|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 10-25-14I. Walking Plants: Loris officially welcomes ReinDaily Logs 10-25-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Terrence shares his side of the story with Zef
Rein: *Thought she would try out the lounge this time, so is sitting by the viewport, looking out at the stars.*
Loris: Thank you, Lieutenant. *sits* If you don't mind, what is the correct pronunciation of your last name? I would say it, but I'm afraid I'd get it wrong.
Rein: *pronounces* J'h'juc, but don't worry too much about it.
Loris: And why is that? I should hope I could say it correctly in case I ever have the need to address you. *raises an eyebrow*
Rein: Well... it requires a physiological difference... *unsure as to how to say this*
Loris: I'd still like to be able to imitate it.
Rein: From what I can tell, Bajorans and most other humanoids have very different equipment, I'm not sure you would be able to imitate it.... *careful...*
Loris: *challenge accepted* Very well. I can still try.
Rein: Alright... Well... I guess... Try to flatten and stretch out
Daily Logs 10-25-14I. Joe probably has the hots for GylesDaily Logs 10-25-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Let's face it: Zef tells Leslie about him and Terrence... and she doesn't take it well.
III. Molly intercepts Leslie
IV. Let's face it- Round 2: Leslie and Zef actually talk about it and agree on that they disagree. Sort of.
Gyles: *finally scale-less, no longer shedding, feeling much better thank you* *sitting on O-deck, back to his usual haunts*
Joseph: *enters the O-deck, intending on finding something else to do other than wander around cargo bay four, read, and shed scales all over the place* *also showered, as the first thing he did when he got let out of quarantine was take a nice, /long/ sonic shower and get all the grime and grit and lingering dead skin off himself* *sees Gyles* Hey!
Gyes: *breaking away from looking at Spaaaaaace* Oh! Mr. Dover, good to see you're up and about.
Joseph: *nods and comes over* Same with you. *looks Gyles up and down* I see you're doing...well. I was afraid that you
Daily logs 10-24-14I. Kelsey checks on a whacked Rorin and keeps him companyDaily logs 10-24-14 by LegacyLogs
Kelsey: *has spent her time in quarantine mostly going between the nook that Rorin showed her, and her bed, hiding behind the curtain* *being covered in scales magically increased her need to be away from people and also introduced a need to not be seen* *but now that she's almost back to her normal self (only a few rough patches left on her wrists and neck, and maybe a nose that's a bit pointier than usual) she is free to seek out Rorin and see how he's doing because it's not like she has any other friends on this ship*
Rorin: *is shedding, perhaps the shedding will never end, there are loose scales everywhere and he's /still/ ugly; although - from a more neutral point of view - there's more normal skin than scales, both eyes look Betazoid again, only his fingernails are still sharp and somewhat spiky; and the teeth, the teeth turned almost back to normal except for his canines... but keep aching* *returned to
Daily Logs 10-22-14I. Thirty: Zef makes sure Terrence's birthday isn't as bad as it could beDaily Logs 10-22-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Naara and Mira are neither in the best of moods
III. Of All People: Molly gives Roca socialization advice...in exchange for a future favor
IV. Kain and Joseph are recovering
Terrence: *is old* *so old* *ancient* *wakes up and stays on his cot despondently, with scaly reddish-brown skin peeling away from his neck and arms* *I am disgusting and I am old*
Zef: *is shedding all over, the small spines he had in his face on his shoulders disappeared; eyes are turning back to normal, he can recognize pale colors, the night vision is gone; isn't hoarse anymore, fever sunk to 101-102°F* *is still exhausted and unwell, but slowly getting better, also his brain stopped feeling "fever-toasted" which makes thinking so much easier... unfortunately he's /still/ absolutely clueless about today and nervous* *after waking up lies still, face in Terry's direction but eyes closed, liste
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