|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 5-4-15I. No worries, it's for science: Zef encounters a strange comradeDaily Logs 5-4-15 by LegacyLogs
II. And another ghost-alien pesters Fallan
Zef: *his mind was switched back to normal yesterday, for science probably; although it's good to have his affection back the disgust also returned and with it the gross feeling and also a strange disconnection to like everything, including himself* *went to his shift today, though; doing something normal might be good* *during his break on the O-Deck, standing at the glass front, stargazing*
Strange: *has been floating around, lurking, looking for someone else to prank after getting a laugh at jumpscaring that skinny guy this morning (he got something thrown at him though. But the laugh was worth it)* *oh, here's a person to troll* *floats up behind the guy and "blows" in his ear*
Zef: *absentmindedly stargazing, doesn't pay attention to anything else, startles, gasps and whirls around* … What!? *alarmed, angry*
Strange: *laughs and does the same o
Daily Logs 5-2-15I. Conspiracy theory: Gyles talks crazy to FallanDaily Logs 5-2-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Joseph and Zef can talk to people like normal people
Gyles: *Sitting quietly on O-deck, reading up on a few PADDS containing transporter maintenance logs*
Fallan: *He only just woke up today, he's in civilian clothing and looking like he's stopped caring for himself--again. He rubs his eyes and looks around the O-deck.* ...Hmh, good morning Richard. *He yawns.*
Gyles: *looks up slowly from where he's sitting* Fallan-Ra-Gensolii, to what do I owe the pleasure?
Fallan: *He was hoping that he could savor the short peace he had from yesterday, when it seemed like all of a sudden he was back to normal. But the moment he hears Gyles speak, he feels it all come back and now the only thing that means anything in Fallan's life is Gyles. His eyes widen and his jaw drops as his feelings hit him in the face. He doesn't reply to Gyles for a while.*
Gyles: *puzzles for a minute* *then after a while starts speaking* What ar
Daily Logs 4-29-15I. Leslie steps into the lion's den and Rorin lets her liveDaily Logs 4-29-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Loris is not superstitious about the ship and Roca is no Prophet
Rorin: *still grounded, still angry and by now really exhausted and worried that he might harm anyone (he still doesn't actually care but murder is illegal for reasons ^^°)* *after mulling it over, getting angry about it several times and calming down again, he eventually called sickbay and asked for a sedative, it's only reasonable though he's not fond of the idea* *lies on his bed, in civvies, waiting for his doom*
Leslie: *got the short straw and had to come sedate Rorin yay* *chimes at his door, sedative hypo in hand* *and a pack of spares in her pocket in case things get out of hand* *she's prepared*
Rorin: *he isn't* *maybe this wasn't such a good plan, the idea of being drugged is sort of unpleasant, though reasonable seeing his condition* *then again being reasonable has become a problem* Please, come in. *gets up and head
Daily Logs 4-28-15I. Vaughn attempts to check on an angry, angry RorinDaily Logs 4-28-15 by LegacyLogs
II. If T'Pah gets to command a space station she wants Francine on her staff
III. Leslie and Lev have a strange professional relationship
IV. Leslie and Zef try to hang out, but it doesn't go well
Rorin: *in his quarters, grounded after he had a little discussion with Leslie* *the sedative subsided eventually but the anger won't, so last night belonged to aggressively re-arranging his quarters, lying somewhere exhausted or meditation* *wearing Betazoid civvies, kneeling on his meditation blanket, eyes closed*
Vaughn: *hasn't been feeling very cheery at all, lately. Still can't seem to care, which is still bothering him...though now that's added to a low mood, which is a great combination* *but he's still doing his job, low mood or no* *comes to Rorin's quarters and dings*
Rorin: *opens his eyes and gets up slowly* Yes? Come in, please. *watches the door, eyes slightly narrowed, lurking; who is it
TOT: Terrors of the NightHe couldn’t stand to attention like the others on his team; the heat was so oppressive, it dragged him down, tried to smother him in its warm embrace… Even in all the weeks, months, years… However long he’d been here…TOT: Terrors of the Night by jasongallagher
He could never remember how long he’d been here… The callouses on his hands were thick with what seemed like years of toil, his very joints seemed ready to rend themselves apart with the slightest strain…
“Once again, Team 7, your quota remains unfulfilled”. Tivir didn’t need eyes to see the cold sneer on the face of his groups particular Cardassian Overseer; his mouth little more than a nasty gash of white on his lean, young face, his dark hair cropped close to his sickeningly oiled skin. His uniform was always shiny, hand-polished by his many slaves, and in his hands, the dark, cool shape of a Cardassian disruptor pistol…
“You were tasked to mine 60 tonnes of Ladarium from the roc
CaveIt was dark, and so cold.Cave by trollinthecloset
The handcuff cut into her wrist as she pulled uselessly against it, but the bolt driven into the cave wall was unyielding. She had cried after the kidnappers left, but then decided that would do nothing but dehydrate her, and went back to yanking on the cuff, even though she knew it would do no good.
It didn't make any sense. Why did they want her? He said that the boss wanted to meet her, but then he had left her alone. She had been so scared when they grabbed her, prepared to fight until they had to kill her if it was necessary. But all they had done was to carry her somewhere; a cave looked like, dump her on the ground, and cuff her to the wall. She was ready to pull her knife then, and slash his throat if he attacked her.
But he had not, and now she was alone. Except for the fear. And the fear wouldn't leave. It ached in the pit of her stomach, gnawed at her mind, and shook her body as she tried to steady it. The fear whispered that she wouldn't get out, s
TreasonTerrence: Our luck is your luck. We're still a crew, whether or not you care.Treason by RiseofDarkFire
Vekal: *cold voice gets colder suddenly* We may not be a crew much longer. *looks around for Aro*
Terrence: *frowns and watches Vekal*
Glinn Aro: *looks at Vekal when she looks at him*
Vekal: *folds her arms* I can tell you everything you want to know about the Federation.
A short silence.
Terrence: *quiet* Vekal...
Molly: *looks shocked* What?
Captain Webb: I can't say I didn't see that coming.
Shir: *taken aback by what Vekal said, wanting to believe he heard wrong* Wha...?!
Robert: *looks up at Vekal, then sighs*
Glinn Aro: *smiles* Can you?
Vekal: Yes. *unfolds her arms* Take me to Gul Jecett.
The walk to the interrogation chamber wasn't long. Vekal and Aro spent it in silence. The only sounds came from his heavy boots on the floor and those of the guards that followed them; Vekal, barefoot, walked lightly. Less li