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| Scott Archer | Oct 13 2015, 11:13 AM Post #166 |
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| Thomas Murphy | Oct 14 2015, 07:04 AM Post #167 |
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Thomas shot the man a weird look at his unusual saying as he past him on his way into the house. He turned towards Tom, who had followed behind them and was last in, who simply turned and closed the door behind them. "How did you know he meant that?" He asked a little incredulously. Tom looked up looking a little bewildered that someone was speaking to him. "Huh? What? Oh... I just closed the door. I was last in. It's manners." He beamed a smile and headed into the house, enquiring as to the availability of a cup of juice. Thomas followed on, still looking rather incredulous. |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Oct 22 2015, 04:03 AM Post #168 |
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Phantom grabbed a few of the other RPGers and shielded Janeway and Seven from the superfan's view as they began scanning the apartment with their tricorders, searching for a way back to Voyager. "Wow," said Phantom loudly to cover the beeping. "This is really impressive! How much did all of this cost to build, anyway?" |
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| Scott Archer | Oct 25 2015, 01:20 PM Post #169 |
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NPC The Man "Aye. A coupla thousand. I'm glad you like it. Just lookin' around then?" |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Oct 26 2015, 03:18 AM Post #170 |
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"Oh, yeah," said Phantom. More beeping was now coming from the tricorder, so she let out a fangirlish shriek to cover it and pointed at the nearest glowing panel. "Ooh! Is that what I think it is?" |
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| Scott Archer | Oct 27 2015, 06:35 AM Post #171 |
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The man turned to follow her finger. "Eh? Depends on what you think it is love." |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Oct 28 2015, 05:22 AM Post #172 |
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"It's a, uh..." "Power distribution node," said Janeway, with a brief glance over her shoulder. "Yeah. That." Phantom flushed. "I guess that's not actually that exciting, is it?" By now the team scanning the room had finished and closed their tricorders. "Most of this looks very similar to the equipment on Voyager," Janeway whispered to the other members of the away team. "I have no idea how he managed to build nearly working transporters, but that's not important right now. Lieutenant Murphy, do you think if we found a strong enough power source, you could modify these devices to send us back?" |
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| Scott Archer | Oct 28 2015, 06:01 AM Post #173 |
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NPC Man "Will yer be long? I'm poppin' out to the Onion Show now, in a minute." |
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| Thomas Murphy | Oct 28 2015, 08:26 AM Post #174 |
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Tom buzzed around Thomas as he tried to look at the devices indicated by Janeway. It was very annoying. Thomas let out an exasperated sigh and turned to face Tom. He grabbed him by the shoulders and faced him towards the owner of the flat. "Ok. Star Trek. Go." He ordered and released Tom as he dutifully targetted the man with his inane questions and running commentary of the situation. It was like setting off a wind-up toy. That should keep them both busy for a while. Thomas turned his attention back to the Captain. "I'm not sure. The basics of a functioning transporter system are here and I could probably work with that, but the problem is i'm not sure I can guarantee that we'd arrive in the same place we left" |
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| Jaden Terak | Oct 28 2015, 11:07 AM Post #175 |
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Meanwhile, back on the ship, Jaden was about to enjoy a slice of Jimbalian Fudge Cake. Jaden went to take a bite, then suddenly there was a very loud noise filtered through the speakers. LCARS: "BOOGA-BOOGA", the computer 'shouted'. Jaden jumped and dropped his fork, practically throwing it across the room. Regaining his composure, he was a bit confused. "Computer, what was that?", he asked. LCARS: "If I can't eat, neither can you", the computer responded. Jaden got more confused, "You're kidding... right?" He remarked. LCARS: "You wish I was kidding". Jaden was astounded, but he went to eat his cake anyway, ordering the replicator to give him a clean fork, "one fork, earth variety, four pronged". LCARS: "I've got a nice ice cream cone" "No, thank you, just a fork." He said in annoyance. LCARS: "How about a week long trip to Risa?" "Give me a break", Jaden sighs. LCARS: "Give me a break, break me off a piece of that kit-kat bar...", the computer finished. Jaden got more confused, not knowing what that was even about, and punctured the panel with his tubules in order to try to reprogram, or fix, the computer's replication subroutines. LCARS: "Hey, get your tubules out of my circuits, your nanoprobes are going to ruin the soufflé." Jaden ignored the computer, but wasn't quick enough to reprogram it, it transported Jaden to a house where some of the other crew were. He retracted his tubules and looked around, confused. "Is this the holodeck?", He asked. Edited by Jaden Terak, Oct 28 2015, 11:21 AM.
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| Kathryn Janeway | Oct 29 2015, 02:21 AM Post #176 |
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ooc: LOL Thomas and Jaden! ic: "How far off would we be?" Before Thomas could answer, another member of the crew appeared in the flat, with no warning whatsoever. Phantom gasped and quickly turned the superfan, bodily, to face some other prop on the wall while Tom continued asking questions. She hoped it was enough to keep him from noticing that Jaden had arrived out of nowhere. |
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| Jaden Terak | Oct 29 2015, 09:05 AM Post #177 |
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Jaden, more confused than ever, looks around for a moment. This has to be the holodeck, there's too much federation technology lying around, he thought, noting all of the props on the wall, not realizing they're props. "Computer, End Program" he commanded, but nothing happened. He saw a tricorder on the wall and picked it up, opening it, it made all of the sounds a real one did, but the screens showed gibberish and the buttons didn't work, "well, that's useless", he said as he closed it and put it back. |
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| Kryslynn DiCaprio | Oct 29 2015, 10:29 AM Post #178 |
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OOC: One "RP day" or so earlier and I could have reached y'all by train or an hour drive. For now though, I'm going to pretend it's summer rand pretend that I graduated already and am cavorting the European countryside with my (conveniently pilot's licensed) younger brother on my 60 days of graduation leave. For story-telling purposes, I'm going to time-swoosh, fill in some blanks, and insert myself retroactively and completely unnoticed into some scenes that have already happened...Also stalker lyfe... just wait, you'll see. Also, disclaimer, Alina is not my real name and JC is not my brother's real name. However, the graduation leave for me and the Pilot's licence for "JC" are both (hopefully) future realities. Warning, this is gonna be a long 'un IC: Alina McKale sighed heavily as she leaned back against the back rest of a non-descript bench in a non-descript British airport and scrolled through a number of forum posts on her phone. She tilted her head and wondered at the slough of Odd Happenings that were being alluded to, but not at all explained in the chat window. She was pulled from her confused reverie as her brother, JC huffed and dropped down next to her. "K 'Lina, We're paid up through the weekend. They'll store her and have her fueled for us when we come back. Next stop, Ireland!" "Woot!" Alina bounced on her seat, then dropped back again. "So what no---oauaauaaagh......"She trailed off hilariously and her mouth hung open as she watched an unlikely posse of characters troop past their bench in an unlikely coinkydink. A two character from her favorite TV show and two unmistakable OC's from her favorite online RPG were trooping past along with three other unfamiliar people and a very recognizable aspiring author with a website and personal picture. All of them were trying and failing to look inconspicuous. JC snorted his pepsi, laughing at the shellshocked look on Alina's face. She extended a single finger from her now-clenched fists, and pointed in the direction of the wandering wonders, but remained speechless. JC waved his hand in front of her face. Alina snapped out of it long enough to bolt upwards and yell "Phantom!!" The Voyager crew kept moving and didn’t appear to hear anything. "Grab your crap. We gotta go." This time it was JC's turn to look incredulous. "Wait…. What?" "No wait… Go get the rental car, meet me by the taxi line, I'll catch up with them!" Alina slung her backpack on, grabbed her rollercase and dodged an airport golf-cart thing as she took off through the crowd. JC stood there befuddled. "Catch up with …… what!?" ------------ MEANWHILE------------ Krys blinked… Groggy. She rolled over in her bunk and pawed for her PADD on the nightstand. She felt like she'd slept for a week. It felt wonderful, but this fog was going to need some assistance. Computer, coffee, 'the right wa' 'The right way' referred to her preprogrammed cream and sugar preferences.LCARS: Your way isn't always the right way. What about Myyyyyyyy WWaaaayyyyy?!?! No one cares about MEeeeeeEeEEE!! The typically monotonous tone began doused in sarcasm and quickly devolved into an almost shrieking wail. Krys yelped in surprise and clapped her hands over her ears as the volume and pitched increased. The motion unbalanced her and she ended up sliding off of the bed in an ungainly, curled up heap, covered in blankets and groaning, waiting for the audio-assault to die off. She reached up onto the nightstand, slapped her at her commbadge and missed. She slapped again and succeeded in rocking the small table violently enough to throw the badge onto the floor by her head. She dropped her head onto the carpet and tapped the badge. DiCaprio to anyone in engineering. What the hell is wrong with the computer?! ![]() Blessed silence greeted her. Even the computer stopped wailing for all of four seconds. LCARS: "Well I never! What the hell is wrong with you!? How rude can you get??" Krys abandoned the PADD and blanket before struggling into her uniform pants and dropping down at her desk in front of her desk console. With some chagrin, she realized her shift had started 4 hours ago. No computer wake-up.... typical. Also explained why she felt so overslept. What the hell had been going on this ship in the past 5 and a half hours?! DiCaprio to the Captain! Captain Janeway, come in! At this point, she was starting to figure out that no immediate help was coming. Deciding to try one last time, grabbing her uniform jacket and badge as she stood up and tilted her head ceiling-ward "Computer, locate the Captain"LCARS: "Not far from your final destination!" "My final wha--?" Her voice dissolved, overrun by the hum of the ever present transporter beam. ------------ MEANWHILE------------ Unfortunately, the airport crowds made it almost impossible for Alina to keep up with six unencumbered individuals whilst dragging a dog-sized rolling bag. She made it to the curb just as the Voyager Octet pulled away into thickening airport traffic. JC pulled up by the taxi line seconds later and Alina hopped in screaming "follow that cab!!" In the car she began posting frantically on the boards, hoping against hope that someone would see or notice. Eventually, they made it to the uber collector's house. JC pulled over to the side of the road just as The Voyagers were disappearing into the Mansion. Alina hung back, feeling like a major stalker, completely baffled as to how to introduce herself to the Voyager crew. Finally, met with no other option, she made JC stay in the car and made her way up the imposing walkway to knock on the uber-fan's door. |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Oct 30 2015, 03:59 AM Post #179 |
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Ensign Terak appeared from nowhere, and then seconds later Lieutenant DiCaprio did the same. By now there was no way to hide the extra people from the superfan, and Phantom gave up trying. Janeway knew this situation could rapidly devolve into chaos if she didn't seize control of it at once. She closed her tricorder, ordered Murphy to figure out what he needed to make the technology start working, and addressed the rest of the room. "Ensign, Lieutenant, this is not the holodeck. We've somehow been transported into an alternate dimension where we are fictional characters. This room is a replica made by a fan of the show on which we appear in his timeline. I want both of you to work with Lieutenant Murphy on finding a way to modify the mockup transporter so that it becomes working technology and can send us home." To the superfan, she said, "I know this is hard to believe, but we're going to need to stay here and dismantle your props, and it's imperative that you don't let anyone know about this. We can't risk polluting your timeline, in case it somehow intersects with our own." She thought she'd done a decent job of pre-empting the questions that were sure to come from all sides, and hoped people would simply settle into following orders, when someone knocked. "I'll get it," said Phantom, and went over to open the apartment's front door. |
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| Scott Archer | Oct 30 2015, 04:08 AM Post #180 |
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OOC: Lol @Kris "Ey? What do you take me for?" Asked the old man in disbelief. "'Ave you any idea how much this cost? 'Alf left me skint it did! Who do you think you are, the real Voyager crew?" Jason was extremely confused, and Scott had hardly said anything since they arrived... Edited by Scott Archer, Oct 30 2015, 04:09 AM.
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