|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 9-17-14I. Rorin and Host!Chris get to know each otherDaily Logs 9-17-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Kelsey meets the host version of Marcella
Host Chris: *is in "Cute Nerd Type" mode today, sitting posed by the pond in the arboretum with a digital issue of one of his favourite comic series*
Rorin: *enters the Arboretum and heads for the pond, planning on meditating in eh, nature, but changes his mind quickly when he sees Chris – no doubt, Chris from the other Lina, for obvious reasons* *small smile, coughs quietly*
Host Chris: *looks up, already with a friendly smile* Hey there.
Rorin: *besides, wearing his SF uniform, there's still time before his shift starts but he intended to spend it in meditation and just got ready before that ^^* It's a nice surprise to see you. I heard that you're around somewhere.
Host Chris: Nice to, well, meet you. It's still Loreno, right?
Rorin: *nods smiling* Still, yes. Mine and his lives have taken very different turns, but the name's the same. *pause, smile mutes, but so
Daily Logs 9-16-14I. Brady and Host!Adrian want to know about their other selvesDaily Logs 9-16-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Webb just wants Host!Joseph to leave. Luckily it doesn't have to be tagged for violence.
Host!Adrian: *Is practically gliding down the halls looking for someone to be charming to*
Brady: *has been a bit of a recluse for the past day or two trying to avoid the new more charming additions to the crew*
Host!Adrian: *Oh a person!* *Walks towards Brady with a smile* Hello miss! Mind if I walk with you? *His accent isn't really around because this Adrian feels like a Jamaican accent isn't as sexy or understandable than other ones*
Brady: *shit, she shakes her head* No not at all, it's a free hallway after all *so much for that duck and hide plan of hers she thinks while walking*.
Host!Adrian: So what brings you to this end of the hallway? *Where are you going?* *Not that it matters, I'll follow anyway*
Brady: N-nothing much just taking a bit of a breather from work.
Host!Adrian: Oh is your boss working
Daily Logs 9-15-14I. Zef decides he can stand this Host!TerrenceDaily Logs 9-15-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Tryst: Rorin hits it off with Host!Joseph
Zef: *after his shift headed for the nearest turbolift, walking through a hallway and will stop at the lift, obviously*
Host!Terrence: *the lift door opens to reveal Terrence, snazzily dressed a full fanceh suit with a rose pinned to the breast* *gestures airly for Zef to join him and makes an exaggerated show of clearing the way for him*
Zef: *raises a brow and enters the lift, slightly grinning* Hey Terrence. *would be right in both cases*
Host!Terrence: *smiles* You're the dear Zefram, are you not? *voice is refined and lilting, with a trace of a British accent picked up from his father*
Zef: Right, I'm Zefram. Or Zef. *and you're the other Terrence, definitely* Am I so different from my counterpart? *for some reason assuming that, although he hasn't met him yet, the other Zef must be somewhere around*
Host!Terrence: *shakes his head* I'm sure I don't know, dear, I've
Daily Logs 9-14-14I. Leslie and Erik break up...againDaily Logs 9-14-14 by LegacyLogs
II. You can be happy: Molly checks up on Erik to make sure he's not throwing himself out of airlocks
II. Host Augie doesn't find Gary so much different than the one she knows...
IV. Gyles decides that maybe Host!Joseph isn't so bad after all
Erik: *is reclined on a couch in the lounge, brow wrinkled as he puzzles his way through a particularly difficult sentence*
Leslie: *wanders into the lounge for a drink while on break during a shift and then heads over to Erik, nudging him a bit to give her room on the couch* Mind if I join you?
Erik: *closes his book, and smiles at her* Not at all! *he squeezes over to the armrest so she has as much room as she wants*
Leslie: Thanks! *smiles and sits next to him* What's that? *meaning the book*
Erik: *quirks his lips, and says something unpronounceable, then translates* "A Xindi Perspective on the Settling of the Mangoran Plains." It's a history book... I think. The fellow w
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