BBS 01-08-04 Quotes Of Infamy |
| Gwen Poole | Oh? Just like that? |
Wed Oct 01 |
Ghorev nods. "Anything from Joint Operations Command other than the matter for which Mister Golden is to be summoned?" Gwen seems to really consider Ghorev's question. A good long time, actually. Five seconds maybe. Then she shakes her head, "There's nothing else. Except that I'm the one who's pregnant. That's it." Edwards slowly turns his head to peer at Gwen after her casual remark. "Oh, is that all?" he asks. Havaris drops his PADD. Which would be bad enough, save that he fumbled it about first such that the thing is spinning all about as it clatters to the floor. No recovering from that, so he just folds up his arms and looks innocent. Wasn't him.
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| S'veralis | 2x4 needed! |
Thu Oct 02 |
One blonde eyebrow perks as Gwen eyes Nevaren right back, "I'm in my pajamas and I have pink bunny slippers on my feet. I can stay... but I'll be asleep in about three minuts... and you'll have to carry me upstairs." Nevaren awwwwws and shuffles his feet, hugging his wife close. "Well, go upstairs then. I'll be up soon. I just wanted a nightcap."
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| Cristobal | Mo-jo? |
Fri Oct 03 |
Cristobal peers at K'jjara for a moment. In a dry tone, He says in Klingon, "You work fast. Churas was aboard for weeks before I was pursuing her." He grins and makes his way towards the exit. K'jjara narrows her eyes after Cristobal, growling. "I work nothing!" she snaps, clenching her fist. O'Carroll shrugs, "I'd say he was the one doing the working. Seems to be attempting some.. mo-jo." K'jjara snorts at Cristobal, then blinks several times at O'Carroll. "What is... mo-jo?" the Klingon woman asks hesitantly. "Is it an illness? Is he trying to get me sick? But why?"
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| Gwen Poole | Hee! |
Sat Oct 04 |
Edwards stands in front of the sofa in the main room, next to the small table with the monitor-thingy on it. Not up to much, apparently. Poole enters, wearing t-shirt, plaid pajama pants and those pink bunny slippers. In other words, not dressed for duty. She pauses in the doorway and asks, "You're alive, right?" Edwards looks down at himself, patting his uniform down some. "It seems so." he replies, glancing back up. "Something wrong, Gwen? Nice slippers, by the way." "No, nothings wrong..." Gwen does seem quite relieved though. Then her combadge goes off. She digs it out of her pocket and looks to Edwards, "Sorry I bugged you..." Poole leaves the quarters to have a com conversation just outside and doesn't hear Edwards sneak up on her. As she finishes the com call.... Poole freezes. Then turns and glances over her shoulder, "Um.... Michael. Hi." Edwards can't help but chuckle at that. "I didn't catch you doing anything wrong, relax." He smiles. "I just wanted to say thanks for stopping by. You're welcome back any time." "... I just wanted to make sure you were alright," Poole says as an explanation, turning fully about to face Edwards. "And I may take you up on that. I imagine you know some of what's on my mind lately... having experienced a good part of it with Bela." "I have an idea." Edwards comments. "But remember, Orion women become docile when pregnant. Humans, on the other hand... You scare me enough without crazy hormones." It's a joke! Honest. Poole makes a face. It includes a sticking out of the tongue. If she were more ornery, she'd give him the finger, but she doesn't. Instead she just steps close and kisses his cheek. "Good night." Poole nods and starts off down the corridor. In bunny slippers. She's -so- strange. And just so darn cute! Edwards turns and steps back into his quarters.
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| Haven | Who knew.. |
Sun Oct 05 |
Laikan nods agreement. "Fair enough. What was the name of the Tie Cheese contact again?" Haven blinks, a smile curling her lips. "Tie Cheese?" She shakes her head. "Tai Chi," she repeats so the pronunciation is correct. "Ensign Donavon." Meg, the Tie Cheese Queen.
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| Hurley | Do you know the Pasta King? |
Sun Oct 05 |
Leap and a spring and a bounce and a jig, a wild mad jig is done by the Irish lass who brays to the heavens. "It's a PASTA MAKING LAD!!" Ehem! She coughs into her fist, flushes and sits back down. As calmly and serious as possible she replies with, "Yuir Grandfather cooks pasta." Hurley watches in almost horror as Meg jigs in her room. Finally, she draws in a breath and.. very.. carefully says, "I'll.. ask him to cook for you, then. On the condition that.." she eyeshifts towards the nearest exit, then back towards Meg, "you don't hurt him when you do that." Donavon blinks, "Hurt him during a jig? Hmmm dat's a good idea!" Hurley does the only thing that can be done at the moment. A la Harris, she facepalms. It's easy to see to whom she's related.
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| Magret | Not gonna say it... |
Sun Oct 05 |
Magret stands still behind Isole, blinking repeatedly. She says in Centauran, "They think something might be wrong that they can fix in their boxers?" Blink. She says in Centauran, "Pardon me while I resist making a joke out of respect for the gravity of the situation."
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| Caeli | Only Ghorev. |
Mon Oct 06 |
Palra says, "Yes, I was awareof this. Commander Ghorev approached me last night while I was working out and we had a talk. He very politely threatened me about the diliberate slander of anyones good name and told me how he felt about it."
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| K'jjara | Fast moving Centaurians |
Mon Oct 06 |
K'jjara watches after Golden, rumbling softly. When he is gone from sight, she then returns her attention to the Centaurian. "I don't bite," the woman says, then adds, "Well, actually, I do. But I won't bite you." Laikan seems almost disappointed. "Well, I won't bite you either, then."
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| Caeli | A night on the town |
Mon Oct 06 |
Havaris catches up the ball once the last of the officers have cleared the room. He turns about and marches off the court, shoving open the doors to go striding rather directly for the exit. Welcome to Havaris' sport as Pretense. Caeli blinks a few times, turning to follow Havaris' movement. "You didn't want to play?" he asks. "I never play," Havaris notes to Caeli as he walks on by, "ask my wife." Meow. Chuckling dryly, Havaris continues on out the doors. Thus did Zip chase /everyone/ out of the Fitness Center and its immediate environs.
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| Fortunae | Watch Your Back |
Tue Oct 07 |
Quin inhales deeply "Yes. Let's go" he eyes Tera's backside as she goes... /damn/ good thing she's not a Betazoid. . o O Quin thinks "Mhh mmmhh mmmmhmm. Who ever goes home to that at night is a lucky, lucky man."
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| Medes | You're... welcome? |
Wed Oct 08 |
From Medes's comm badge, Cristobal says, "Mid-year OERs are coming up. Whatever you said on the peer review you wrote for me before didn't get me demoted or discharged, so I figure it'd be safe to ask you again."
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| Vez | Eternal Constants |
Wed Oct 08 |
Takamura breaks his stoicism by quirking an eyebrow at Vez. "My wife, sir? I'm not married. At least not in this timeline, sir. But, I'm pleased to hear that we worked well together." His expression, however, remains professioanl, despite the topic of his private life. Vez throws up her hands a little at that. "Okay, that's it. Friar Tak, I want a goddamned rundown of who /is/ and who /isn't/ married on this station so I /stop doing /that/./ Yesterday Lt. Havaris had to tell me that apparently Idrani and Ghorev split up in your timeline, thankfully I didn't make some offhanded reference to the Commander." She pauses for a moment, then looks at Poole for a minute. "Harris and Turtledove. Yes or no?" Poole makes a face, "Ewww. No." Whoops, she recovers a second or two late and straightens up, trying to act dignified. "In my timeline, they've been dating for months," Vez replies drily, and then shoots off, "Stewart and O'Carroll.. and, er, Donavon? This... week, damn playboy that James is?" And yes, she appears to be totally serious. "Again... Ewww," Poole says before she can really stop herself. Sighing, she just shakes her head and says, "I don't think James is dating anyone... to my knowledge." Takamura raises the other brow to join the first. "No, sir. Ensign Stewart keeps to himself. Now would you like that rundown now or shall I prepare a report for you, sir?" Vez laughs a little bit at that and shakes her head. "I find /that/ hard to believe. The James I know has a bit of a... streak in him. Girls seem to like it. Go figure." She pauses, then queries of Poole, "Ghorev and Idrani are a no-go, right. How about the Captain? He managed to keep a girlfriend yet?" She raises a hand to Takamura in a belaying motion. One second. "No, not as such," Poole says with a slight smirk. Her PADD goes off then, in her pocket, and she brings it out to read. Vez snorts, and deadpans, "Well. /Some/ things never change, at least."
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| Caeli | Untitled. |
Wed Oct 08 |
Into his comm badge, Caeli says, "Hey, Nev? Do me a favor?" From Caeli's comm badge, Nevaren says, "Uhm.. Sure thing, Zip. As long as it doesn't involve mayonaise."
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| Fortunae | Paranoid, but Living it up, aye si |
Fri Oct 10 |
Takamura gets the team outside and begins to glance around his surroundings to get his bearings. Once he's established which direction is north, he motions for the rest of the group to come along. Quietly, he reminds his teammates. "Remember, we're supposed to be relaxing. Try to look like we're having fun, but keep your eyes peeled for observers."
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| Hostile Female | New Applications Daily! |
Fri Oct 10 |
The cabby scrunches up his features as if thinking of a mental map of the city... "You guys look a little long in the tooth for High School, you there for recruitment? Don't you usually wear uniforms for that? Oh! Let me guess, checking out the senior applicants on the low down so they don't know you're watching them, sort of the Native Environment thing huh? That's great, do you guys still give out pens? I had one once, damn good pen, then I lost it. Do you have any extras?" Park settles back and grins a little bit. Sometimes its a good thing not to be in charge. . o O Quin thinks "Oh... if there was ever a time for the heavy stun setting it's now."
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| S'veralis | I said Warm up not... |
Fri Oct 10 |
S'veralis shakes her head as she bends at the wasit as if she is trying to lay her torso on the ground. She turns her head sideways towards him, "I would suggest you warm up, otherwise you may hurt yourself." Her tone is like that of an instructor to a student. Bending her elbows she brings her hands to rest on the grass level with her shoulders and pushes up, at the same time she beginsto move her feet, inching herself up to a standing position, "You are medical personnel are you not? Seris nods "Combat medic for the rapid response team," he says as he begins to disrobe.
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| S'veralis | He said it I didn't |
Fri Oct 10 |
Seris chuckles "I *am* in for it, aren't I," he asks. "Computer, Terran Bowie knife," he asks, an instant before a largeish simple blade appears near him. He picks it up and holds it in a basic grip. It's all about blatant power with this one isn't it? Maybe he's compenstating for something...
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| Gwen Poole | The Question |
Fri Oct 10 |
"The color is ... spectacular," Poole says, reaching out to touch the fabric. "... But, do you think it makes my butt look big?" ... Dern it, she's gone and asked the question. Smith says, "No." Good answer! Poole nods and says, "Mark this one as well... next one then?"
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| Medes | Whaaaat? |
Sat Oct 11 |
"Aye," Poole says with a smile, stepping behind Medes before she says, "Computer, begin basic phaser marksmenship test level 1..." "Heh. Yeah. Better get out of the blast radius first," Medes mutters playfully, and then the targets start up, and she shuts up.
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| Atlin | The trick is obscure yells. |
Sun Oct 12 |
After a long streak of Failures... Cross laughs out to Donavon. "It'll be a long night." He says moving up to find another solid to shoot. He leans down and lines it up before smirking to himself. "Weedoggy!" He says as he shoots. <CONTEST> Cross contests his Gaming (Pool) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds! "Hoot'in'nanny," pipes in Meg. "Finally! Someone else shot. Time to get this game on the road." From the line of shot glasses, two are tossed back eagerly. Cross stands up and just laughs at himself. He shakes his head as he walks over to drink one of his shots before he walks around to line up a solid. "Yeeehaa!" He calls out as he shoots again. <CONTEST> Cross contests his Gaming (Pool) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
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| Medes | Dignity Personified |
Sun Oct 12 |
Medes's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Lt Commander Gwen Poole to Lieutenant JG Medes." Tapping her comm badge, Medes says, "Go ahead, Gwen." From Medes's comm badge, Gwen Poole sounds glum, "So... the results are in." Into her comm badge, Medes pauses for a moment, then says, "... and?" She's used to the old bait-and-switch, after all. Remember how Balin promoted her? From Medes's comm badge, Gwen Poole sighs. Damn Balin for ruining this. "Perfect. Three." Into her comm badge, Medes pauses for a moment, and then... "YES! YES! HOO-RAH!" Loud foot-thumps accompany this. Is she... dancing? "YES!" A pause, and she clears her throat, then continues in a perfectly officerial voice. "Sir. Thank you, sir."
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| Caeli | I suppose I asked for that one. |
Mon Oct 13 |
Caeli is visibly startled - thus the little jump - but he turns around, beaming a broad smile to The Littlest Engineer. "Theeea. You look marvelous this evening. Who did your outfit?" Notice the suave leaning one elbow on the bar, and crossing one ankle over the other. Cheerful! Poole offers Medes a wave, "Oy Ms. Perfect Three. Join us for sweet and sour fruity drinks?" She smiles over to Caeli, "You too, Zip. You're one of the girls after all."
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| Caeli | Suckerrrr. |
Mon Oct 13 |
Laikan widens his eyes slightly and moves away from the bar. He moves through the crowd in search of a familiar face. Laikan ends up getting lured into a round of pool by two unemployed klingon "bodyguards." Silly Laikan.
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| Kireth | To each their own. |
Mon Oct 13 |
As the station rotates, the anomaly passes out of view. The red alert klaxon sounds throughout the station. Kireth sighs, and starts brewing up another pot of coffee.
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| Crayn | Now the Truth comes out.. |
Tue Oct 14 |
Lanie also has coffee. Because it's the most popular drink on the station apparently. She turns toward Seris and laughs a bit at him, but then spies Crayn and sobers a little. She tries not to look over at him, glancing back at Seris. "Well maybe we should both practice a little hand-to-hand combat. I could be better than I am. I'm quick but not too strong. And it might come in handy. I mean, if you get the time-- don't make that face. It's just coffee. It's supposed to be awful. It's what keeps you awake. Not the caffiene, the taste."
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| Seris | Cadets Gone Wild |
Tue Oct 14 |
Ever see the movie Spies Like Us? The Doctor-Doctor-Doctor scene? Lanie, having actually watched Really Old Films back home because it's something her father enjoys, gets flashes of that. "Cadet," she offers to Laiken and Hurley, her hands still pushing up her cleavage. "Kaitlyn Lanie. And if you're asking if you can touch them," she says to Jameson, "I'm gonna have to tell you to wait until I'm too intoxicated to care. Apparently a few shots of some sort of whiskey is enough to do it." She glances after Seris. "Oh, that reminds me. I got a half hour in the holodeck starting... two minutes ago." She stands up, grabs her PADD and travel mug. Hurley, rather dumbfounded just... watches Lanie for a moment, looks down to her own chest, then back to the Cadet Gone Wild. Wide-eyed, she simply looks towarsd the one encouraging her and raises an eyebrow. Somethings are just to .. strange .. to ask about.
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| Golden | Support from the Peanut Gallery |
Wed Oct 15 |
Isole lopes into the Neutral Zone to heap on the self-abuse. No, no by drinking a lot. But by reminding herself that she -can't-. Now that's abuse. She makes straight for the bar, too, two parts pluck and one part dander. All of it up. She drops onto a seat and swats the countertop before declaring for all to hear, "Slagging-no-good-rusted-out-outmoded-juice-pumping Jem'Ha-Slagging-dar!" There. "How'm I doing, trying to be all Fleetish." There is a gale of hearty laughter from some of the traders near the bar.
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| Zuh'raah'do | Stop right there, buddy! |
Wed Oct 15 |
O'Rielly steps into the Neutral Zone looking around. He is dressed in his usual off duty outfit at the moment as he heads towards the bar. Milara makes a sneering face at a patron who is getting a little too friendly.
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| Lanie | Yes. God blushes! |
Wed Oct 15 |
"I could cross-train you on a different console," Poole says to Lanie, rubbing at cheeks that've starting flushing pink. Lanie can't help but giggle at the thought that /Poole/ can /blush/. She stifles it as much as she can though. "What'd you have in mind?" "Always useful to have flight control experience," Poole notes, "Or sciences..." More rubbing at her cheeks. Stop blushing. Now! Gah! Crayn nods. "I'll be free after my shift." He smiles, realizing that God does actually blush. "I'll let you know then." He heads for the exit, a 'Good Going' wink in Lanie's direction. "Thank you... Mr. Crayn..." Poole sighs and finally gives in to the blushing. "... It's this pregnancy... -stupid- glow."
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| Caeli | Life With The Pooles |
Thu Oct 16 |
"I'll sleep in the morning... before the surgery," Gwen answers, moving over to her sister for an obligatory good bye hug and kiss on the cheek. She does the same to Caeli, then returns to Eisak and Nevaren..... she grips one each of their ears and leads them towards the door. "Say goodnight, you lot."
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| S'veralis | Harry Potter meets ST |
Thu Oct 16 |
Randal waves the tool over the lock, like a magic wand. It is, in fact, a brief act of showmanship preceding his pointing the tool at a spot in the lower central part of the breached locking panel. He presses the control stud in a rapid sequence, which causes the tool to whir, which in turn causes the panel's indicator to flash a dull orange. And then, the door makes a faint click as it unseals. "Allohamora. Heh." He mutters smugly, a smirk gracing his features.
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| Seris | Thank Goodness for Mediocrity |
Fri Oct 17 |
THANKFULLY, I'm a mediocre telepath because I'm not sure I want to know what belongs in place of the elipse: . o O Lanie thinks "Wow. Klingon's got some big ..."
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| Shaft | Who does your tailoring? |
Sat Oct 18 |
LeClerque comes strutting his way into the Neutral Zone, pausing only to admire a pleasant backside belonging to a Security Ensign on her way out of the bar. His eyebrows lift, his head ticks, and he continues right on ahead with a more pronounced spring in his step, "Say what you will of the colors of those uniforms, you simply /must/ admire the tailoring." Palmer looks up from his reading, taps a key and has the PADD blink into hibernation mode. Top Secret Manuals of Child Rearing. Must protect at all costs. Turning around, he looks at the new arrival with a bemused smile. "Tailoring?" "Tailoring! Aye, tailoring. Occan girls -- and I admit my biases -- have superior posteriors to the majority of the ladies gracing this otherwise fine airtight tin can. But what they lack in plum fruitiness they more than make up for in tight pants." LeClerque hops up onto the stool and raps the bar twice. "Bourbon, then." There is a gale of hearty laughter from some of the traders near the bar.
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| Regina | Poor guy. |
Sun Oct 19 |
Across town at the Grub and Pub, James sees that Madison has started sprinting once around the hallway that leads to the lavaratories... running for the door under the green sign that says EXIT in the English that will become Federation Standard.... "For the love of..." Stewart reaches into his jacket to pull his Type I free from the mishmash of actual reporting gear, palming the thing in his hand for the moment. And he takes off in pursuit of Madison, muttering, "Why do they always run? Why don't they ever try to hide? I like it when they hide. It's less effort."
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| Tyler Crewman | Thanks for Clarifying... |
Sun Oct 19 |
Edwards grabs at the doorframe, making sure he doesn't lose his footing. After he steadies himself and watches the fourth commando tag Malloy, he raises his own phaser and snaps a shot off at him. The commando, that is. Not Malloy.
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| Olara | Kinder, gentler skull-cracking |
Sun Oct 19 |
Havaris takes a step backwards. That's all it takes, really. His expression, either ferocious or cold all this while shifts to one of pity. Commiserate pity. It's a horrible, horrible thing, this. He spends only a moment watching her, face down on the floor, and slowly lifts his bar up over his head. He's speak, if he could. As it stands, his eyes just soften a touch in bringing the bar back down again at the soft pit just behind the back of her skull.
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| Niel | Smart or not? You be the judge |
Mon Oct 20 |
There's a haunting note to Poole's voice as she replies, "You have no idea. I am just glad to put all of that business behind us." And then the silence owns her again, until she breaks it voluntarily. Her question is asked in absolute seriousness, "Alright... be honest... Has my butt always been this big?" Cristobal arches an eyebrow. His eyes don't lower their focus a single millimeter as he replies, "You've met my wife, right?" "Yes," Poole says, still waiting for Cristobal's answer. Cristobal says, "Then you realize that were I to have taken the time in the recent past to create a frame of reference suitable for answering your question, I would have been placing my life in jeopardy." "... So what you're saying is... it -has- been this big the entire time and I just never noticed," Poole says, looking disappointed. Cristobal asks, "Are they tight in your rear or in your front?" and immediately realizes he really shouldn't have said any of that. He lifts his mug from the table, ready to drop it if he needs to tap his combadge and call security.
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| Cristobal | The previous scene, with an added |
Mon Oct 20 |
It's out of context, as Nev was talking to someone else, but it has to be shown. There's a haunting note to Poole's voice as she replies, "You have no idea. I am just glad to put all of that business behind us." And then the silence owns her again, until she breaks it voluntarily. Her question is asked in absolute seriousness, "Alright... be honest... Has my butt always been this big?" Cristobal arches an eyebrow. His eyes don't lower their focus a single millimeter as he replies, "You've met my wife, right?" "Yes," Poole says, still waiting for Cristobal's answer. You say, "Then you realize that were I to have taken the time in the recent past to create a frame of reference suitable for answering your question, I would have been placing my life in jeopardy." "... So what you're saying is... it -has- been this big the entire time and I just never noticed," Poole says, looking disappointed. Cristobal blinks. "I believe I was saying that I am incapable of answering your question with any degree of accuracy." Cristobal looks around nervously. Nevaren chuckles faintly. "Not many people notice... Only me because teh difference is so profound."
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| Lux | Culture Gaps |
Mon Oct 20 |
"Thank you, Lux..." Poole says that smile of hers. The one that shows just how much she appreciates what the Ferengi just said. "Want to feel the tummy?... I'm not really showing all that much yet, but..." Lux blanches a bit... "Umm...the tummy? I'll of course need your express verbal acknowledgement that my hands touching your afore mentioned "Tummy" will in no way negatively affect the development of the before mentioned child that you are currently carrying, and/or impact said child's ultimate Womb Rent figure. In return for these assurances the corporate entity of Lux and his/its' holdings wave all responsibility for any positive effects of the afore mentioned hand coming into contact with the afore mentioned entity hereto and forewith referred to as tummy." Is it obvious that regardless of this Ferengi's personal political views that he comes from a society that until recently has had only a limted understanding of females as a whole?
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| Spect | A little nervous Ensign? |
Mon Oct 20 |
Ghorev proceeds down into the command well. And ... finds someone sitting there. Ghorev frowns. "Ensign." Ghorev seems to be indicating Naser with his furrowed-brow glance and appropriate questioning tone. Naser stands, announcing the arrival of the XO formally, stepping down from his post at the command chair. "Commander on deck." He nods, "My apologies, sir. I was asked to keep watch, and I am a line officer." Naser heads out of Operations and into the main corridor. Naser has left. Naser has arrived. <OOC> Naser says "Whoops, wrong command." I don't know, I thought it was funny.
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| Gellan | Modern medicine |
Mon Oct 20 |
Vala still smiles, "Well if you would like, I can get out a few tools that will have you giving out blood curdling screams."
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| Vala | Loni's Angels |
Tue Oct 21 |
Haven perks a brow at Oren. "2 Hours? Wow.. can I have a ticket to visit your reality?" Oh boy, Loni's in rare form tonight. She smiles at him, a look of the purest innocence on her feature. Can't you hear the angels in Heaven weeping at the purity of the look?
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| Donavon | Smart move |
Tue Oct 21 |
"Why is it humans never quote Kahless," Gr'laH counters -- then concedes, "unless they marry my daughter." Cristobal says, "Because he stole all his lines from Shakespeare, of course," trying to stifle a grin. Vor'mak turns to Cristobal and glares openly. "I should HOPE your wife does not allow such blasphemy spoken in her house. The human poet was good, but he can not be compared to Kahless the Unforgettable!" "That's why I come down /here/ to needle Gr'laH," Cristobal quips.
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| Raijin | Delightfully Oblivious |
Tue Oct 21 |
"The State was a quote infering to the Senior Staff. I believe the Ambassador's Honor Guard used the generality on the populace of the Federation," says Donavon in passing. "I would think the latter would have looked past generalities especially when his Ambassador tired of the savage one about Klingons." Shoulders shrug. "But I suppose it is a matter of perspective and opinion. So as an undiscipline, ignorant security officer, I'll see if I can find my way back to my quarters without tripping over my feet and getting reprimanded." It isn't the senior staff she's defending, it's the good officers in the Federation. "I imagine things ran smoothly. Send them Klingons dressed as humans and they treat you like a pet. Look at that Klingon, quoting Emerson. /Very/ good, Ambassador! Look how he courts their women and speaks their language and drinks their drinks and eats their food. If we acted in chambers as we should by rights, I'd have eaten Meridian's tongue before Balin kicked his smarmy backside three sectors distant like a forgotten affair." Gr'laH rocks a bit at the punch and peers aside at Cristobal, "Do you need me to draw you a /map/, you ignoramus? Your state drafts your laws. Starfleet enforces them on the frontiers. Your commander in chief is Kor. I have met him. He gives you your orders through the Join Chiefs and they to the Admiralty and so on to Whitehorse and then to Balin who does not so much lead as ingratiate, leaving tasks to an underanked Ghorev whose penchant for quoting Thomas Moore is as banal as is the whining wheezing of his nasal cavities when he sighs. The people elected your Kor who executes your government who draft your laws which you execute here by the order of your senior staff and the mandate of the Federation Charter, 'Let there be a force beholden...' and by that, more or less, Nathan Cristobal, Lt. JG, Starfleet? My points are made. The treaties your Council signs are here broken. The General orders of Starfleet are here violated. The tenets of your Charter are here pissed upon. And you smilingly achieve it daily by the will of a handfull of your confederates who toy with the Galaxy's future like children with twigs. And then lie to me about it. So, perhaps, before you get too conceited you might think for a moment about what I know and what you do not know and rather than serve as Acting Anything consider just who you must call peers." Vor'mak eyes Donavon before looking back to Gr'laH and asking, "Did she just insult me?"
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| Seris | Am I Chopped Liver? |
Tue Oct 21 |
There's that winking thing again. Lanie isn't /not/ gonna notice the hottest guy on the station winking at her. Well, one of the hottest. Okay, so he's cute. Sorta. Kinda. If you're into that type. Which Lanie isn't. Nope. Not one bit. So she plays it off absently, waving a hand as if nothing much matters. "I'm alright. And enjoying myself as much as can be expected for working for a bear like Poole," she says with a grin, the last bit louder because she does indeed notice the beacon of walking sex vibes that just walked into the room. Wow. Poole could be the girl on the cover of the trashy romance novel that sits on the table next to Lanie.
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| Magret | Well, go figure. |
Tue Oct 21 |
Quiet beeping sounds come from Laikan's PADD as he manpulates data with the skill of a - uh - data manipulator.
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| Taevan | Once more, with feeling |
Tue Oct 21 |
Zuh'raah'do nods to K'net-mauri, then Lux. "We are a reasonable people." Zuh says this with a straight face. GAME: Zuh'raah'do spends a courage point.
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| Lanie | Taco Bell's new spokesperson? |
Wed Oct 22 |
<< NOTE: This is during unarmed combat practice. :) >> And the both of them go down, Poole on top. She pins Lanie's hands to the ground with hers and puts all of her weight on Lanie's midsection. Nope, no getting out of this one. Freakishly strong is this little rabid chihuahua.
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| Golden | OPSEC, OPSEC, OPSEC |
Thu Oct 23 |
Over Golden's com badge, Gwen Poole says, "A possibility. Although Cadet Lanie -just- got my desk the way I like it. ... Maybe I'll have her help with those arrangements." Into his com badge, Golden says, "I'm sure if you are careful, ma'am, your stockpile of fudge marshmellow cookies hidden in the secret drawer will not be disturbed." Over Golden's com badge, Gwen Poole is silent on the other end of the com. "Who told you about those?"
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| Siri | Yep. He's in Security. |
Sun Oct 26 |
. o O Vimes thinks "... oh where did she put my bloody coffee mug..." . o O Vimes feels Frustration.
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| Regina | The Dignity of Rank |
Sun Oct 26 |
Down at the foot of the pyramid, Edwards jerks his unburnt shoulder out of the way behind the pillar at the last minute, narrowly avoiding a scorching disruptor blast. "Damnit." He leans to the side, bringing up his phaser rifle and aiming it toward the Romulan that fired at him. "Ha ha! You missed me!"
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| Haven | Don't dis the Mouse! |
Sun Oct 26 |
On the walkway partway up the pyramid, Groma gives a loud snarl as phaser splashes against him. He grunts slugging for a moment then pulling back behind the pillar as more fire splashes. He gives a slight snarl and bahs, "That all you got! You shall all fall, like your hero Mickey Mouse!" He half shouts leaning back around to fire another shot at Edward. On the walkway partway up the pyramid, <CONTEST> Groma (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Disruptor) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Dramatically Fails!
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| Siri | Fear! |
Sun Oct 26 |
... Talking to Gr'laH... Dasan sips her chocolate and adds, "This is my sister, Ambassador." She smiles. "My older sister, I'll add. Though now that I've said that, today might be a good day for me to die."
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| Vala | Can't you feel the love? |
Mon Oct 27 |
O'Rielly is also sitting near the chopped bolian
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| S'veralis | Truth is in the text |
Mon Oct 27 |
"Gweeeeeennnn!" Chere groans, barely sparing a glance for this whole unintentional assault thing. After all, t here are more important things to concentrate on. She moves over towards her sister, more slowly now, apparently having decided that a chase through the halls wasn't going to help the situation any. A young ensign carefully sidesteps one of the bar's more drunken patrons.
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| Caeli | Timing is everything |
Mon Oct 27 |
Over Caeli's com badge, Haven says, "On my way. Haven out." Caeli's com badge clicks as Haven drops off channel. The channel closes. Haven arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her. Haven has arrived. Edwards gives a leery glance at Caeli's combadge. "Did it have to be her?"
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| Crayn | How To Disable An Opponent |
Tue Oct 28 |
S'veralis's legs wrap around Crayns neck and the abdominal muscles flex again as she allows the momentum of the move to bring her to where it looks like she is sitting on the SF officers shoulders, but her hands do not grip his head instead they both strike at Crayns forehead.... Crayn blinks, and if anyone could see his face, he'd be blushing profusely.. "Um.." he says muffled.. "Now that's a nice way to disable an opponent." Luckily he's large, and thick, and can withstand the weight. "Now.. How do we get you down without hurting either of us, or making this even more embarassing?" S'veralis chuckles softly in response but she does not say anything, instead she snaps down once again putting her back against Crayns torso and body, her arms extending to touch the ground and give her support...now it is decision time. Does she complete the move, or just let him go...this is a demo for Lanie so she chooses the former as her legs tighten around Crayns neck..... ... and launch Crayn, behind over teakettle, as he lands on his back. The Uhlan is now... sitting... on his face...... Again, he's muffled.. "Um..." He's still blushing.. "If we keep meeting like this, I'm going to have to ask you out..I mean.. there are some doctors who never get this close to their patients." He jokes, trying to make light of the situation, but also hoping not to insult the uhlan. He has all respect for her.. Really.. and he's not just saying that because she's sitting on his face... S'veralis looks down at Crayn and laughs. She pats him along side his cheek, what is exposed of it really. She relaxes her legs and slips free of the officers body. "Some may not consider it close..in that manner." she says wrily, "I killed a Klingon with that manuver." Lanie asks under her breath, "Did he die happy?" Crayn chuckles as he stands up, still beet red.. "And she dispatches her victims, as they smile all the while."
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| S'veralis | Discretion is the better part... |
Tue Oct 28 |
Lanie waves a hand to S'veralis. See? She does that a lot. It's like a Lanie motion. "Naw. You should go. It'd be an experience. And Jo just said he didn't have anyone to go with..." Big wink to Crayn there. Crayn blinks and makes a hasty exit..
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| Gwen Poole | The Dignity of Rank |
Tue Oct 28 |
Edwards straightens in his chair. "Well that's not insulting at all." "It wasn't meant to be," Poole says softly, shutting down her PADD. . o O Gwen Poole thinks "Yes it was! NYEAH NYEAH!"
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| Havaris | A Whale of a Tail? |
Wed Oct 29 |
Cross keeps his hand over his face and flinches his head to the left. Klingon butt! No! Flexible..what?! He tries to think of something else, anything else, then image flashes into his head and grumbles to himself. "Gee thanks brain for remembering that." He moves straight forward and through them to keep his red face low. "Excuse me. Pardon me." He says quietly as he moves for the turbolift. Medes' behind, Klingon behind and now Poole's underwear. And here All he wanted was a golf game!
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| S'veralis | Drat them eavedroppers |
Thu Oct 30 |
Leah seems to be spurred on by whatever Dakin replied with and counters him softly. There is a gale of hearty laughter from some of the traders near the bar.
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| Randal | What's that supposed to mean? |
Thu Oct 30 |
At your table, Randal shrugs. "Anyway, maybe a relationship will do the Ambassador's disposition some good. I can't imagine he was pleasant to deal with during the..." He makes a sing-song whistle and flips an index finger in a back and forth gesture. "You know." He smirks. At your table, Cross coughs out, more like chokes out as he was drinking from his mug during Randal's comment. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and falls quiet. At your table, Cristobal arches an eyebrow at Cross. He notes, "I think Randal was talking about the time-shift. Not...that." At your table, Randal glances toward Cross, then toward Cristobal. A slow grin creeps onto his features. "Not... what?"
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| Medes | Freudian Typo? |
Thu Oct 30 |
Havaris tilts his head to the side for a moment and grins widely. His own hands flutter briefly before he lifts a single finger and waggles it indicatively. He winks with that done before looking back over to Stewart with a parting laughter. Done being Deaf Woman and Husband of Dead Woman now, really. "How are you, James? And thank you for the ale." Havaris pulls his glass closer and takes a sip, grin set to wry.
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| Regina | Starfleet Courage |
Thu Oct 30 |
. o O Javits thinks "The musketeer at his best, defending against evil doers! I'm just glad this is holographic, or I'd be running the opposite way as fast as my legs could carry me!"
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| Zuh'raah'do | Say that again? |
Thu Oct 30 |
Reytara replies to something the Nausicaan said before the door opened, apparently. "I do not understand the purpose of this gathering, Ambassador." He gives the Romulans a respectful nod. Zuh'raah'do glances over his shoulder for a moment, then back to the Romulan. "It is a Terran custom called Halloween. It is a time when they believe the dead rise from the grave and give children candy. You are supposed to dress in a costume to hide your identity from vengeful spirits." Reytara looks curiously at Zuh'raah'do. "I am rapidly coming to believe that most humans are not very bright.", he replies.
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| Golden | Hail to the King |
Fri Oct 31 |
Lux's Halloween costume You see before you a thin, well dressed Ferengi. He is tall for his species, standing at a good 5'8 or '9. This effect is intensified by his scarecrowlike frame. His skin is the color of a pumpkin, he has a mouth full of teeth well filed to razorlike points and the bald, bulbous head so common among his kind. If you are prone to noticing this sort of thing, this Ferengi has very well formed lobes. He presents as animated and pleasant albiet with that certain barracuda-like quality that just seems to go with being a Ferengi. His bright, deep-set yellow eyes generally dart about his surroundings taking in information and giving the distinct impression that this little orange man misses very little. Tonight Lux sports an outfit that really only a Ferengi could actually find and purchase in this day and age. He is decked out in a large, white jumpsuit of some sort, with a large V-neck collar. Gaudy rhinestones sparkle their way down each arm of the suit as well as down each leg making him look a little like a shuttle landing strip. The pants flare out into wide bell-bottoms overtop of tall platform boots of the same shade of bright white. Around the Ferengi's waits is a ridiculously wide white leather belt with a glittery rhinestone rendition of the Ferengi Alliance's sigyl for a belt buckle. On his back is sprawled some sort of winged firebird design of rather questionable taste. Gold medallions hang on his chest and his fingers are adorned with even larger and gaudier rings than usual. He sports a pair of yellow tinted aviator shades over his eyes and atop his bald bulbous head perches the most disturbing thing of all. A jet black pompador wig complete with false sideburns. All in all the costume is so convincing that were he not bright orange, possessing of a wrinkled nose, a mouthfull of jagged well-filed fangs and a pair of ears that put most covert sensor arrays to shame sticking out of the side of his head one might well think that the King was born again.
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| Seris | Switch To Decaf? |
Tue Nov 04 |
Someone likes their coffee! :) Hurley watches Cross for what seems like forever. Of course, it's also been forever since she ordered her mocha and it still hasn't arrived either. Finally, without warning, Chrissy throws her arms around Michael's shoulders and falls into a hug, whether he wants it or not and releases the rush of tears and cries onto his shoulder. "I just want my coffee.." she stutters through sobs.
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| Lux | Ferengi on Literature |
Wed Nov 05 |
"That he (Shakespeare) did, and laugh too. I mean, Shylock demands a pound of some Venitian rube's flesh but is so stupid that he doesn't even put a blood and muscle clause into the contract." He laughs. "Now that's comedy."
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| Siri | Benevolent Toddlers |
Wed Nov 05 |
. o O Jiasha holds Seris is rather high esteem, even moreso, now that she's seen him work. Nua is just terribly happy that the howling is gone. She's even willing to let Mauno sleep at her house again tonight.
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| Donavon | There's a first |
Fri Nov 07 |
Gr'laH lumbers into the Warp Core with a vague look of glum on his features. Very vague. And as Klingon Glum is still capable of spurious eviscerations, it might not translate well. He plods across the Warp Core to find himself a seat on a stool and notes, "Raktajino. With whipped cream." A pause. "Two." In the midst of it all, Harris turns and looks at Gr'laH, raising an eyebrow. His expression says it all, really - 'I've fought Klingons on land, in the air, and in space. I've brawled with them in bars. They've stabbed, punched, and shot at me... but, up until today, I have never heard one order -anything- with whipped creme. Ever.' Of course, this is all summed up in about two seconds of stunned silence, and then he orders his latte from the server behind the counter, if only because he's smooth like that.
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| Gr'laH | Family Matters... sort of. |
Fri Nov 07 |
Gr'laH taps the com terminal. "Ambassador Gr'laH to Lieutenant JG Cristobal." Over the terminal, someone says, "Lieutenant JG Cristobal here." Into the com terminal, Gr'laH says, "I won. I assumed you might be curious." Over the terminal, Cristobal says, "Which one did you fight?" Into the com terminal, Gr'laH says, "Both of them at once." Over the terminal, Cristobal says, "That's...disappointing." Into the com terminal, Gr'laH says, "Your support of your father in law is appreciated, Nathan."
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| Havaris | Rapport |
Sat Nov 08 |
"It wasn't," Havaris says, "and that's some cold comfort." Havaris sucks the data from his terminal to his PADD and begins to purge out his terminal. So much for that. "I wanted to thank you, by the way." Cristobal nods and takes a quietly longing look at the data on his terminal before sending it off to never never land. (Just to note, he does /not/ transfer it to the second star to the right. That's /Orion/ you chucklehead!) Cristobal says, "No worries sir," a light grin on his face, "It's my job." Havaris glances back to Cristobal, "You don't know what I'm thanking you for." Cristobal shrugs and says, "Not specifically, but I can think of a few things. You'll specify what, of course, but I just thought I'd presume a general gratitude for all my wonderfulness." "Yeah," Havaris says before quieting for a moment. He adds perfectly deadpan a moment later, "It's a really short list, though."
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| Spider | Plan B |
Sun Nov 09 |
. o O Havaris thinks "Plan B is 'Make it Up, Havaris'. I like Plan B."
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| Siri | Love or acid reflux? |
Tue Nov 11 |
. o O Lanie feels all bubbled over with happy fuzzy warm lovey feelings. Like Cupid with gas.
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| Javits | Klingon Honesty? |
Thu Nov 13 |
Vor'mak snorts and retorts with, "Pah! Your females would break under a true Klingon warrior and I am amazed /you/ survived your surely numerous ordeals with Churas and your limbs are all intact. Disappointed, as well," he adds belatedly. Vor'mak reveals his Dk'Tagh.
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| Zuh'raah'do | Perils of command |
Thu Nov 13 |
Edwards offers up his most reassuring smile. "Now, I should go and do something to justify my rank." He stands up from his seat. "Have a good nap," Havaris offers without a glance away from the back wall.
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| Cristobal | Do they allow strippers there? |
Sun Nov 16 |
Over Cristobal's com badge, Havaris says, "Robert's getting married tomorrow. We're giving him a party. Come down to Deck One?" Into his com badge, Cristobal pauses. "You're having his bachelor party in Ops?" Over Cristobal's com badge, Havaris says, "Down. To Deck One. Holodeck One." Over Cristobal's com badge, Havaris says, "Not up to Deck One. Operations." Over Cristobal's com badge, Havaris says, "Although, now that you mention it..."
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| Spider | ... what? |
Sun Nov 16 |
Gr'laH is dressed in his Klingon best. Given his level of wealth, his best is pretty darn good. He has very little to say or do with his surroundings, Klingons never were very good with the trappings of life. He does, however, make his way at a stalking lumber towards Harris, drawing up to his side to face the Anomaly through the viewports as well. "Today you begin your greatest adventure," Gr'laH offers quietly aside to the fellow, "I trust you brought a change of underwear."
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| Moore | Don't interrupt the ceremony! |
Sun Nov 16 |
"And if you had been here on time, I would not be angry," Gr'laH replies simply, "let us continue." The Klingon steps back and rounds out moving to resume his position on the Gazebo's dais. He turns back about and calls once more across the hall, "Given the recent arrival of our new guests, I once more ask this question. Who will present this woman to this man. And if anyone but her father volunteers, I will stab then repeatedly in the throat, so help me Kahless."
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| Zeknalrous | Men: The inner conflict |
Tue Nov 18 |
Laikan purposefully aims for that difficult spot though ... to veer around it and follow her would be like admitting defeat! He's a man! Grrr. He won't allow some stupid rock to defeat him. His ego will be his undoing! He must be stopped!
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| Taevan | Role Models |
Tue Nov 18 |
Foster has no objections, not that his thoughts on the matter count here. And he certainly doesn't voice them. He's pretty much becoming part of the scenery. Easy on the eyes kinda scenery, if you're into that, but still, scenery. In that way, he's a male Gwen Poole.
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| S'veralis | What no Smirk? |
Tue Nov 18 |
Taevan is seated placidly at Mauri's right, gracing Poole with the patented Romulan Evil Eye - a blank sort of stare that conveys nothing but makes it clear that the recipient is being watched.
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| Gwen Poole | Mean people suck |
Tue Nov 18 |
And Diplomatic people are MEAN: When senior command enters a room... one usually expects a brash swagger or a purposeful stride, usually followed by arrogance or an air of superiority... depending on whether the officer is Betazoid, Andorian or Michael Edwards. Poole is none of those things and she's practicing for later, so she enters with a pregnant woman's waddle, as previously seen performed by Isole Arnan. It's unpresuming, humble and makes you /want/ to pull her chair out for her to help her. Which Golden does, so she moves to that chair and sits, favoring all of those present with a smile that says 'Here I am! Aren't I cute?' K'net-mauri has absolutely no talent whatsoever for the 'Awww' expression. He doesn't seem to think Poole is cute. But he nods to her. Taevan is, evidently, unmoved by any alleged cuteness of Gwendolyn Poole. For all the rest of the room knows, he might well harbor more protective feelings for a small rock, or perhaps an overweight albino squirrel. The Evil Eye, for its part, is not lessened, only lowered to match Poole's new seating arrangement. Pregnancy does not always insipre that Aw how cute thought, at least not in S'veralis's mind. HEr eyes do follow the Lt. Commander until she is seated, but when she is seated she once again begins to look around the room. Foster is a one-woman man, and that woman isn't Gwen Poole. Strike Four. Not that she's not attractive, but he only thinks about one woman, and she ain't it.
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| Taevan | The Simple Things |
Wed Nov 19 |
Zuh'raah'do doesn't glance at his PADD. It's still in his pocket. And Heller is gone. Life is good.
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| Churas | Cultural Standards |
Sat Nov 22 |
Cristobal nods and says, "Rather embarrassing, really, but I suppose not every office can be up to my standards," he says mock-haughtily, grinning. "Still, they at least show some...similarities. Did you know that on their first date, Harris sprained Donavon's ankle on the holodeck, while she broke his nose?" "How romantic," replies Churas, without the tiniest drop of irony.
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| Medes | Yikes |
Sat Nov 22 |
Harris glances back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything in this sector out to kill us, Commander, or is that just a misconception on my part?" Judging by the look on his face, he's not trying to be funny.
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| Zeknalrous | People who aren't gardners |
Sat Nov 22 |
Kotesh stomps back into the Gardens with antennae muffs in place. And a scowl. He and Kisa are wearing backpacks full of bladed weapons, rope, grapples, picks, shovels, and a small arsenal of gardening implements of doom. The Endilev pauses upon his arrival, noting the smoking ruin of a fair portion of his more beloved fauna. His jaw drops. "You are pruning... /WITH PHASER RIFLES/!?" He's not just incredulous. He's actually angry.
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| Spider | To Defraud, or Not To Defraud |
Sun Nov 23 |
. o O Solok thinks "Of course, the real question is, ''In a situation like this, how much insurance fraud is appropriate?''"
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| Harris | Ferengi Marriage Counseling |
Sun Nov 23 |
Solok chimes in to comment to Harris, "See, your first mistake was to let her wear clothes. Once they think they own clothing, pretty soon they think they own everything in your quarters."
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| Donavon | Inner Reflection |
Mon Nov 24 |
. o O Golden thinks "4 years of Training, three years of field work... do I sit around talking about famous battles? No... I'm talking about weddings and beach fashion. And my girlfriend? She's probably sitting somewhere talking about battles... Funny Ifni, Funny.
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| Zeknalrous | When you care to send the very wor |
Tue Nov 25 |
Cristobal just sips his ale, noting for Kzeviv's benefit, "Frankly, my wife's the diplomatic one in the family." A moment later, when K'net-mauri's comments are translated, he replies, "I am sorry, Ambassador, if I gave the impression that I was baiting the Sublieutenant. In point of fact, I was insulting him. Again, I apologize for the misunderstanding."
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| S'veralis | Men just don't get hints! |
Tue Nov 25 |
Malloy nods to Idrani. "Indeed, Jaylas. For now, we should focus on the contract. Really. I'm missing a point of mandatory backrubs when I come home from a mission actually."
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| Regina | Hey, wait a minute... |
Wed Nov 26 |
"And I want you to do so... and I've told Commander Ghorev. The next testing will be soon... but we have to investigate the ... uh, hostile that you battled. Where it came from. Why it did what it did. Once that is all settled, then there will be no problem -and- I'm going to push for you to be taken to the Neutral Zone, that's our resident bar. Lots and lots of people," Poole says, going all bubbly again. When she realizes what she just did, she sighs. "Will you permit me to cut your hair? And perhaps update your suit?... just for the day, maybe?" Regina looks aside at Poole for a moment, and then back at James. "I /like/ his suit. Is there something wrong with it?" "And my hair?" Moore raises an eyebrow.
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| Malloy | Hazards of working... |
Wed Nov 26 |
... in the food service industry. Poole's at the table in the back, the shadowy one Nevaren tends to frequent when he's in a dark mood. There she sits, face drawn tightly. She's practicing her stiff upper lip, see. And using body language to ward people off, one arm about herself loosely with her other one on the table so she can drum her fingers there. Milara, when she comes over with her tea, gets sent away. Gwen Poole reveals her Type II Phaser.
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| Medes | Priorities |
Thu Nov 27 |
Medes's com badge chirrups. "Lieutenant Javits to Lieutenant JG Medes." Medes taps her com badge. "So we're going to be on the same team, right?"
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| Medes | Hmm. |
Thu Nov 27 |
Into her com badge, Medes says, "No. Monkey." Into her com badge, Medes says, "I hate. That monkey." Over Medes's com badge, Isole says, "Hate the monkey, but he /did/ invent the Warp Drive."
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| Isole | Dirty Talking Engineers |
Thu Nov 27 |
Into the com terminal, Isole says, "Ooh. There's a question. By remote, how? I _want_ a dogbrain so that if we lose manual control, we're not dead in the water. But I'd like redundant control, too. Those can be jammed." Over the terminal, Medes says, "Encrypted signals, Isole. Multi-frequency." Into the com terminal, Isole gives a sound that is likely accompanied by lidded eyes and a shiver, "Say it again, Thea, but this time say it slow."
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| Valen | A Bad Day for Cereal |
Fri Nov 28 |
Havaris paces in at a rather stiff clip, expression somewhat stoney. Someone did a number to his Wheaties.
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| Zeknalrous | That is BAD timing! |
Sat Nov 29 |
Torin nods and hrmms pondering on it, "Mmm naw some of us have thick enough skulls I don't need to worry about head shots." He grins slightly, "I should think on it though...similar problems with unmanned repair units....you don't want one wandering into the bridge to repair a console while your in the middle of a fight."
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| Zeknalrous | You know its bad when... |
Sun Nov 30 |
Novairen almost looks disappointed. All the suites are free. "Lieutenant," she greets. "Let's use holodeck one."
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| Gwen Poole | Lemme use the Restroom first |
Sun Nov 30 |
"Thank you, sir," Poole says and takes a seat. "I guess I should start with what I've been thinking about since Friday evening." Ghorev says, "Please, unless you'll be narrating in real time. In that case, I will require a trip to the washroom first."
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| Gwen Poole | You say Potato, I say... |
Sun Nov 30 |
Kireth raises one of the alleged bars triumphantly. "Yes. Lemon bars. I haven't unpacked the new stocks, yet." Poole holds out a hand for the bar, "This is why the Warp Core is the best." Kireth meets Poole's eyes, giving her the bar. "Lemon bars?" "Nope... good service," Poole says, taking a nibble from the bar. "What other shop owner would go digging around in their stores for a pregnant woman's favorite treat at this time of night?" Kireth deadpans, "A pregnant woman authorized to carry a lethal weapon, whose mood swings make her susceptible to random bits of unpleasantness, and who has the summary authority to put me out of business. /And/ is my only customer at the moment." And then he smiles. "But you know I love it." He slides the tea across the counter, removing the strainer and scooping out the spent tea leaves.
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| Atlin | Crazy Kudzu Days |
Wed Dec 03 |
"I think people are still scared that the eeeeevil plaaaaant is going to come get them." This is offered by Atlin once she gets over her giggles, and that does take some time. Bweehee! Kotesh silly. So cute. She raises her hands at that evil plant pronouncement, wiggling her fingers at him. "Eeeeevil plaaaaaaant." Her hands drop, and then she shrugs. "Maybe we should have a sale or something." "What should we call it? The Evil Plant Closeout sale? The Herbivorous Half-Off-Accessories Sale? Crazy Kudzu Days? Buy My Stuff Or The Plant Will Eat Me?" Kotesh waggles his own hands in the air at these various offerings before clearing the chain out of his lap and placing it back into its bin. He hops down to the floor and paces Atlin's way with a wryly amused sort of look. "Me, I don't much miss the bustle. Sort of nice having the quiet, now and then."
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| Zeknalrous | It's all in the timing! |
Thu Dec 04 |
Cristobal notes for Palra's benefit, "Hormones. Makes pregnant females highly susceptible to emotional urges." After a pause, he adds, "I'm probably going to pay for that, one way or another." Cristobal's com badge chirrups. "Delegate Churas to Lieutenant Cristobal."
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| Palra |