Daily Logs 7-5-15

I. Webb, Kain, Fallan, and Brava watch "What If"
II. An excited Rorin finds a miserable Kelsey


I.
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 privacy?
Kain: *was passing by the room as well and hears the word 'projector'* *leans back around the doorframe, eyes narrowed* Are you guys watching more of those videos about not-us doing things we sort of did.
Fallan: Yes. *He nods*
Webb: Sounds like a delightful afternoon. Ensign, feel free to join us. *goes over to the projector, studies it, and punches a few buttons to get it started* Let the entertainment begin.
Kain: *steps into the doorframe and leans against it, not really committing*
Fallan: *He glances about for a seat and sits down. This is going to be terrible, he thinks.*
[The episode starts with what appears to be Zef and Terry, meeting up in the lounge and chatting.]
Webb: *locates the comfiest looking chair and sits, dragging over something to put his feet up on first* I just realized what an excellent opportunity this is to pry into the private matters of the officers. This could yield some /very/ interesting results.
Kain: *kind of agrees, good opportunity to learn stuff about people he might not otherwise know*
Fallan: *Completely ignores Webb. It's impolite to talk during movies and he has more pressing matters at hand. He stares at the screen.*
[It quickly becomes apparent that the two on screen become suspicious of each other. Roll title credits.]
Webb: *gestures at Kain* Might as well get comfortable.
Kain: *raises an eyebrow, eyes still on the screen* I am. But thanks.
Fallan: ...Fascinating choice of music... *He comments more to himself than anyone else. He strokes the stache.*
Webb: *takes note of his actor's name, who he has yet avoided*
[The phenomena continue: A new face appears on the screen, Zen'ar's. He's talking with Roca, and soon learns that Rorin is alive.]
Webb: *narrows his eyes* I wonder what the maturity rating is on this show. There are certain things I do not need to see.
Kain: I will leave immediately if it even looks like I'm about to be subject to weird doppleganger sex scenes.
Webb: *chuckles* I wonder if we can fast-forward.
Fallan: *absent-mindedly.* Understandable. You're both too young for those sorts of things. But you will have to figure out how to fast forward on your own. *Has no idea how the projector works.*
[On screen, Roca informs Rorin of Zen'ar's presence. Rorin is shown rushing towards the lounge, but the scene fades out before Rorin and Zen'ar are even shown in the same room. The episode cuts to a Loris walking in on a Vekal on the O-Deck.]
Webb: *dramatic sigh* Oh thank god.
Kain: You never know. We may never be safe.
Webb: *sits up a little bit, curious about this scene*
Fallan: *Staring intently at Vekal and Loris. He can't help but feel curious himself, even though he feels a lot like he's a--a peeking tom or something like that.*
[You guys can read the logs here.]
[Also Dyla has bigger boobs than Vekal. She wants that mentioned.]
Webb: *did notice that*
Kain: So did they honestly just watch us every day and then rewrite our lives the way they wanted? I can't decide if that's brilliant or fucked up.
Fallan: Brilliance and terribleness aren't mutually exclusive. *He frowns deeply at the screen*
Kain: Fair point.
[After Vekal and AU Loris arrive in Sickbay for scans, the camera pans over to Roca and Joe, also in Sickbay, as Joe discovers that this Roca has her uterus.]
Webb: I don't see why this is important information to include. *gross*
Kain: *frowning* Does regular Roca not have her uterus? Why is this such a big deal.
Webb: Am I a woman? Why are you asking me?
Fallan: *...Roca has no uterus? Should he be allowed to know that? He cringes*
[This information, among other facts, allows the Legacy crew to establish that they're dealing with an AU, in a senior staff meeting that didn't actually happen (in the logs).]
Webb: Look how on top of things we are. Amazing.
Kain: *under his breath* The most inaccurate thing so far.
Webb: The man playing the Captain is certainly a handsome bastard. Doesn't quite do me justice, though.
Fallan: *He stares. Strange. This isn't how things went as far as he remembers. He remains quiet, but he frowns. And Webb's right, that actor is a handsome son of a gun.*
[As the senior staff meeting concludes with a dramatic swell of music, the scene goes to Rorin meeting Ilanis, who drops hints about her past. No Zen'ar this time, since they had their meeting earlier in the episode.]
Kain: *this is boring* Well that's enough to satisfy my curiosity. Have fun. *pushes off of the doorframe and leaves*
Webb: That Betazoid does love his screen time.
Fallan: *Nods and waves Kain goodbye, then goes back to the screen. Who the hell is Ilanis. He hesitates to ask.*
[The scene changes to Vekal and a Fallan who's evidently from the AU, as he doesn't recognize her.]
Webb: *looks from Fallan to the screen and back and forth a few times*
Fallan: *He frowns. Is that him? Why is he smiling? What the fuck is this. He looks visibly offended.*
Webb: You should smile more often.
Fallan: It only looks good because I have a beard in that scene. *He doesn't even have memory of talking to vekal about this. Wait, is that an AU version of him? Terrible.*
Webb: The beard is strange. You should shave it.
Fallan: *strokes his stache* I haven't had a beard in a long time and do not plan on growing one. You can rest easy.
Webb: I meant shave whatever is on your face now.
Fallan: *Webb is just jealous because he can't grow a mustache half as cool as this one.* Maybe.
Webb: *would look absolutely ridiculous with a mustache*
[More AU-Prime interactions follow; AU Marcy and Kelsey, Roca and AU Naara, Joe and AU Marcy. Eventually, the screen shows T'Pah and Zef discussing AUs.]
Webb: There certainly is a lot of dialogue in this show.
Fallan: *He nods, but sits back.* Only some of it seems...realistic.
Webb: Yes, like the part where you are smiling.
Brava: *arrives at the screening room, curious about the goings-on**finds it incredibly fun, if only a little bit creepy, that they're practically movie stars in at least one dimension* Hope you saved a seat for me~ *whispering, moves in and plops down in a chair near Fallan*
Fallan: *Thank goodness for Brava or else he would've went off.* We have, thankfully. We are watching the episode 'What If'.
Webb: As you can see, there are only two of us here, therefore plenty of room and no need to save you anything.
[More drama on-screen: Vekal and Molly have their de-friending discussion.]
Webb: *winces* *he's been on the receiving end of that kind of thing*
Brava: *chuckles* Only a joke, sir. So... "what if?" *frowns at those on-screen*
Fallan: *It would take a skilled team of surgeons to remove the stick from Webb's ass. Thankfully he's a huge sucker for drama and is occupied by the show.*
Webb: That is apparently the name of the episode.
[Then Molly goes on to give Terry a piece of her mind.]
Brava: They seem to show a lot of personal moments. This is entertaining?
Webb: So everyone on this planet seems to think, yes.
Fallan: *Wait shit this is invasive and he's not supposed to find it entertaining. But it is entertaining. He crosses his arms.* It's supposed to be, anyways.
Webb: *trying to think if anything personal happened to him this week* *certainly hopes not*
Brava: Hmm. *:T* Their lives must be dull.
Webb: That /is/ the argument I've been given.
[Fallan (Prime this time) has a bad encounter with AU Rein in this scene.]
Fallan: *The urge to shove everyone out of the room rises. But there are some bits that he doesn't remember happening. He just sits there feeling confused and naked the entire time.*
Webb: So much drama. *mildly*
Brava: *steals a glance at Fallan to see his reaction, feeling sort of bad for him*
Fallan: *He looks much like he'd rather watch porn with the captain than this. At least that'd be less awkward* Yes, well.
Webb: *would not share that sentiment* I had no idea you were so... emotional.
Brava: At least that part's accurate. *joking*
Fallan: It's impolite to speak during a show. *glaring at the screen.*
Webb: Why? We know what happens.
[In the next scene, Ilanis discusses with T'Pah. Here, it becomes clear (to those who don't know her) that she has a particular interest in Vekal, Lana and Chris.]
Webb: *knows all about this situation, though the mention of Hayes specifically makes him frown*
Brava: *has no idea what's going on lol, but at least now she knows that people have actually died aboard this ship*
Fallan: *Keeps quiet despite the urge to taunt Webb in return. After all, this is sensitive, and he gets to learn who Ilanis is...*
Webb: I wonder when this episode ends.
[Not yet! Moar social stuff: Zef and AU Leslie are shown talking, Molly wants to restart meditation with T'Pah, and finally Vekal and AU Webb have their talk.]
Webb: *oh no* *oh dear* *pretends not to be paying attention to the last bit*
Webb: *he doesn't need these plebs learning his secrets* *bad episode*
Brava: *filing things away for future reference, to find out how much is fact and how much is fiction*
Fallan: *Paying close attention mostly out of spite, but after a few moments he's actually getting back into it again. Fascinating...*
Webb: *his fingernails are very interesting*
[Another AU Webb scene! Specifically, the one where he hugs Fallan. And I leave it to Trolli and Toast if the actors put any Subtext into it.]
Webb: *throws a look at Fallan* Don't get any ideas.
Brava: *giggles quietly* Oh ho.
Webb: *points at her* No.
Fallan: *ignoring Webb.* Is it just me...or did that hug last longer than I remembered? *And he's pretty sure his arms weren't so low either.*
Webb: *swings his arm around to point at Fallan* /No./
Brava: *laughs louder at Fallan* Ooooohhh!
Webb: Remind me which of you wants hull-scraping duty? Oh, the new Ensign? Thought so.
Brava: Oh, gods. *facepalm*
[The scene fades to black with a suggestive swell of music and changes to Roca and Loris talking. The music fades after a few seconds of chatting.]
Webb: *facepalms*
Fallan: ...Fascinating choice of music. *Blink.*
Brva: *has SO many things she wants to say about that right now, but won't*
Webb: *WHAT KINDS OF THINGS ARE THEY MISREPRESENTING ON THIS SHOW* *is going to the convention later this week, will find the writers, and murder them*
Fallan: *He's actually pretty pleased at the misrepresentation. It means he has some privacy still.* Well Captain. It would seem that you and I should show up at the convention together.
Brava: *is so very glad that she's not on this show yet, from what they're seeing*
[And then Roca and Loris sit in silence for a while, while the music returns, and the episode ends because there are no more significant logs.]
Webb: Over my dead body.
Fallan: *Watches the scene before responding.* Perhaps we can speak to the fans if we portray ourselves as fans of a pairing that does not obviously exist. *Really he's just fed up with Webb and being a jerk. It'd be a bad thing if they went together.*
Webb: *knows Vekal has the knowledge to make poisons* *will be utilizing that*
Webb: *stands up, prepared to flee with what is left of his dignity* Ensign, look in your inbox for details regarding your hull-scraping duties. Other Ensign, /never/ ask me for a hug, it is not going to happen.
Ensign: *sighs* Yes, sir.
Other Ensign: Yes Captain. *He smiles.*
Webb: *sweeps out of the room with as much grandeur as he can muster* *will be watching episodes alone from now on*
Fallan: ...That wasn't as bad as I had thought. *He smiles a little*
Brava: I am so sorry for you. This show seems... voyeuristic.
Fallan: It...is. But it's not quite as detailed as I thought it would be.
Brava: That's good, at least. *sits quietly for half a moment, before adding* Watching the adventures of the crew I can understand, but getting entertainment out of someone else's private life seems kind of.... *makes an iffy sound*
Fallan: It is disgusting, yes. *But maybe the relief of knowing he still has privacy makes it seem not as bad.* But, well...maybe going to that convention won't be as horrible as I thought.
Brava: At least you'll have fans? *smirks*
Fallan: I suppose so. That might be strange. Will you go as well? *Please don't leave me alone in conventionville.*
Brava: I might. Considering that I'm a new face, I doubt anyone will know who I am. *chuckles*
Fallan: You might find someone. Hard to say. *He shrugs.* Well, thank you for watching with us.
Brava: *stands up from her chair and stretches* I feel like I need to marathon all the episodes to catch up! *laughs*
Fallan: *He doesn't have the stomach for a marathon.* Ah, yes, well...I'm sure Orula would be willing to marathon with you.... *He stands up and cracks his hip.*
Brava: I wonder how long that would take...
Fallan: I...am not sure. *He scratches his head,* But I'm sure a while.
Brava: Hmh. *shrugs* I guess I can find out. *smiles at Fallan*
Fallan: *He smiles back* Well, I'm going to head back to the Legacy. Were you going to follow?
Brava: I probably should. Who knows how early the captain wants me out scrubbing the hull. *snorts*
Fallan: *He laughs a little,* Maybe very early. Good luck out there by the way.
Brvaa: Thanks. Although I'm sure it will be fine. *starts heading out of the screening room*
Fallan: *He walks with her. He's thinking over the show and wondering about things...*


II.
Kelsey: *curled up in a ball on the couch in her quarters, reading* *truly thrilling*
Rorin: *after his shift, went to his quarters to change into civvies, then locates Kelsey on the Legacy via computer, heads for her quarters and chimes* *^^*
Kelsey: *no* *gathers herself together to ask the computer who it is, then considers options for a moment before getting up and going to the door, opening it* Rorin. *not unfriendly*
Rorin: *small smile, but tries to restrain his excitement* Hello. *tilts his head questioning* Is his a bad time? *are you all right ._.*
Kelsey: *starts to shake her head, then stops and shrugs instead* I do not feel much like talking today. *glances down* If you wish, you could come in, but I may ask you to leave soon.
Rorin: *restrains his excitement even more although it's difficult, sooo difficult, and sobers* I would like to come in. But I wouldn't be offended if we didn't talk today, or if you'd ask me to leave early.
Kelsey: *nods and steps back, heading back into the safety of her quarters* You may come in.
Rorin: Thank you. *really appreciates it* *enters her quarters quickly so she can close the door, that urgent need for privacy...*
Kelsey: *the door shuts automatically behind him, and Kelsey goes back to her couch, putting her PADD aside, but pulling the blanket that she has draped over the back of the couch off, and draping it over her shoulders instead* Would you like to sit down?
Rorin: Ahh, yes. *walks over and sits down with some space between them* May I ask if anything happened, aside from the latest events? *meaning the Ojomites*
Kelsey: *shakes her head* Just this, I think. Though I was fine yesterday. *shrugs* So, really, nothing. Sometimes I really like to be alone. And sometimes I need.
Rorin: *nods* All right, I see. In any case, I'm glad that nothing bad added up to it.
Kelsey: *nods back at him* How are you?
Rorin: I'm, ehh. *sideglances, suppressing a grin* Still much more excited than is good for me. *ends up grinning anyway, looks at her* So I'm fine, yes. I'm really fine.
Kelsey: *raises an eyebrow* I can see that. Why are you so excited?
Rorin: Many reasons. *^^°* First of all, it's still an inter-dimensional first contact situation. But aside from that, for example, I got to meet my actor and yours. I met Qua.
Kelsey: *looks confused* Qua is...a person?
Rorin: *nods enthusiastically* Yes. She's an Ojomite actress. *plus: she plays one of his friends, he tried to meet all the actors of all of his friends!, though there are many*
Kelsey: And she plays...? Does she play me?
Rorin: She's the actress who plays you, yes. *small smile* And I met her.
Kelsey: You seem to like having met her.
Rorin: Heh. *tilts his head* Well, she told me that I'm not her favorite character. But yes, I enjoyed it anyway. I do prefer befriending the Ojomites I meet, but I'm aware that it won't always work out.
Kelsey: *Qua didn't like him? blasphemy* Like when Qua does not like your character.
Rorin: Yes, for example. *nods* Apparently she is no fan of Nori, my actor, either. Ahh, but speaking of fans! She told me that we have fans and they do like me. *balance restored* Though the idea of having fans is still a little odd.
Kelsey: *blinks at him* We have fans? *gestures with a finger between the two of them* We? Or we the Legacy?
Rorin: *smiles* Both. The Legacy, of course. All of us. Different, eh, character combinations. But we do, too.
Kelsey: *OO* *._.* *pulls the blanket more tightly around her shoulders* That is...that is an odd notion to realize.
Rorin: *nods* It is indeed odd. So was watching some of the episodes. Interesting and, for me, certainly flattering to be admired. But very odd, yes.
Kelsey: What did you think of the episodes?
Rorin: *smiles thoughtfully* Hm, well. I find them entertaining and exciting. *small nod* They did make some changes to the story, so it isn't precisely what happened to us. It's still pretty close, though. Let's say I can imagine why we have so many fans. *pause* Though watching it wasn't just exciting. I certainly remember the parts that involved me.
Kelsey: There was more than excitement to it? *pause* ...and why /do/ we have so many fans?
Rorin: *shrugs, small smile* Why not? Well. I didn't outright ask what they like about which characters, but I'm planning on going to Ojom again. Ahh, and as for the excitement. I remember the true incidents and missions and some of them weren't pleasant. So the thought of it being entertainment is double-edged.
Kelsey: I see. *she meant the two of them specifically, but it's just as well that she didn't get an answer*
Rorin: *but the reply to that question would partly gross her out so for some reasons he doesn't really want to go there today :/* *nods* The resulting trauma remains real, anyway.
Kelsey: It does. And it is entertainment.
Rorin: To me, it is. And I suppose it is even more so, if you've never been through it.
Kelsey: ...I suppose it could be the same as reading stories and enjoying a character's misfortune. But to be fair, to my knowledge, those events are /fictional/.
Rorin: *nods* Well, from... most of the actors I talked to I didn't get the impression that they aren't aware of us and our tragedies being real. But then again, telling others about someone's misfortune can happen by turning it into a story.
Kelsey: It does not matter. I do not like it. I do not like being entertainment.
Rorin: Ahh, yes of course. I apologize.
Kelsey: It is not /your/ fault! It is these...these people. They take our lives, and, and make a game out of it! It is not right! Who does such things? Who thinks it is /right/ to do such things? WHO? *curls up into her blanket, getting increasingly upset*
Rorin: *.__.* It isn't my fault, no. But I don't mind it as much and my excitement doesn't seem appropriate. I am sorry that it makes you feel bad, Kelsey. Also, you do have a point.
Kelsey: There is so much difficult about this ship, and now there is not even any privacy. *wishes she could curl up more but she has reached maximum compact levels*
Rorin: *honestly struggling for something to say that doesn't make it worse* Is there anything I can do?
Kelsey: *wipes her eyes with her wrist and starts to shake her head, then stops* *quietly* Would you mind hugging me?
Rorin: *surprised but-- shakes his head* Of course not. *that's a thing he can do*
Kelsey: Thank you. *doesn't move*
Rorin: *waits briefly, but when she doesn't move he does, shifts closer until he can reach her and then hugs his curled up friend*
Kelsey: *uncurls enough to lean against him and half-heartedly hugs him back*
Rorin: *wraps his arms around her and holds her loosely tight* *._.*
Kelsey: *lets him hug her for about a minute and a half, then takes her arms back and straightens*
Rorin: *hugs her silently and when she takes her arms back and straightens, so does he* *shifts back a little to give her some more space*
Kelsey: *breathes* Thank you. *wipes her eyes again* *much calmer*
Rorin: *quietly* Anytime. *glad that he did a helpful thing*
Kelsey: *well, not any time. that shouldn't happen* *breathes again* I think that I am a little better now.
Rorin: *it does feel like it* *small nod, relieved but concerned* I'm glad.
Kelsey: Me, too. I did not expect to become that agitated. *tilts her head* Maybe you should not have stayed? *is it okay that I didn't kick you out*
Rorin: *shakes his head* If it was bad for you that I stayed, then no, I shouldn't have. But I don't mind. I'm glad that I was able to help after all. *feels quite powerless though*
Kelsey: *shrugs, and hugs herself* I think you only accelerated what would have happened. Well, and intensified.
Rorin: *.__.* I'm /really/ sorry, Kelsey. *he seems to have a talent for that kind of thing, but luckily this time there was no cliff involved* Perhaps I should better leave?
Kelsey: *shakes her head* Only if you want to. I do not mind your presence. *tilts her head* And you should not be sorry?
Rorin: Eh well, I didn't mean to intensify-- anything, really. *ruefully*
Kelsey: Oh. I did not expect that, either. That was very much a surprise.
Rorin: *nods* Hm. Yes, it was. *quietly*
Kelsey: Did it upset you?
Rorin: *shakes his head* It didn't.
Kelsey: Good. I do not want you to be upset.
Rorin: And I don't want you to be upset, either. But there are things I cannot change. So I fear that, for now, I may be a little out of words.
Kelsey: *nods* I understand. That is all right. But is it because there are things you cannot change?
Rorin: *nods* I know that what the Ojomites did is a privacy invasion for many. Even for me.
Kelsey: *oh, you too? so I'm not alone in this?* *comforting* *but you're so excited about it* Oh. I see. *sighs and settles back in her seat, staying uncurled, and relaxing her shoulders underneath her blanket* I think that I would like to read now, if you do not mind. I do not mind if you stay; I like your presence. But talking is a lot to do right now.
Rorin: *glad that she relaxes a bit, nods with a small smile* Then, if you don't mind, I'll meditate. *and think about something more supportive to say because the fine line between excitement and privacy invasion got lost somewhere on the way, /he/ is aware of it but that doesn't mean it comes across ^^°*
Kelsey: *shakes her head* I do not mind. *that's actually a great idea* I may join you if I cannot concentrate on reading. *reaches for her PADD*
Rorin: Ah, of course. If you'd like to join me, let me know. *shifts only slightly, doesn't assume a mediation pose; he often does because it's a habit and his meditation-form has to do with association, but he doesn't need a specific pose, not even close his eyes*
Kelsey: *nods* I will. *begins to read* *and then they sat there*