|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 10-7-15I. Brava talks with Fallan, who is a little too eager about enjoying his (Tony's) young bodyDaily Logs 10-7-15 by LegacyLogs
Fallan: *He has never tasted anything spicy in his life. Efrosians just can't taste it. Up until this point, he thought jalapeños were savory and ordered a chili dog covered in them. He's in the mess hall, half eaten chili dog abandoned as he punches in the code for a drink, any drink*
Brava: *enters right at this moment, and pauses when she sees what's going on* Are... you okay?
Fallan: *He tries to talk, but coughs instead and gulps down a sizeable cup of water. after a moment, he wheezes* Fine, just...it's spicy
Brava: *walks over to the replicator where he is, slightly amused* Oh, really? Why'd you order it, then?
Fallan: I didn't know it was spicy... *he leans on the wall. his face is red.* ...is that what you taste when you eat a chili hot dog?
Brava: *tilts her head* ... Yes? You've never had one before?
Fallan: *shakes his head.* ...well, I'm sure Tony's had one, b
Daily Logs 10-6-15I. Rorin finds that Kelsey may look differentDaily Logs 10-6-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Rala """convinces""" Kain to switch bodies
Rorin: *on Betazed, alone in a room that isn't his room, it's a room in his family's house and somehow he convinced everyone to leave him alone for a bit so he can do a call; they're considerate and kind so they understand this need for privacy, but there are also many people and most of them are into ~socializing~* *in different words: most of the day, Rorin is here or there or somewhere, doing things* *in civvies, takes a deep breath and calls Kelsey* *calls feel still a bit odd and eh, apparently there's something going on?*
Kelsey: *Having swapped bodies with Adrian has been an interesting experience that she hasn't minded so much except for the weird proprioception, which has taken a lot of getting used to* *has warned Rorin beforehand that "she may look different" the next time they call, just so he doesn't miss out on the shock factor* *has her dreads tied back be
Daily Logs 10-5-15I. Vaughn and Sarin, post-swapDaily Logs 10-5-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Zef tells Leslie his plans
Sarin: *She sits in the lounge, her eyes closed and occasionally opening them to take notes on her PADD. Human emotions are complex, but at least they aren't deadly, so she's indulging in them.*
Vaughn: *well he didn't think being a girl would be this...different* *though at the moment he's also Vulcan so that's an experience* *is dressed not to differently than normal, has his/Sarin's hair back in a ponytail (how do people even handle long hair)* *also getting used to being taller* *it's weird but not the unsettling kind* *enters the lounge*
Sarin: *glances up to see her own body. it shocks and disorients her, so she quickly writes down the experience.* Good evening. You are caring for my body, correct?
Vaughn: *seeing himself is just plain...odd* *it's like looking in a mirror, but...not* *nods and smile* Yes, don't worry.
Sarin: I cannot help but to feel worry regardless. *she doesn't note that. sh
Daily Logs 10-4-15I. Eoin and Loris talk after switching bodiesDaily Logs 10-4-15 by LegacyLogs
Loris: *having swapped bodies with Eoin for Prophets know what reason, is in the lounge, still very unused to the feeling of hair on her lip and consequently making faces because it feels weird* *and wondering (again) why on earth she did this*
Eoin: *Stiffly walks into the lounge, he never throguh that it would be so weird to be in the body of a lady.* *He just grins and bears it as he walks into the lounge* *And oh there he is, but it's not him, it's Loris* Good evening, Commander. *Sits across from her*
Loris: *oh no is /that/ what I look like* *this is too much* Commander MacLeod. *looking bemused*
Eoin: Has the disorientation worn off on you yet? *I look so weird in blue*
Loris: That depends. How ah, attached are you to this hair on your face? I don't like it.
Eoin: *Opens his mouth slightly* Well, I rather like it, otherwise my face looks like a cadet's.
Loris: *makes a face* That's an unpleasant thought.
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