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| Harry Kim | Apr 4 2015, 09:18 AM Post #31 |
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Further study of his tricorder readings revealed that not only was this earth, it was the year 2015. |
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| Harry Kim | Apr 4 2015, 09:19 AM Post #32 |
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LCARS: "Someone needs to teach you some manners, young lady!" |
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| Harry Kim | Apr 4 2015, 09:23 AM Post #33 |
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ooc: Scott, you're on your own. Take your events where you would like to take them. I don't even know how to jump in. |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Apr 6 2015, 03:43 AM Post #34 |
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Janeway pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Computer, please inform me about the whereabouts of Ensign Murphy, along with any other crew members who are missing." |
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| Seven of Nine | Apr 6 2015, 05:35 AM Post #35 |
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Seven was still in complete shock over what she was seeing. Not a single thing made sense; what was worse, the computer didn’t seem to be responding correctly either. Was that, perhaps, the source of all of their troubles? It had to be… Voyager’s bio-neural gel packs acted like blood in a humanoid life-form and could transmit a virus from stem to stern in a very short period of time – that was it, the ship must have been attacked by an alien species. Just as she was about to tell Captain Janeway that no, Ensign Murphy was not there, something in Seven’s gut told her that she needed to go to the bridge or Engineering immediately; she would be far more helpful there. “No, he is not here, Captain… I am on my way to Engineering”, she said, before making her way out of the Mess Hall and into the turbolift. Once she reached her destination, Seven stepped out and found herself in a place that was most decidedly not Engineering. It took her about two seconds to figure out that she was in a theatre: black stage with a proscenium, a dark gray curtain that was rising, red seats in the raked auditorium, and boxes on the sides of the stage. An orchestra was blasting away at full volume alongside with an organ synthesizer, and just as Seven raised a hand to her ear to block out the sound, the orchestra stopped. “This trooooooophy from our saviours, from our saaaaaaviours; from the enslaving force of Roooooome!” There, on stage, was a soprano shrieking away in the stratosphere. She was dressed in Egyptian garb with a towering headpiece, and she was holding a severed head in her right hand. Seven watched the garish sight, not sure what to make of it. She slapped her comm badge. “Seven of Nine to Janeway, Captain, it’s – ” . That was as far as she got before a man’s voice rang out. “Quiet in the house!”. Seconds later, the chorus began to sing and the soprano continued to shriek as the tenor came on stage. Wherever she was, Seven was definitely no longer aboard Voyager. |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Apr 7 2015, 02:41 AM Post #36 |
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ooc: LOL Vi! Also, I think I see a plot emerging...we seem to be appearing all over the globe, far away from one another. ic: Acknowledged, Seven. Did you see anything in the mess hall that could explain the computer's odd behavior? ![]() Seven didn't answer. Oh no. "Computer, locate..." From one blink to the next, Janeway was no longer in the computer core. She turned slowly, taking in the interior of an unfamiliar set of quarters. Except, that was a window, and it showed a view of trees and buildings, not space. And there, that was a road, and those vehicles moving on it... A voice shrieked behind her, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my apartment?" Janeway whirled to see a short woman brandishing a kitchen knife, and she instinctively took a step back and raised her hands in a defensive posture. She was clearly in the past. Again. And she'd apparently materialized in someone's home. Fantastic. |
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| Seven of Nine | Apr 7 2015, 04:41 AM Post #37 |
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ooc: OMG, Phantom, PLEASE let the woman with the knife be Red from "Orange is the New Black!"
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| Harry Kim | Apr 7 2015, 05:03 AM Post #38 |
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ooc: Hmmm... Interesting idea, Vi.... |
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| Seven of Nine | Apr 7 2015, 05:27 AM Post #39 |
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OOC: "All I wanted was to eat the chicken that was smarter than all the other chickens to absorb its power. And to make a nice Kiev." |
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| Thomas Murphy | Apr 7 2015, 09:33 AM Post #40 |
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"I want to look FIERCE!" |
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| Harry Kim | Apr 7 2015, 12:20 PM Post #41 |
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Dr. Drone wept. He never felt this helpless before. "Please, please!" He was at a table wearing nothing more than a white robe, the kind used by patients in a hospital. Tears were streaming down his face. The room had white walls with no windows. The doctor sitting across from him had his arms crossed and he spoke in a deep voice. "This is the only way you can overcome your inner demons, Dr. Drone! Let us help you. Writing about this fantasy world will help you break away from it!" "N-No! I c-cant... I-I won't!" |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Apr 9 2015, 03:48 AM Post #42 |
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ooc: Sorry, I haven't actually watched "Orange is the New Black," but I know the character you're talking about, and that would be HILARIOUS if somebody else wants her to show up at some point! ic: The short woman's eyes widened, and she lowered the weapon, which had a slice of celery still stuck to it. "Oh no, not this again." Janeway frowned at her. "I'm sorry, have we met?" "No, at least, not from your perspective. I guess we never finished the story, and it was questionable canon to begin with, so to you, it probably never happened." |
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| Seven of Nine | Apr 9 2015, 04:37 AM Post #43 |
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OOC: I'm binge watching season two of OITNB at the moment and I think I could write a passable Red... Plus it would freak Seven the frak out, lol! "Captain!" *Red raises a knife* Dafrak? lol! |
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| Scott Archer | Apr 9 2015, 04:54 AM Post #44 |
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After a long conversation Jason and Ellen had decided not to call the Police... Scott was terrified by the mention of this Poll Lice... It sounded like some sort of middle age torture! He hadn't gone back that far... Had he? At least he was out of that awful vehicle now... Give him a fighter in a battle with the Dominion any day! Jason walked over to the front door and pulled out a long metal thing and inserted it into another... thing on the door which seemed to be made out of wood. What was wrong with hand prints and voice activation, Scott didn't know! "Would you like a drink?" Asked Jason as he opened the door and walked into the house. It was fairly scarcely decorated. One think that Scott noticed was the fact that most things seemed to be made out of wood and there wasn't much metal anywhere. "Yes, please. What have you got?" Jason had walked down the entry corridor (what he had referred to as a 'hall') and through a door at the left end of the next corridor. He poked his head round the door. "Tea, coffee, Coke, lemonade, water, dandelion and burdock... Irn Bru." Scott's ears perked up at that. "Oh! Irn Bru please." This world couldn't be that bad... At least they had his favorite drink. He thought back to the other beverages. Was 'Coke' some form of drug or was it what he would call Cola? "I hope you don't mind drinking out of the can?" Jason asked as he walked back through the door. Scott had never seen a drinks can before, they weren't needed in the age of replicators! "Um, that will be fine thank you." He said as he took the aluminium can decorated with orange and silver. He looked at the can for a while and watched whilst Jason looped his finger through a loop on the top and used it to open the can, Scott imitated his method. As promised inside was the sparkling, orange beverage that he had come to love... He lifted it up to his mouth and took a sip. He looked at the can in wonder. "Something wrong?" Jason asked, taking Scott's stare as one of disapproval... Were cans illegal in the 24th century? Scott's expression turned into a big smile. "This is wonderful!" He almost shouted. "This tastes so much better than out of the replicator!" |
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| Kathryn Janeway | Apr 10 2015, 09:37 AM Post #45 |
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ooc: LOL Scott! That was not where I expected that to go. Vi - do it! ![]() ic: Janeway stared blankly at the woman. "What are you talking about?" "You're in the 21st century, probably due to a temporal anomaly caused by the message board my friends and I write about your characters. About five years ago, you and Tuvok and Chaim Rezit showed up in my bedroom and..." "Wait, how do you know those names?" "...and the police were not happy about that, especially after we crashed the convention, so..." Janeway held up a hand, used to that immediately silencing everyone in the room, but the woman kept talking. "...and Nth is going to flip his lid--again--when he finds out you're back and it wasn't just a psychotic episode like we all agreed to pretend." A migraine was threatening to develop between Janeway's eyebrows. She pinched the bridge of her nose. "You'd better start from the beginning. What year is it?" |
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Acknowledged, Seven. Did you see anything in the mess hall that could explain the computer's odd behavior?





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