|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 7-29-14I. Brady has some bad news for Terrence: Rala's body never even made it to the morgueDaily Logs 7-29-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Another (near) fatality: Zef comes to Leslie for stitches after being pushed down the stairs
Brady: *Now Brady was adult enough to admit she had a knack for misplacing things. it was usually just small items, like pens or a easily forgettable piece of paper maybe even her coffee if she had set it down in the middle of doing something. Never had see forgotten the spot of anything larger than a pillow though, so the fact that Rala's body was nowhere to be seen was alarming to say the least.*
Terrence: *arrives in the security office for the autopsy report* Grant? *approaches, expression a bit tired and sad after all he saw yesterday*
Brady: *turns hearing her surname called, the look on her face doesn't look all that promising*
Terrence: *looks at her a bit oddly* Ah...I came for the autopsy reports.
Brady: Yes well, you see...there might be a bit of a probl
Daily Logs 7-28-14I. Kain and Rala are starting to get suspiciousDaily Logs 7-28-14 by LegacyLogs
II. A strange woman threatens to report Zef snooping around
III. Lev agrees with Terrence that they need to get to the bottom of this
IV. Leslie meets Loise and they talk for an extremely long time about Zef
V. Rorin and Naara think something’s a little strange, too
VI. A Regular Sherlock: Everyone’s worst fears are confirmed: Rala plummets to her death under mysterious circumstances
VII. Molly’s on Terrence’s side on this one
Kain: *in the second floor lounge, eating something that looks like chicken salad and going over a report*
Rala: *has been poking around the last few days to gather information for her own suspicions, and has now gathered enough information to bounce it off another person and get their opinion* *recognizes Kain from her department and sits down at his table with a bowl of food she doesn't intend on eating* Marius, yes?
Kain: Just Kain
Daily Logs 7-26-14I. Mal gets plastered and Naara comes to the rescueDaily Logs 7-26-14 by LegacyLogs
II. [Retcon] Erik realizes too late that going to Roca for his knife was a mistake
III. Terrence and Zef have realized something is up, and don't know if they can trust Erik or not. Either way: it's their responsibility to do something about it.
Mal: *is in the cafeteria place thing, with a tray of half-eaten food and a short glass of whiskey*
Naara: *Enters the cafeteria, goes to get some food, but smiles to Mal as she enters*
Mal: *blinks at Naara and waves back*
Naara: *Gets her food, and goes over to Mal's (I'm assuming) empty table* Mind if I join you?
Mal: Not at all. Please.
Naara: *Sits down* So, how're you?
Mal: I'm all right. I got in a bit of trouble the other day *laughs*
Naara: *Raises place where eyebrow would be... Shouldn't she have eyebrows? Everyone else does...* What happened?
Naara: *Raises place where eyebrow would be... Shouldn't she have eyebrows? Everyone else does...* What happen
Daily Logs 7-24-14I. Conspiracy? Zef and Leslie speculateDaily Logs 7-24-14 by LegacyLogs
Leslie: *on a hunch that he's probably there since that's like his favorite place in the world, heads down to Zef's office in the creepy basement*
Zef: *has taken shelter from others in His Basement, is in his office, sitting at the desk, working on his computer*
Leslie: *walks up to the office door, bangs once to startle Zef because she's mean, and then opens the door and steps in, assuming it's not locked* Zefram! *louder than necessary*
Zef: *O_O;; startles like hell and causes a minor catastrophe on his desktop, because he clicked and dragged the wrong things out of sheer panic* /AH!/ Crap! Gawd! *gasps*
Leslie: *whoops* *grins with a hint of sheepishness in it because she did make him mess up* Hi.
Zef: *stares at her, sooo shocked* Hi. Oh... oh my, you...! *inhale, exhale, inhale, ...*
Leslie: Bad time? On a scale of mildly startled to fearing for your life, how bad is it?
Zef: Heart attack! *exhales dramatically and leans b
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