|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 7-5-15I. Webb, Kain, Fallan, and Brava watch "What If"Daily Logs 7-5-15 by LegacyLogs
II. An excited Rorin finds a miserable Kelsey
Fallan: *He's standing in a room in Orula's mansion, frowning at the projector set up there. He's unfamiliar with projectors, but this one seems to be easy enough. There are buttons, one of them turns the thing on probably. Which one does it? What's this episode called again? What If? That's a silly name. He huffs.*
Webb: *wandering by said room when he notices something is going on, coming into the doorway to inspect* Having trouble with something?
Fallan: *Maybe Webb can make sense of weird alien tech. He steps aside.* I'm not sure how to get the projector to work. *At least it's not his problem anymore*
Webb: Projector? *wanders a little further into the room* Whatever for?
Fallan: I was told to watch an episode or two of, well, us. *He sounds uneasy when he says 'us'.* It may answer some questions I have.
Webb: As in, exactly how intense is the invasion of your pri
Daily Logs 7-4-15I. Vekal, Roca, Naara and Rorin watch the episode "Savory Flavors"Daily Logs 7-4-15 by LegacyLogs
[After the discussion with Unrita, Vekal has obtained projections of the STL episodes and is currently engaged in setting up a projector in one of Orula's various rooms, almost finished. It's a task that takes longer than it needs to because of the alien technology, but she deliberately chose not to ask for help.]
Rorin: *arrived in Orula's mansion earlier today, wandering around with Roca and chatting with her, coincidentally finds the room where Vekal is working and peers inside curiously*
Roca: *stops talking when she peers into the room, too, to find Vekal working there* *also remembers her time in the comms department and the rec room fiddling with alien technology...* Do you even know what you're doing?
Vekal: *muttering something impolite in Cardassian under her breath, but stops when she senses movement and sees Rorin peer in* *cue smile* *and that smile shifts (but stays /a/ smile) when she see
Daily Logs 7-3-15I. Tony questions Famest about T'PahDaily Logs 7-3-15 by LegacyLogs
II. Vekal meets Unrita briefly
III. Fallan yells at Corvin
IV. Roca covers her bases on a tour with Nori
V. No offense, Rorin is not Qua's favorite character
Tony: *rolls into the fishbowl in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, with no idea what is in store but nevertheless he's excited to be there and wants to meet everyone* *once the dizziness dies off, sprints out and into the main house to find someone to talk to*
Famest: *has been talking to Hyparta in the foyer, still on her quest to greet people from the other universe* *is dressed in elegant Ojom clothes, carrying some sort of a handbag and a glass of liquid because Ojom people have to drink, too, and waving goodbye to Hyparta when she sees Tony arriving* Oh. *smiles and looks him over, comparing him to her memory of Legacy officers and the actors of those, and eventually comes to a guess of who it could be* Commander Costas, right? I'm Famest. T'Pah
Daily Logs 7-2-15I. Dyla and Webb meet.Daily Logs 7-2-15 by LegacyLogs
Webb: *now that this venture has thus far proven not to be a danger to anyone he's been spending a lot of time here, and has even ventured out to the planet a few times to investigate* *he's preparing to do so at the moment, going through an assortment of head/face coverings to settle on one he wants to put on to go out (wherever said assortment might be located)*
Dyla: *creeps up on Webb -- not too close though; she doesn't fancy being stabbed or shot or whatever he's prepared to do to surprises* Captain Webb?
Webb: *holding some scarves and two hats, trying to decide which is less hideous* *turns* Can I help you?
Dyla: I don't think there's anything I need. *small grin* You look lost, though.
Webb: I was considering a disguise to explore the city.
Dyla: I'd be happy to give you a tour. Have you already chosen a coat?
Webb: No. That seemed less important.
Dyla: *steps back and looks him over clinically* Could you find a less ugly hat?
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