|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 9-1-15I. Vaughn talks to a grumpy FallanDaily Logs 9-1-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Mira and Brava discuss Security and Lev
Fallan: *Sitting on the O-Deck and moping on a chair. He's laying on his side, his tail flopping sometimes, and he's staring at the stars and wishing he'd change back. His body makes him feel sick.*
Vaughn: *enters the O-Deck, once again in his civvies and his guitar* *goes to one of the chairs and pauses* *Cat~* *hang on a sec...* ...Fallan?
Fallan: *Lifts his head and glares at Vaughn.* what.
Vaughn: *holy crap the stories are true* You're a cat. *big fluffy ball of fluff*
Fallan: No shit. *Curls back up. He is full of rage built up over the past week*
Vaughn: *sits down in the chair next to Fallan and leans his guitar against the side of his chair* I'm going to guess that saying you look cute isn't going to help. *is a cat person*
Fallan: *Even more mad now.* No, it's not. *So why did you just call me cute if you thought it wasn't going to help?* If you came to antagonize me, leave
Daily Logs 8-30-15I. Leslie is amused by Cat FallanDaily Logs 8-30-15 by LegacyLogs
II. On his way to the shuttle bay, Rorin and Kelsey meet...
III. Erika saves Tony from being mugged by Sarin
Leslie :*still very pregnant; in the lounge, pretending very hard that there is alcohol in her hot chocolate, and sitting at a table by herself in civvies and a tired expression*
Fallan: *It's been a tired day, he doesn't like andy very much and he's not allowed in the labs anymore. He sulks into the lounge, ears back, and oh shit it's Leslie and wait what* Good spirits, woman, what's wrong with your belly? *Did she get fat or pregnant?*
Leslie: *oh it's a cat! oh it's a talking cat? Oh jesus it's Fallan* *totally staring* I, uh. What's wrong with your face? *and your body* *and everything* *you look like my cat and this is very confusing for me*
Fallan: *Very irritated.* Say nothing. I know exactly what I look like. Can you...can you get something from the replicators for me? *He can't use them very well, since he
Daily Logs 8-29-15I. Webb takes a few minutes to check on Sciences, and introduce Vekal to his offspringDaily Logs 8-29-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Webb grants Rorin's request to leave the Legacy tomorrow
III. Vekal has an assignment for Fallan...
IV. ....and Webb isn't happy about it
Vekal: *in Sciences, /very/ unhappy with the entire situation, though its effect on her -- being turned into a man -- hasn't bothered her too much. In fact it's added an extra two inches to her height, which she gleefully uses to tower over more people. But disappearing people are Not Good.*
Webb: *with everything going on he has /seen/ Vekal around and knows what's up, but he hasn't had the chance to talk to her (him??) yet, so finding himself with some time he makes his way to Sciences with his spawn in tow, despite himself he is a proud papa, even if it's not really real and probably not going to last, and he wants to spend what time he can with Andy and also introduce him to Vekal* *walks into Sciences with a seri
Daily Logs 8-28-15I. Rorin and Fallan come up with plansDaily Logs 8-28-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Leslie and Lev share the same misery
III. Brava the Klingon, with Shoulder Cat Companion...
IV. ...Demands to see a Captain
Fallan: *He's sitting up on the counter in the science lab, flopped over on his side and moping. He hates being a cat. He hates what he looks like. He is filled with such sadness and misery and bodily horror. He looks at his PADD, and swats it off the table in irritation.*
Rorin: *his scans didn't make anything clearer, but they're specified on cartography and he's no scientist after all (and neither is Kelsey...), enters the science lab and is about to look around just when—a cat? swats its PADD of the table* *startles from the Sudden PADD and just stares at the cat for a few seconds, then realizes how...it's miserable?* *and who is it? He has a feeling but...* *heads over*
Fallan: *He hears someone approaching. Pleaaase leave me to stew in my own misery. He turns around,
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