|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 3-27-15I. Francine fixes the replicator that Zef was supposed to repairDaily Logs 3-27-15 by LegacyLogs
Zef: *brought Zuri to work for the first half of his shift (Zuri is now about 3-4-ish years old so she wants to explore things and asks like a hundred questions about everything and Zef tries to answer them and understand her but it's tricky at times; also it's like Zuri doesn't talk with people she doesn't know but all the words she doesn't say to them she babbles to everyone she does know @.@ so yeah, part two of shift without toddler telepath)* *in a rec room, working at the replicator that's obviously malfunctioning: the floor is wet with some viscous liquid*
Francine: *on break from a shift she picked up, brings a sorta 2 year old child in with her, piggy-back style, bouncing along to make the child giggle, and well the path to the replicator is blocked by EVIL* *stops* *and starts backing up*
Zef: *notices someone coming closer but is turned towards the replicator, working* Oh hey, I'm sorry. This r
Daily Logs 3-26-15I. While Leslie and Rorin exchange concerns, "their" kids slay a pillow dragonDaily Logs 3-26-15 by LegacyLogs
Leslie: *it's been a long day* *Kimal has been rowdy and tiring and very needy and she's at the end of her rope* *a break is needed but breaks don't happen when you're a parent so she goes to Rorin's quarters instead, Kimal in tow and chimes* *what better for a six year old than an empath and another six year old*
Rorin: *in his quarters, playing tag with Sh'raow who is now six years old and wild and energetic-- until he's finished and needs sleep (so that hasn't changed much)* *stops running away from Sh'raow when he hears the chime; kitty jumps at Rorin, yelling “You're it!” and he catches him laughing* *then, with Sh'raow still clinging to him, heads for the door and opens it with an exhausted questioning look, slightly gasping from running around, then smiles* Leslie and Kimal. Hello~
Leslie: *smiles, looking kinda like @_@* Hey, remember that time you offered help and I tota
Daily Logs 3-24-15I. T'Pah calls Vekal on AquibanaDaily Logs 3-24-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Loris shows T'Pah's child Patricia her Bajoran earring
III. Leslie and Zef have a totally normal conversation. Ish.
T'Pah: *in her quarters with a glass of Vulcan tea and a girl of about 12 years who sits in the background at the dining table and draws* *picks up her PADD and calls Vekal on Aquibana, sitting on the couch in her quarters with her legs relaxedly crossed, waiting for an answer*
Vekal: *answers immediately (evidently she was doing something on her PADD) in her hotel room* *smiles when she sees who it is* Hello, Lieutenant. This is a pleasant surprise. *looks over T'Pah's shoulder* And who is this?
T'Pah: *nods as a greeting, but instead of saying 'Lieutenant Commander' – surely Vekal hasn't forgotten her rank – answers* Her name is Patricia. She is part of my current mission.
Patricia: *is a fine-boned human girl with blonde hair and blue-grey eyes wearing human civvies. When she draws she bend
Daily Logs 3-23-15I. A good Parent-- Rala and Fallan discuss childrearingDaily Logs 3-23-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Naara asks Marcella to keep a secret: She's getting attached to the baby
Fallan: *After yet another sleepless night, he lies on his bed on his side, with Valyuna with him. He thought just lying there would get her to nap, but no, she's having fun playing under a big furry blanket. He just lies there and watches the lump under the blanket wiggle and hopes she'll just go to sleep.*
Rala: *has been busy wrangling children all week but it suddenly occurs to her that a certain Efrosian will have no idea what he's doing* *has heard no disaster reports so figures he's managing, but finds some time in her schedule to stop by anyway* *rings briskly at his door, holding a Child Leash which has on the end of it, a male humanoid two year old that is so hyper it's practically vibrating, though it contains itself by bouncing up and down rapidly in one spot*
Fallan: *He sighs and sits up. Who could be visiting? Will t
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