNLEASH FIST OF RIGHTEOUS FURY. 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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| Taevan | Burned. |
Fri Jul 11 |
Into the communications terminal, Taevan says, "Well, if we cannot glean our information from listening to them in private, nor from listening in public, where /can/ we get it from?" From Crew Quarters 1521's communications terminal, K'net-mauri says, "You are presuming something, Taevan. You are presuming that the Klingons actually -know- something. I beleive you are in error."
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| Caeli | A little to the left. |
Sat Jul 12 |
(While climbing.) Haven's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Lieutenant Nevaren to Lieutenant JG Haven." <CONTEST> Haven (claiming advantage) contests her Athletics skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails! Haven reaches to tap her combadge and comes off the wall. With a sigh, she taps it again as she now swings free. Haven taps her comm badge, "Lieutenant JG Haven here." From Haven's comm badge, Nevaren says, "Hey, Loni. How is it hanging? You busy?" Into her comm badge, Haven says, "Only me.. now. What's up?"
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| Caeli | Pattern Recognition |
Sat Jul 12 |
. o O Tracker thinks "Caeli is sure blue." . o O Tracker thinks "Definitely not red or orange."
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| Cristobal | Crowded chair |
Sun Jul 13 |
Havaris steps onto the Ops deck, PADD in hand, eyes focussed on his reports as he steps down the short stairway to the command deck. He moves rather directly for the chair and drops into it, leaning to the side to clip his PADD back onto his belt and draw those same reports up on his chair arm. He glances briefly to the conversation at Engineering I and then back to his reports without much ado. "Report, Mister Javits." Spect just nods as if he knows that Javits is talking about. "Right" is all he says. He smiles and makes his way back towards the Command Chair and has a seat, "You mean you didn't come to keep me company on the graveyard shift?" he smiles, "Well, I guess someone has to work here." Spect pauses in mid-stride back to Command and raises an eyeborw, guess my shift is over he thinks and then he heads for OPS. <OOC> Havaris watches Spect sit in Havaris' lap. Takes a picture.
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| Medes | Seducing an Engineer |
Mon Jul 14 |
And so she switches to Bajoran. It's the only thing to do, really. "If you say so, then it is so. I think you just speak beautifully," Thea replies contentedly, leaning her head into the kiss tendered against her brow. "But you could be reading a list of shuttlecraft parts and I'd think it was beautiful." Pause. "All right, so that was a bad example." This is followed by her head being tilted back so she can look up into his face and grin lopsidedly. Teasing now. "Phased Energy Relay Coupling; auxillary," Kusto begins in a seductive croon -- he even places the auxillary in the right place, Prophets bless his Quartermastering, "Trilithium compressed plasma relay... Navigational Sensor Bank; fore... Warp Variance Regulator..." Kusto waggles his brows prior to offering the piece de la resistance. "Duo-Cyclic Endo-Molecular Pattern Interociter." Mmm. Interocitization. OF. Twin-cycling endo-molecules. And. Stuff. He bites at her nose lightly before adding with a little purr... "Primary."
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| Havaris | Progress? |
Mon Jul 14 |
Stewart follows Havaris' approach with his eyes, but lets Havaris take his seat and speak up first. "Hey." It's a quiet greeting, more of a lazy hello than anything else. He sits up again, getting out of his slouch and transferring his hands, and his coffee, to rest in his lap. "How are things? You get everything worked out with... what's his name?" Havaris remains in his slouch, though his eyes travel lazily about the interior of the Warp Core, either vigilant or just on the polite side of paranoid. He flicks his gaze aside to Stewart for a moment, then back out again, thumbs giving a trio of punctuating taps -- a non-verbal elipse -- to pretext his reply. "Nevaren." There's a pause there while he rheuminates on how best to answer the question. "Yes. No. We came to an understanding, let's say. He doesn't touch my wife, I don't break his neck and pop out his eyeballs." Kusto glances aside to Stewart again with a small shrug, wanting to be apologetic but failing entirely. "We're working it out."
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| Moore | Love - the ties that bind. |
Wed Jul 16 |
Galven's eyes narrow, only just slightly. "I am not here to deliver a message. In point of fact, I am here to ask you a question that may fall in your area of expertise, however narrow it may be." He inhales sharply, then says, "No doubt, you will prove to be no more helpful than you have been thus far, but since you are more or less given clearance for departmental work, it was prudent and procedural to approach you... anyway." The stress on the last word is apparently intended to sum up Galven's own feelings on the matter. "This coming from a self-labeled temporal physics expert who is tasked with creating computer inventories. How very /quaint/." Moore doesn't move from his seat, or even look interested beyond that natural desire to stick a rapier through the Zakdorn's eyesocket. "Ask away, Mister Galven - anything to remove your presence and unique olfactory qualities from my laboratory in the most timely fashion I can manage."
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| Jameson | Huh? |
Wed Jul 16 |
Magret shoots back. She says in Centauran, "I know how to order /beer,/ Marcus, I /am/ GAY, after all." Oh, the logic.
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| Turtledove | Never cheat a Klingon |
Thu Jul 17 |
Turtledove's expression changes subtly. She examines the image intently. "Andorian... hrm." She looks to Solok. "Can you vouch for the quality of the device?" Her brown eyes darken slightly, and her grin turns vaguely feral. Almost Ferengi-ish. Here comes the other part. "I'd hate to see the honorable Warrior of House Go'laH have to return it after the reception." She smiles cheerily. "I will of course be giving you full credit, as a source for such a gift, if I buy it." Solok just casually reaches out to touch the PADD, shifting it over about three model numbers. Same make, different model. And of course, his features never change as he says, "Why, certainly I can. A fine piece of equipment, that. They'll be quite happy with it, I assure you."
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| Randal | Estimated Value |
Fri Jul 18 |
Solok nods slightly, "Ahh. And yes, I imagined there would be such. Always is. Just mind that costs do not exceed potential profits." Randal smirks. "Solok, if this works out right, we might have the gratitude of an entire planet. Hmm?" He chuckles. "How much do you suppose that's worth?" Solok considers this a moment or two, and then casually says, "I will have my lawyer trademark my likeness forthwith. If that answers your question."
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| Magret | Oif |
Fri Jul 18 |
Torata watches the performance with a studious air. Should someone be paying attention, one could clearly see the grin shift from forced to quite natural. But it's a subtle enough shift that he can get away with it. And thus one potential purpose for the Grin That Never Stops is revealed: In the Grin, no one can see you leer.
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| Churas | Crafty |
Fri Jul 18 |
Stewart, being an adventurous sort, takes the moment of gift-giving to try the gagh. This way, he can safely gag, should such become necessary, without becoming the focus of attention.
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| Zuh'raah'do | I like you as a friend |
Fri Jul 18 |
At your table, Heller says "Let me ask you this. Do you find Nausicaan females attractive?" At your table, Zuh'raah'do says "Yes. Do you?" At your table, Heller shakes his head vigorously, but still manages to remain intent upon the stage-show. "Hell no. Nausicaan women are nasty. Bleh." At your table, Heller adds, as an afterthought, "And scary." He sips. At your table, Zuh'raah'do chuckles. "They can be both." This doesn't seem to be a negative in Zuh's book at all. "For a long time I thought that Lt. Takamura was a female. Broad hips, muscular breasts, long hair." This brings a smile to Zuh's face as he remembers a very interesting conversation with a very hawkish Romulan. "I find Klingon females attractive, though not as attractive as Nausicaan females. Though, I am told, we are capable of interbreeding with many Alpha and Beta quadrant species. But that is beside the point. I do not find human or human-like females to be sexually attractive. Some are more handsome than others, to be sure, but I have no more interest in them than you do in Nausicaan females. Or Ferengi females." Zuh pauses a moment as he eyes Heller. "For some reason I can picture you with an Orion." At your table, Heller just has to drag his eyes away from Isole's strip tease for THAT comment. With a mischievous slant to his expression, he purses his lips, eyeing Zuh. "Ok, be honest. Do you... you know." He winks. "Find me attractive?" At your table, Zuh'raah'do says "It wouldn't do any good if I did." Zuh deadpans. "I'm past breeding age and you wouldn't survive the coupling."
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| Churas | A Matter of Protocol |
Fri Jul 18 |
Stewart wonders aloud, "Anyone know what the proper protocol is in the event I need to back up my friend up there? If there even is such a thing? Scream and charge, charge and scream, it's all so complicated." He gives a staged sigh, and then directs his attention back to the fight itself.
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| Magret | 2 Points for Honesty |
Fri Jul 18 |
Magret follows after Isole, eyes wide, leering rather openly at her partner's back as she's pulled along toward the door. Hey. Wouldn't /you?/ Heller is.
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| Caeli | Resistance is cha-cha-cha. |
Sat Jul 19 |
Medes just sort of sits there, staring at her console as if it were suddenly going to come to life and stick nanoprobes into her or perhaps dance a jaunty rhumba instead.
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| Starfleet | Heh |
Sat Jul 19 |
Do you recognize this man? Kasa, the Chief Science Officer aboard the USS Merimac, is a meticulous Bolian. Somewhat renowned for his off-kilter manner and eccentricities, but rock solid and dependable in a crisis and in matters of protocol. From Cold Snap Starfleet
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| Medes | Non-Sequiter of the Year Award... |
Sat Jul 19 |
"Lieutenant." Finch replies before wandering past with his vague destination being the computer displays. He talks as he walks, proving that scientist types can do that sort of amazing multitasking feat without falling down or getting confused, "I've been thinking about the Fortress Protocol, and well, I need to get your opinions on the mechanical feasibility of some of my... ideas. First question: Can cats pilot attack drone-ships?"
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| Dane | roadrunner |
Sat Jul 19 |
Poole is moving pretty fast. Let's see if the Blue Coyote catches the Poole Roadrunner this time.
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| Kireth | Captain Oblivious, redux |
Sat Jul 19 |
Caeli just nods to Takamura. "I'm alright." The sign is ignored, because Caeli pays about as much attention to signs as he does to the SOP regarding maintenance of weapons onboard vehicles. And any self-respecting Medes could tell you that's about Zip.
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| Caeli | And I shall live in infamy... |
Sun Jul 20 |
Donavon plays along, "It's what all security officers practice. Ram into an innocent or victim, question said victim to learn about the person, lured said person into one of our rituals, and then be off on our merry way." Chuckling now, her head shakes at Vala. "Doesn't hurt to stay fit. I haven't broken Dr. Haven's schedule yet." "Zip was a little more gentle than that," Baxx protests in good humour. "I believe his preamble was 'Hi there!'. Of course, my guess is that Zipok Caeli's 'Hi there!' can be construed as an attack, too." Donavon clenches a hand to her chest, eyes widen in terror. "The horror of being on the receiving end of Zip's 'Hi there!' The last 'hi there' my couch received a thorough attack. Or was that the second before the last?" "Zipok Caeli, bane of furniture everywhere," Baxx nods solemnly. "They tell horrors stories of him in the home furnishings department."
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| Donavon | Grave error... |
Sun Jul 20 |
Donavon oofs out of amusement and rewards Hamish by sticking out the tip of her tongue playfully. Course it is all out of good humor. "What Zip and I commit against another is separate from our normal duties. The Station is ship shape and entirely safe. If Zip and I get a few brusies from our shenanigians at least there won't be investigation necessary. We /know/ who did it." "Uh-oh, that's a problem," the bolian says, voice dipping low in concern. "The station is supposed to be station-shaped. Somebody might mistake it for a flagship."
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| Taevan | Look on the bright side... |
Sun Jul 20 |
. o O Havaris thinks "Borg. Likely Borg in the bodies of Cardassians, Nausicaans, and Jem'hadar. Carrying the severed heads of baby foxes with little Bajoran ridges on them. Saying unkind things about the Prophets while pissing on the Federation flag. No. I am not a pessimist, why do you ask?"
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| Churas | When the Train of Thought Derails |
Mon Jul 21 |
"Aye, aye... you can be in charge of that, if you're so eager, Mr. Javits," Poole says, recording that message for Starfleet ahead of time. When she's finished, she looks up and adds, "Given that I wasn't injured... I am curious why I woke up in their infirmary naked. I think once we get back on station, we should /all/ get thorough scans." o O Javits thinks "Well, it's good to hear some support in light of the situation." . o O Javits thinks "*screech of mental brakes* Wait, did she say naked!?!"
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| Churas | Summing It All Up. |
Mon Jul 21 |
. o O Javits thinks "Weird weapons, naked senior officers, Romulans on the bridge, what a mission this is."
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| Medes | Most. Embarassing. Pose. Ever. |
Tue Jul 22 |
Havaris doesn't so much amble in as he /arrives/. Boldly! Boldly and with purpose does Havaris stride into his home, a large open book in one hand and a boquet of wildflowers in the other. It would be wise, when a husband returns to his wife, to check the room for other men. Wise, but paranoid. And, excluding the context that may be taken in, unnecessary under normal circumstances. And so! Havaris strides boldly into his quarters, eyes on the book, and plants his feet neatly spread in a hero's declarative statuarial poise. His stance says, and quite proudly, 'THIS IS MY CROTCH'! And then he begins to recite poetry from that book he's carrying all while bandying about the flowers in such a fashion so as to rain petals more or less anywhere his hand happens to travel. The poem, it must be said, goes something like this. "I have climbed a dozen mountains and stared Dizzy from their heights upon views of fields And lush valleys with names I could not Now or with any time remember." "I thought them beautiful as a passing thing As a bird that once shadowed my garden Or a fish half-glimpsed in a mountain stream A there and gone again affection Quite unlike you." "And how alike for all of this, that your legs Like branches spread and your breasts Like mountains swell and how like The plains your stomach lays As the hair pours like water from your head!" "You are a bounty and a plenty, you are Bajor In the summer when the fields are full Bestri in the fall, all colors and hues Resplendant in your eyes!" "They build temples to eternities In the mountains of Dahkur And I travelled once to see them Their humble altars and taciturn Vedeks Grasped my ear and spoke of a love that burns Like the plains in a dry heat. They bid me return again To the rain and water of your seasons And to in my time turn as the water As the soil As the moons Constant in my rebirth with you." Kusto snaps the book shut and glances up with a purely rapacious grin, only to note... Nilee. "That was for her. Not. You. Um. Hi! Galen." Kusto is attempting to turn red now.
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| Donavon | Flashdance |
Tue Jul 22 |
Isole scrabbles over the counter in a flail of spindly limbs and flopping skirts, landing with an 'oomph' on the floor on the other side. She scrambles to her feet, hoists her skirts up, and promptly charges at the couple with a Centauran Lover's Howl -- similar to the Klingon Warrior Howl, only far cuter -- and proceeds to wrap her arms about both of their necks and kiss either of their cheeks noisily. Also, she makes incoherent noises of glee. And bounces a lot.
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| Caeli | It's all about being alien. |
Tue Jul 22 |
Valen nods back to Vimes. "What's up, gays?", she says, trying out her earth idioms once again. Vimes is about to reply to Valen when he blinks at what she initially said, still trying to figure out if he heard her correctly, "I'm sorry. Did you just call us gays, Lieutenant Valen? I mean, not that there's anything wrong with being gay...it's just..." and furrows his brow as he tries to decide how to keep going on this one.
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| Magret | How ... cute? |
Tue Jul 22 |
Gr'laH snaps his head up rather sharply at the hail on the terminal, his single eye staring at it nice and wide as his nostrils flare and his lips draw back. He spends a moment softly panting prior to forcing his gaze down into his glass to mutter indecipherables under his breath. He throws back his drink and sets the mug down, adjusting his sash and robes over her arm before grasping the collar plate of his cuirass and giving it a tug. Straightening it up, making himself pretty. For a hail, apparently. He says in Klingon, "Excuse me," he elocutes softly to Magret before turning to lumber for the comm terminal, hesitating his hand over the controls before beating it down on the answer button. He gains purpose from that action, it seems, for he answers without wavering.
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| Magret | Who Knew... |
Wed Jul 23 |
... Cardassians could be /cute?/ "Not too far, Tull." The deep voice of the Cardassian enters into the garden area before he steps through the bushes. Moving as though he is trying to outrun the words is a miniature version of the big-bad lizard-folk. With all of the energy and jubilation of any three year old who is allowed out at this time of night, he darts behind a brush and hides there. As the speaker enters, he gives a quick look around, finds Tull, but simply smiles privately. From there his eyes move over to the others in the garden, falling momentarily on the Betazoid. Another private little smile is offered before he looks in the general direction of the child's cover. "Now where did that rascal go." As is the fatal flaw in all toddler's plans, the giggle gives him away. Gurdek gives another glance over towards the women sitting on the bench before he turns to start stalking after Tull. It might look playful, if it weren't a stiff-necked Cardassian doing the stalking. "I could have sworn I," his voice soften a little bit so as to make the moment between the father and adopted son pair a little more private. He straightens up a little bit and makes a show of looking to a completely empty part of the garden. He stands, listening for a moment before shrugging stiffly. "No. I suppose I was wrong." Slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he takes a step in the opposite direction of the hiding spot. Which only brings another stifled giggle.
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| Vimes | Eat your heart out, Lagerfeld |
Wed Jul 23 |
Vimes furrows his brow, "Indeed. The last thing I need is your brothers plotting a savage beating for me because you made them wear dresses." and looks at Caeli, "I'm sure I can convince Meg to wear lime green. She owes me for taking her place down on Fimdari." Caeli says, "If you can't, I will." Caeli says innocuously, "Cerulean?" Erika winces. "Lime green?" Vimes offers, "Fuschia?" You just don't challenge a Bolian's fashion sense. "Pastel yellow."
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| Caeli | The fourth monkey. |
Wed Jul 23 |
Erika adds with a wink. "Besides, we'll do plenty of alone celebrating later. Don't worry." See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil... Zip is the fourth monkey. Ignore all evil. "Of course. Now is coffee time." Leading the way towards the coffee house, Vimes keeps Erika at his side before slipping his other hand behind his back and making a thumbs-up sign at Caeli.
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| Caeli | Blood in the water |
Wed Jul 23 |
Sniff sniff. Mmmm. Frightened Suboordinate. Havaris' gaze shifts ever so slowly towards Vimes and Caeli, then back to his wife, then back to Vimes and Caeli once more. Havaris paces slowly away from Medes, arms folding up across his chest as he zeroes in on the standing pair of officers. He comes to a halt before their table, eyeing both men severely over the point of his nose. "Good evening, ma'am," he comments to Erika without a glance, still staring at the two men. "So I am meant to understand that you appropriated station resources for personal use without contacting my offices for the purposes of proposing marriage to this woman, Mr. Vimes?" He blinks only once, gaze unwavering. (Tee hee.) Caeli lets Vimes field that question, since he was specified by name. He looks to Vimes as if to say, 'I'm buggin' out like the women and children on the Titanic', but with less sympathy.
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| Erika | A Ghost in the Machine |
Wed Jul 23 |
"She shot Poole in the back, it is said, just for /looking at her/!" Kusto shoots a thumb back over his shoulder to indicate the retreating Engineer. "And we still have no adequate explanation for what happened to Chief O'doherty. But it's said that if you walk the Flight Deck late at night? You can hear gaelic cursewords floating out of the jeffries tubes..." Kusto is in a rare mood.
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| Nevaren | Brains and Taxes |
Thu Jul 24 |
Nevaren snorts and looks to the Napean next, looking as if he just remembered something. "Hey, aren't Napeans empathic?" he asks, takng another tug off the bottle of brackish cardassian.. stuff. Kanin laughs good-naturedly. "Yes, we are. A gift and a curse bestowed upon us by one of our own people." Lux says, "I didn't know that." Nevaren looks a bit sheepish now that he has been reminded. He focuses on curtailing his emotions. "You don't have to know, Lux. Ferengi are notriously known for being dead, psychically." Lux says, "Not dead, just...complicated." Kanin nods. "I don't understand the precise reasons by which Ferengi are immune to telepathy. Napean empathy isn't ... disciplined enough for me to tell. I imagine that their four-tiered brains structure thoughts in a very different way than species such as ours. Lateralization is a fairly simple concept for us, but I imagine that it becomes considerably more complex in Ferengi brains. Nevaren rolls hs eyes. "The only thing complicated about Ferengi is their tax forms. I heard that the Klingon Justice System was going to make criminals fill them out as a way to serve their sentences instead of having to ship them all the way to Rura Penthe.. But then decided against it because they felt it was too cruel and unusual a punishement even for them." He takes another sip of his bottle of Khanar.
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| Caeli | C. Y. A. |
Thu Jul 24 |
From Caeli's comm badge, Donavon says, "I'm your XO. Luck is /always/ with you. Now go teach those losers how to really shoot, Zip. Meg out." Caeli reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission. Golden frowns slightly, "I'm sure that Ensign Donavon did not intend to specifically call any of you losers personally, particularly those of you who out rank her or who are the Klingon Ambassador."
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| Javits | Competition? |
Thu Jul 24 |
Stewart watches the interactions between Gr'laH and Randal for some time, and eventually issues a heavy sigh. Standing at sudden attention, he calls out in his best drill sergeant voice. "All contestants will refrain from getting themselves killed until after the competition."
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| Medes | Glavin. |
Sun Jul 27 |
"About one kilometer deep into the rock, I am detecting what appear to be Class M environmental conditions. The scan for weapons systems and power supply, that's running now. With a km of rock between us and whatever's inside, I can't get possible crew numbers. I'm going to queue up that long strata resonance scan Absyn suggested next, pending the results of the scan that's running, so perhaps we can indeed find a passage within." Alarcon's eyes are narrowed, and she is peering down at her console. Sekrit information, you do not stand a chance against Alarcon's Scans of Dooooooooooom! Or perhaps it just -looks- like that's what she's thinking.
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| Alarcon | THEY LIVE... |
Mon Jul 28 |
Medes moves over to check Cross's suit rather automatically. Hey. It's not like she doesn't know these suits really well. They live on her babies, which sounds strange, really, but it is what it is.
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| Donavon | Momentary Lapse |
Mon Jul 28 |
O'Carroll bounces into security behind Donavon. Hey, she's never been here before.. so she looks around like a tourist for a few moments. Oh. Right. Job. She gets all angry looking like Donavon, and makes a very displeased frown form on her face. It's so falsely displeasing it's hilarious, tho.
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| Donavon | So that's why... |
Mon Jul 28 |
O'Carroll lets off another round of phaser fire. Only two this time. "I must have some bull blood in me. Red pisses me off, eh?" she jests. "Maybe most people do, even. That's why Security be wearin' gold now." a giggle ensues.
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| Jostin | Some Command Ha Ha |
Tue Jul 29 |
Ghorev says, "He can be, though often rather moody. And, yes, I'm aware of the irony of that coming from an iconoclastically solitary Andorian." A smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. "I wasn't going to say anything, sir." Just a sliver of Jostin's humor, coming through. Ghorev says, "Of course not. It would be beyond you." Ghorev has a little murmur to his voice when he gets wry. Amusing, really. "It would be /inappropriate/," Jostin both points out and corrects. The upturn of her mouth stays as she continues to stand. Ghorev hands you back the PADD. "Indeed. I stand corrected. In any event, Yeoman, I have to get this /chaka/ back down to my forge. We'll speak later."
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| Atlin | Blue Shirt or Red? |
Tue Jul 29 |
. o O Albertz thinks "They'd've been better off sending Doctor Malloy on this mission. Not me. I'm the one that's around to knock over that tin can that gets us discovered!"
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| Churas | Security Innovations |
Tue Jul 29 |
Stewart takes a moment to reset the password to the security system (to 'htszmrj0k9i3ab27o7u152g0vn58l61efpx64d9qys43w8', though the magic of fist-on-keyboard typing), and grabs the videophone. The way back down is no problem, no need to sneak with the guard out. Once back with the rest, "We have fourteen trucks, and fourteen keys. And a videophone."
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| Churas | Well, That'll Do It. |
Wed Jul 30 |
Stewart slings the rifle off his shoulder, to bring the butt to bear on the lock. He gives it a few good, solid thumps, examines it, and then mutters something under his breath. Something that'd be cut by any prudent censor. So then he swings the rifle back around, pushes the barrel up to the lock, and fires. "Door's open", he notes.
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| Jostin | It's Funny. Honest. |
Wed Jul 30 |
C'mon: you know you've had this conversation before with someone. Jostin says "You know, you could just preprogram a replicator, and when you're tired and can't think, you could just stager up to it and say 'food' and bam!" Baxx says "Oh /there/ you go, yeah." Jostin says "The only thing missing is the flying into your mouth part. Though that could get messy. Otherwise, the plan's brilliant." Baxx says "Maybe you could use some tractor beams to get it into your mouth."
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| Magret | Occan Courtesy? |
Wed Jul 30 |
Stewart heads over towards one of the downed Occans, tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, would you have any objections if I borrowed your shirt, on behalf of my good friend over there?" Pause. "No? Why, that's awfully generous of you." And so he begins undoing said shirt, and when he's managed to extract shirt from Occan, he tosses the thing over towards Martinez. "I think you can consider this an indefinite-term, zero-interest loan, courtesy of our friend here."
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| Kireth | Fringe Benefits |
Wed Jul 30 |
T'Lyna watches the process patiently, taking a seat upon a stool at the counter. "I have been attempting to broaden my horizons somewhat, and have been sampling a wide variety of teas from many different worlds. Thus far, I have found few that I have not been able to appreciate." Kireth smiles slightly, raising two snow-white brows. "A tea connoisseur, then?" T'Lyna inclines her head toward him. "Perhaps. Or perhaps merely a way of coming to appreciate the infinite diversity of the galaxy. And a quite tasty one, at that."
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| Donavon | Diplomatic Security Detail Convo |
Wed Jul 30 |
From Caeli's comm badge, Vimes says, "Of course. Anything to help. I can still come by now anyway. I'm not riding the desk tonight. Put the three of us there to keep each other company and in case anything should happen." Into his comm badge, Caeli says, "You're engaged now, John. You shouldn't be riding anything but... ah... Erika." From Caeli's comm badge, Vimes says, "Touche, chum."
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| Turtledove | Aaaar |
Wed Jul 30 |
Meanwhile, the computer chirps. "Warning. Known hostile vessel approaching off the port bow." Turtledove dutifully, and unceremoniously, prepares a hailing channel. "Do you want to do the honours?" She grins with mild mischief to Randal, then looks back to her console. This should be good. Taptap onto the console. "Routing feed to view screen." Seconds later, on the screen, appear two scurvy dogs, ragged and shaggy Bolians. One is wearing a fancy hat, though, with plummage. The other has an eye-patch. "We will never surrender! Die, Starfleet scum!" Yes, that is what they say. Turtledove glances with mild apology at Randal. "Sorry about that. I'm still... working on my skills with this whole holoprogramming thing." Randal chuckles. "That's alright," he says, smiling broadly. "For the record, pirates nowadays rarely wear eyepatches. That's reserved for cranky Klingon ambassadors."
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| Moore | Hug your doctor! |
Thu Jul 31 |
She should really /thank/ biobed three. Really. Medes should hug biobed three tight and whisper sweet words of muscle-regenerating and bone-knitting love to that bit of mechanics, because it's only by the grace of her extensive time getting injured, getting better, getting injured again, and getting better that she's built up the ability to brush something like this off... well. As much as she's brushing it off. "I'm okay. Kusto. Really. I'm okay. Just... kinda stings. Holy... " She cuts off her suit's comm, but some of the assorted curses wander out into the hallway anyway, courtesy of her... breached. Uhoh. "My suit. Lieutenants. My suit's breached." Breathing deeply from the sting of the hit, she coughs once. "Ow." That's it. Just ow. See? Getting electrocuted, shot, thrown into things, blown up and dying DOES HAVE ITS GOOD SIDE! Honest! "The blast. Look. The moss is gone." What?
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| Medes | One Way To Do It... |
Thu Jul 31 |
Havaris eyes the aparition for a long moment as it starts speaking. His head tilts to the side as he works at poking at his compin for a few moments. "UT's aren't--" He trails off at Nilee's report, then glances down at his tricorder with a mutter. "Ah." Kusto glances about for a moment before noting the wall. Witness Bajoran problem solving. Weighing his tricorder for a moment, Havaris winds up and throws the thing against the wall with an arm neatly honed from Sprinball. The tricorder obliges by breaking into several useless pieces as a result. Havaris straightens up and notes somewhat brightly, "And they say I'm no good with technology."
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| Randal | Deep down, Everybody's an alien |
Thu Jul 31 |
Medes drops her arm, then. No smooches. Instead, she gets the 'go you' speech. Nodding her head in acknowledgement, she offers a tilted sort of half-smile and applauds for Nolte, turning her eyes to the antennaeless Andorian. You know. Like Medes has invisible nose-ridges. Cristobal of the invisible cranial ridges applauds both Nolte and Medes, smiling lightly.
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| Javits | Claiming the Prize |
Fri Aug 01 |
Havaris wraps his hands around Medes' waist to lean in to the whisper. Whatever she says causes his head to tilt slightly and his neck to hitch as though it tickled him. He winds up grinning widely towards the end and answers everyone's comments by ducking down and lifting his wife up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He makes a quick line for the door, shouting after Vimes, "Um. I'll be down. Later! To pick up my trophy. And ask me to pay for drinks then. I'll be much more susceptible to coercion." He turns about with a grin, dipping slightly. "Prophets guide you!" And about he turns again, Medes still over his shoulder. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!"
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| Magret | Talk About 'Giving Of Yourself' |
Fri Aug 01 |
Gr'laH grunts softly at the reply from Magret, still drinking his Baghol. He says in Klingon, "Probably nothing, then. Apologies for interrupting." Gr'laH sets his mug down quickly and continues on, rooting in his robes. He says in Klingon, "But. While I am -- and I will withdraw once I am done with this -- I have something for you." Gr'laH draws out a boxed Heroes Of The Dominion War action figure. Still in its original Ferengi scripted packaging. The likeness of the figure in the box, however, and the name atop it make it obvious just who this figure is meant to be. Take away an eye and an arm and it's almost perfect. He says in Klingon, "Happy early Snowflake Day. The Martok figure got the Mok'bara grip. Me? Poke my belly and the arm falls off. Ambassadorial robes sold seprately. And I hear they're coming out with a scaled-down Vor'cha class." A pause. He says in Klingon, "I couldn't get Worf, they were all sold out." Gr'laH notes, as if to explain to the bar as a whole, "Ferengi."
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| Atlin | There Is No Spoon. |
Fri Aug 01 |
Caeli enjoys a small plate of deeply fried calamari and a tall glass of grapefruit juice, contemplating the fact that, due to the magic of replicators, there is no grapefruit juice. Or calamari, for that matter. Repast completed, he paces back to the flight area and slides into the Ops seat, a contented smile worn.
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| Caeli | Never too old... |
Sun Aug 03 |
Randal has walked onto the scene of an epic battle. Whereas Magret's wire men are usually ranging randomly over the counter, exploring and conquering Mt. Beret, now they range all over the counter, the floor, the couches on the far side of the lobby... there must be hundreds. Every wire man Magret has made in her nine months of being on the station is employed in this battle. It is a pitched battle, too, with wire men meeting in mortal hand-to-hand combat, some of them with little foil weaponry in hand. Magret creeps among them, peering down at her creations as she arranges them, adding one here, subtracting it there. And who leads her silver-coated wire troops against the black-coated wire TROOPS OF DARKNESS? Why, a plastic-molded son of Go'laH, his good arm raised in defiance, wielding his little plastic-molded dk'tagh, of course! (His detachable arm lies up on the counter. She hasn't gotten to the 'Gr'laH beats a wire man with his detatchable arm' level of silly, yet.) Slow day? Yeah, you could say that.
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| Churas | Truisms |
Mon Aug 04 |
Churas is, as noted, asleep on the couch. Thus she cannot throw it at Cristobal. Because she's sleeping on it, see, so that would make throwing it at him very difficult. Whoosht. The doors open quietly and Cristobal walks inside. Peering at his wife, he kneels down in front of her. Touching her shoulder gently, he bends over and kisses her. It's the little things that keep a marriage injury-free.
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| Randal | Stun Setting |
Mon Aug 04 |
"I prefer phasers, actually," Randal says quietly as he goes toward the indicated case. "Is it true what they say about these things not having stun settings?" That sounded a bit wry, so it may or may not have been a serious question. Solok selects a phaser of his own, giving it a quick inspection as he makes sure the thing actually is functional. "Any weapon has a stun setting. Just shoot them in the leg. Repeat until they pass out."
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| Albertz | That's pretty much IT, folks... |
Tue Aug 05 |
Golden with the cool unflapple stylings his team have come to know and admire (yeah right) he says only, "Zoinks!" which he remembers from childhood as being appropriate in such situations and then he bounds... he flees... he taunts! "You are the IT girl, you are supposed to want to be the IT girl, IT is you, you are IT. IT came from over there, but IT can stay with you. Depend on IT, Be IT, IT is what you were meant to be!"
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| Magret | Truer words... |
Tue Aug 05 |
Isole smacks into the wall yet again, squishing her face in a totally ineloquent fashion. She smears her way to the floor with an oomph and rolls over onto her butt to raise an eyebrow at Golden's sexy-boy pose, shaking her head with helpless laughter. "Hold still, pippy, and I'll show you." Isole pushes up with her hands and swings her legs under her to land on her feet. There is only one answer to this problem. Going native. Isole tugs the ties to her sweats and drops them to the floor, kicking them away to reveal her sporty workout shorts. Which aren't so much shorts as panties with an ego. She cracks her knuckles and circles a bit on the ground, vying for an angle. "I know, Magret! I think he may actually be /having fun/!" Isole eyes her mark and bounces upwards again, slowly, trying to hem him into a corner. Herding him. Once she /thinks/ she has him, she springs off the ground at him, flailing her arms wildly. "Hold still you greasy martian... person-head!" <CONTEST> Isole contests her Athletics (Tag) skill vs Golden's Athletics (Tag) skill and Succeeds! Golden observes, "I understand, when the panties are revealed, it's the clue you're going to get IT." He nods with faux sobriety.
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| Caeli | Peanut Gallery |
Tue Aug 05 |
"Less giggling! More headbutting!" Gr'laH is moonlighting as a coach. Possibly a cheerleader. Tell no one. When Treal latches onto Caeli, Gr'laH nods his approval. "NOW BITE HIS HAMSTRING AND CRIPPLE HIM!" Okay, better. And noting Donavon's growl, Gr'laH grows even more pleased. "/Now/ it is a battle! And to think, I came to exercise."
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| Medes | Makes Ya Wanna Ruffle Their Hair |
Wed Aug 06 |
Torin does the middie shuffle...also known as the cadet canter. He comes charging through the doors fast enough for them to barely open in time before he careens into them. But they do open of course he doesn't get to see much inside before he's running inside. He grinds himself to a halt the slight squeaking of boots as he narrowly avoids bumping into either of the women he jumps back a bit flushing and flustered, "Ah...Ah! Sorry Sorry! I'm here....I missed it the first two times...went in a circle around...erhhh ermm. Well I'm not too late am, I sir?" He glances between the two blinking at the unfamiliar one and cocking his head to the side for a moment.
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| Kireth | Any last requests? |
Wed Aug 06 |
. o O Medes thinks "Great. I've been shot, electrocuted, fallen off of cliffs, shot by /ancient guns of DOOM,/ and now we're being chased by ANCIENT CREATURES OF DOOM. Prophets. Could I maybe add, like, 'almost died from acute heart failure during sex' to the list? At least /then/ my near-death-experiences would be /fun while I was having them./"
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