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Goodbye NX-01, where the dogs of society howl.. [Sep. 26th, 2006|01:01 am]

[mood |distresseddistressed]
[music |Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road..]

*Data gasps a little as he feels the familiar sensation of a transporter beam envelop him. He scrunches his eyes shut, whispering one last painful goodbye to the ship that he called home...*


*...and appears, with all his belongings, and Spot, in the ready room on a ship he has called home for much much longer. He looks around, blinking and looking fretful, and sees Q and Captain Picard before him*

*headtilts, still in a sense of disbelief* Greetings Captain.

*more to himself* I am back on the Enterprise E..! *looks around him* So is Spot...and Bunnybit..!

*looks at Q* Are...are we back in the 24th Century as well?
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(no subject) [Sep. 16th, 2006|10:17 pm]

[mood |awake]
[music |23-Jimmy Eat World]

::heads into Enterprise's mess, padd tucked under arm...Harry may sleep like an unnecessarily dense rock, but he somehow still manages to wake up long enough to nag about insomnia in others::

::stops to canvass room...yes, the usual suspects::

::detours to Chef's night time buffet, lifting a veggie tray::

::rearranges padd to serve as tray, freeing hand to actually hold food::

::chews on a carrot stick, contemplating options...just taking a corner table and pretending not to see anyone else likely the best option, but still...::

::swallows, picking feet up again and making way to nearest table, dropping padd and plate with a clank before slipping into seat across from kes_::

::waits a rather long moment for acknowledgment before giving up and making first move::

Why don’t you just indulge yourself and take pity on him?
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A big WTF on the Enterprise-E... [Sep. 1st, 2006|07:10 pm]
Picard looks out the widow and stares long and hard at the configuration of the stars outside. Gives Q -that- look.

"We are not where we started out. Am I to assume that you have done as you said you would?"
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Family Picnic [Aug. 26th, 2006|06:36 pm]

[mood |happyhappy]

*Miles has known for a long time that he would do anything for Julian, that Julian could convince him to do things that no one else has ever managed to do. He never imagined that that ability to wrap him around his little finger would include "adopting" a friend as their child, to become a mentor to them. He never imagined that he could be a father figure to someone of higher rank, but that was what he had recently become.*

*Still not sure just how he had agreed to become a father figure to Data, he is glad that he did. Data's a good man and even if it puzzles him to be a father figure to someone he never saw as needing one, he'll do the best job he can and do all he can to let Data know he's deeply honoured to be a chosen father.*

*Shortly after agreeing to become Data's father figure, Data had become ill. "as seen here" It is a great relief to know that Data has been given a clean bill of health. So much so that Miles decided to arrange a little celebration, a family picnic. The first outing for the family he has made for himself while on Archer's ship.*

*Is looking forward to being with Julian and Data, to solidifying their bond as a chosen family.*

*Carrying a picnic basket that he picked up from the messhall, he starts setting the picnic up in Observation Room 2, pushing the furniture to the side, laying out a red and white checkered table cloth on the floor to sit on and putting the basket in the center.*

*There are chicken sandwhiches for Miles, Bologna for Data - the android's favorite and oliveloaf sandwhiches for Julian. Some potato salad, green salad, vegetable slices with dip, and pickles. Some tarkalean tea for all of them, some water, and cookies for dessert and a few traditional Irish oatcakes that remind Miles of his mother's.*

*Smiles as he looks around and waits for Julian and Data. Glad to have this moment of normality on this ship that has welcomed them so generously.*
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O Captain, My Captain (of the moment)... [Aug. 20th, 2006|09:36 pm]
[mood |boredbored]

::moves chin from one hand prop to the other, letting eyes stray to chronometer on nearby bedside table::

::heaves impatient sigh, wriggling...well, this is an enlivening end to the day::

::plucks at knotted sheet below, humming a mindless ditty::

Oh, for crying out loud.

::forgets sheet, poking fingers at companion's smooth expanse of bare belly instead:

Wakey, wakey, Chuckles.
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Meanwhile, on Enterprise... [Aug. 15th, 2006|04:01 pm]

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[mood |confusedconfused]

*has comm duty, as Hoshi hadn't showed up to relieve him, thought she was due to do a normal shift again*

*sees a message coming in on the official frequency*
*thinks it's a bit odd, but still records it and starts to decode it*

*notices it's missing the usual security settings that accompany an official message*
*is puzzled*

*listens to it, a lot of it is garbled, but it's definitely Hoshi Sato's voice*

"[...]for the NX Enterprise and Captain Jonathan [...] we're alive [...] in the twelve months [...] home soon. Sato, Hayes, Tanner and Kelly - out."

*calls the captain while he tries to enhance what he hears in the background*
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Hatching the Plan... [Aug. 15th, 2006|09:21 pm]

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[mood |anxiousanxious]

*casually leans against bulkhead and looks around the corner*


*gestures all-clear*

*follows Steo, Hoshi and Kelly across and into the tiny auxiliery communications post*

Okay. I think we'll have ten minutes tops. Get to work, wondergirl!
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It's been a bloody long time... [Aug. 8th, 2006|10:59 am]

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[mood |frustratedfrustrated]

*lets self into Stephen Tanner's quarters on the Bella Nova*
*closes door behind her*

*waits for him to notice her*
*crosses arms*

Have you taken a look at the calendar lately?
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Shows, roads, etc. [Jul. 31st, 2006|03:06 pm]

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[mood |anxiousanxious]

*checks corridor, seems deserted for good, is an unGodly hour, afterall*

*tugs pony-tail tighter and adjusts stupid uniform... how anyone can wear one all day long, everyday is completely unfathomable... can't wait to get this done and change back into normal clothes*

*scrolls through schematic and finds right page*

*checks corridor one more time before getting started, really doesn't want to get caught, that would be very very bad*

*very bad*

*pries panel from the wall and gets started...*
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Enter Q... great timing [Jul. 29th, 2006|11:46 pm]
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-Surprisingly, caresses the hand holding his face and leans in to her kiss...-

*And, while caressing, a flash envelops Beverly. Q now takes her place when the light receeds, glancing over at Picard's hand and into his eyes.*

Why, captain, I did not realize you cared so much.

*Beverly reappears behind him, standing.*
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Sickbay, 0000 hours? [Jul. 14th, 2006|12:00 am]


::yanks shirt down in annoyance, taking a look back at lieutenantkim before heading through doors into Enterprise's medical bay::

::takes a slightly longer look, digging a heel into one of his feet::

Harry, finish waking up! And take that silly mask off. You'll run into something and poke an eye out, and then I'll have to fix that too. Good heavens, I'm just not supposed to sleep, am I?

::chooses not to wait on an answer, huffing onward instead::
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Message to all Enterprise-E Senior Staff, eyes only [Jul. 12th, 2006|07:44 pm]
All Senior Staff:

I would like to meet with all of you before we begin our next mission. Also, I would like especially to speak with the heads of the Medical and Science departments.

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On the Enterprise-E... [Jul. 11th, 2006|07:52 pm]
*Picard's voice comes over the shipwide PA system*

Commander Riker, report to the Captain's Ready Room...
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(no subject) [Jun. 23rd, 2006|10:36 pm]

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[Current Location |ship's gym]
[mood |goodgood]
[music |I Need You -- Lanyap]

::feet pound treadmill in rhythm, one two one two one two one two one... breath falling in easy cadence, though deep, hit the five mile mark second wind a few minutes ago::

::beats echo in the otherwise-empty gym, couple of weightlifting MACOs having cleared out shortly after started the run, kind of glad in a way, needs the space to think sometimes, different to be clearing head while pacing self than standing on the deck in ready room or on bridge, or quarters, or mess hall or anywhere else can't really ascend to another level, go somewhere else mentally... a soft, wooded path... a hard-packed sandy beach... high school track... hilly San Francisco neighborhood...::

::sometimes, anywhere but still here... in the Expanse... ::

::sighs through rhythm, bringing self back to steady mental state... no sense in dwelling on it, enough things to take care of on a daily basis on the ship with or without the search taking precedence... has learned to keep moving forward, taking each small step on the road to the end goal as a victory in itself... will find the Xindi in time... otherwise figures Daniels would be all over Jon in an instance::

::one two one two one two... ::

::taking Charlotte to dinner later, have a little one-on-one time with her, has been enjoying father-daughter interaction lately -- well, this month -- smiles to self, quite the young lady she's become, tries to keep lines of communication open, not always successful but with any luck, maybe will bypass adolescent upheaval for the most part::

::one two one two one two one... ::

::life feeling like a comfortable habit after so long out here... work, home, kids, family... a little play here and there... things good with Mal... things good in general... good... a little bit the same, but good... no hostile aliens lately, no PIFs, no odd happenings, no alternate selves, most of the crew fairly well-settled at the moment... good... ::

::one two one two one two one two one two... ::

::enjoys it while it lasts, knows this is rare even if it feels like a bit of a dry spell::

::wipes sweat from brow, checks the distance and time... little bit longer... winces as knee complains a little, pushes through it::

::one two one two one two... ::


::briefly glances over as someone else enters gym, keeps pace::
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Downtime? [Jun. 7th, 2006|10:50 pm]

[mood |frustratedfrustrated]

*Data has been miserable for the past day or so. His contracted some sort of illness or what have you, and he's congested, sniffly, and worse off, he can hardly talk. He's talked to Mister O'Brien and Trip, but there's not much that can be done other than let whatever virus he has run its course.*

*is miserable and cranky, as he sits on the playset after lunch. He holds the ever present Bunnybit to him, and he croaks out in barely a whisper to Bunnybit*

I wish I could talk....I wish I could feel better.... Nothing is working, and I feel sick...

*starts to quietly weep to himself a little out of frustration*
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. [May. 26th, 2006|09:54 pm]

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[mood |stressedstressed]
[music |Somewhere In Between - Lifehouse]

::stares at door leading into Enterprise's observation lounge, rubbing itchy fingers against slacks absently::

::Andrew said this was where ltcmdrtomparis was headed...doesn't really want to mentally connect clueless son to the situation, so should probably stop that line of thought and just...::

::mentally slaps self, stepping on in::

::...yeah, there::

::squares shoulders, moving to the half darkened corner where a certain pilot seems to be brooding::

::stops a pace away, reaching out to lay a hand atop his shoulder::

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Should we simply draw a line? [May. 14th, 2006|02:41 pm]
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[mood |irritatedirritated]

::pinches bridge of nose between fingers briefly, glancing down at array of padds and flexies scattered across desk...Chakotay's desk, as he seems prone to sullenly pointing out::

::moves eyes up, skirting gaze across said desk to take in target of recent ruminations::

::rests chin on hand, tracing the path of that fascinating tattoo::

This is absurd. I'm perfectly willing to accept that my being here is uncomfortable at best for everyone, especially him, but it's not as though I planned on being here, and the sooner we reach a compromise and work together, the sooner I can return to my ship...

::freezes, a stray wisp of terror shooting through body::

::yes, must get back...this mess may be nearly two decades in the making, but isn't about let own Voyager fall into such God awfully incapable hands disarray::
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(no subject) [May. 11th, 2006|10:09 pm]
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[Current Location |NX-01]
[mood |chipperchipper]

::Q flashes to a familiar vessel, in an empty corridor to catch himself in thought.::

::What a dull time it has been with the captain gone or held up so busy... I suppose I could bring him here at my very whim... looks about ...but maybe later. Perchance this is an opportunity to bring out some dusty greetings once bestowed to shine them over again.::

::With a more lively step he heads off in direction of sick bay, fading out of sight so as to not spoil the suprise of his presence, then back again when he arrives at his destination. After arriving at the door, he waits to tap on the door and 'rings the bell' at the end of a certain doctor's shift, grinning as his eyes beam out from the hood of his robes.::
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In Shuttle Bay One [May. 6th, 2006|12:50 am]

[Current Location |shuttle bay]
[mood |busy]
[music |Monkey Cymbals -- Robert Wade]

::laying on back at odd angle, under panel by navigation console of Shuttlepod One, cramped isn't the word for this... twists head to check PADD managed to stick in nearby, with example repair schematics from Uncle Trip's segment of their 'field trip' lesson::

::knows Lottie woulda had it figured out in a split second... Henry not so good with the wiring as he is with reading navigational charts::

::connects the last two wires in only way can figure out to do it, winces as back gets poked yet again::

Okay, I think... ::checks it again:: I think I did it. Or did something. It looks... well, it looks like it's connected.

Give it a shot.

::crosses fingers::
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Mission: escape [May. 2nd, 2006|03:59 pm]
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::retreated to captainchakotay's old office to lose self in science briefs catch up on paperwork::

::the XO's hole is the one place katiejaneway isn't likely to invade, after all...at least so long as she and the former XO himself are still battling it out over the Captain's office::

::slides into seat, propping elbow on desk surface and head on elbow briefly, eyes shutting::

::has almost drifted into a blissful realm of no thinking when door chimes::

::merely sighs instead::
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NX, Mess. [Apr. 9th, 2006|09:03 pm]

[mood |hopefulhopeful]

::steps in with a quick look around, bypassing the night-time snack bar set up by Chef::

::sets sights on corner table near view ports instead, attempting to gauge the mood of its occupant::

::oh, well...the odds of being turned down are probably be the same regardless, might as well bite the proverbial bullet::

::and keep a few more ancient Terran adages in the queue just in case they might help::

::shuts down line of thought, stopping just shy of table and clearing throat::

Care for some company?
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April Fool's Android [Apr. 1st, 2006|01:34 pm]

[mood |mischievousmischievous]

*Data sneaks into Captain Archer's ready room...*

*sticks a rubber chicken in Archer's chair..*

*runs off giggling*
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Not all it's cracked up to be... [Mar. 27th, 2006|01:51 am]

[mood |meh]
[music |Count Your Blessings -- The Martins]

::stops with Porthos inside kitchen entry, pondering switching on the light... could see better, maybe not trip over stuff but doesn't really want to let everyone know someone is in here... especially Cunningham, he'll corner Henry and jabber on, Henry not in the mood to be jabbered to... means well, but naw, just... will make way in the dark::

::kinda suits mood anyway... everything kinda blah lately, nothing really catching attention... well, one thing... one, uh, yeah, thing, person, um... shakes head a little, sighing as winds around counter, sleeve catching on handle of something and clanging against something else, doggone it... ::

::squints, nothing looks like it'll fall... should be okay::

::Porthos already at walk-in door, sitting, ears perked, looking up... knows Henry said 'cheese' a bit ago, smart dog... tugs on handle, cautioning Porthos to stay as steps into the cooler, poking around for some cheddar, maybe something else, is hungry too... is always hungry lately... could eat a horse, maybe, if knew what a horse was really like::

::reaches up to top shelf... holy crud, can reach tonight... couldn't make it a month ago... feels a little accomplished for a few moments, then not so much, frowning and pushing containers aside, almost catching one as it tips over, losing some contents::

... bloody... geez!!

::steps back onto Porthos' paw, jumping at his yelp::

Wha... I'm sorry, I'm... shhh, shh-shh-shh... ::bends over to check him, dropping stuff on the floor, Porthos feeling suddenly better and snarfling whatever-it-is down:: No... shhhhhshhh... don't... give me that, don't eat it! What is... what is it? Stop! Porthos!
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Q? Q! [Mar. 21st, 2006|02:21 pm]

(OOC: continued from THIS thread)


::comes around with a snarl, shoving to feet before bothering to take in surroundings::

::certainly not Voyager, and a little too gloomy and industrialized for own tastes...not that taste is particularly relevant at the moment, if the potential ramifications of being taken off ship for an unknown length of time are considered...::


::blinks, finally registering surroundings::


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Enterprise's gym [Mar. 16th, 2006|09:17 pm]

[mood |anxiousanxious]

::steps into notably empty room, surveying...yeah, most people would manage to find better things to do this time of night if off duty::

::follows muted thuds to the exception, staying a good couple of meters away from linnis_paris and her boxing gloves, for good reason...she's still pretty damn good::

::waits a minute for her concentration to break, offering a wave in response to the annoyed look she flashes::

Should you be doing this kind of physical activity yet?
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Delta Flyer, where else? [Mar. 5th, 2006|03:34 pm]

[mood |aggravatedaggravated]

::kicks feet against aft console, staring at screen above it for umpteenth time::

::doesn't really think studying flight algorithms and gravitational waves and every single type of orbit and flight loop and deacceleration method is necessary right now::

::heaves sigh of frustration, reaching forward to shut screen down before spinning in seat::

I'm bored. Can't we go somewhere else?
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In the Messhall [Feb. 6th, 2006|10:32 am]

*sits with Mina at a table, eating a late breakfast, glad that the kid was easy to cater to*

So what else do you like to eat, Mina?
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(no subject) [Feb. 4th, 2006|10:57 pm]
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[mood |cynicalcynical]

Flashes onto the Voyager, in the captain's quarters and looks about. He realizes the quarters are, of course, empty for the time being but that doesn't matter to him much.

looks at his wrist as if there's a watch there

My, my, he's late for the show, well, I'll just wait for him, then.

Walks around and sits in the chair behind the desk, and swivels to face away from the entrance.
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Someone's to blame... someone always is... [Jan. 24th, 2006|04:10 am]

[mood |only partially aggravated]

(Reference from personal logs the day before, the current morning, Part A, and the current morning, Part B.)

::feels markedly better, looking in the mirror, ready to start the day again, adjusts collar, pats down chest, hair good, face clean, uniform impeccable as usual... or at least until has to tackle some dipweed who goes haywire and tries to kill twenty people charged under Foster's care, then will get messy, but until then... perfect::

Ha, Simon, never know there was a single thing out of place this mornin'. You got this thing beat, smashed under yer heel, under the velvety-steel hand of second-in-command of the Security department, Enterprise, NX-01. Lieutenant.


...J G and it's time to head out and be large and in charge.

::nods to self in mirror, self nods back::

::takes two steps toward the door, then pauses, checking in between slow motion steps... good, okay, it's good::

::regains confidence, sniffs, opens door and enters corridor with aplomb::

::stops momentarily to wait for the turbolift, perhaps a brief morning constitutional is in order, ship always seems to need that::

::rocks on heels... avoids thinking about breakfast::
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Aftermath [Jan. 17th, 2006|09:49 pm]

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(OOC: takes place shortly after THIS thread)

::successfully checked jenay_paris out of Enterprise's sickbay, albeit with orders to stop back by soon...damned Ocampan growth fluctuations::

::still, feels got off pretty damn lucky...for the most part::

Who are you kidding, another innocent got killed on your watch, and you damn well could have prevented it.

::strides past departing crewman into obs lounge, stopping at nearest viewport and rubbing face with a hand bleakly::

::would give almost anything for just a familiar face right about now::
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Captain's Log, Day 876-- [Jan. 16th, 2006|03:06 pm]

[mood |busy]


Eight hundred and seventy... ?


::clears throat::

We've been out here... a long time. We've had many new contacts, helpful, antagonistic, neutral... some friends, some enemies.

None as overall relentless as the Borg. Somehow, everything old is new again.

Children, safe but scarred. Crew and ship, damaged but reparable. Those here, that is. Some are accounted for, sadly. Others... here we go again.

We are yet again missing several key personnel. Not dead, but gone. In the chaos of boarding drones, something -- dare I say, a PIF -- took away Major Hayes, Crewman Kelly, Stephen Tanner, and Hoshi. We've barely had time to analyze anything, but I'm positive the evidence will bear it out.

While we were fortunate enough -- hell, just call it blind luck -- to escape the Borg, the subsequent explosion that destroyed their ship also took the life of annikahansen, a loss felt deeply by our Voyager visitors. I refused to use our people as bargaining chips... but I can't protect someone who goes voluntarily. Still, it rings of a failure on my part, true or no.

We continue on. As if we had a choice in the matter... who knows what the future holds?
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*sitting at Quark's bar after his meeting w/Admiral Nechayev* [Jan. 11th, 2006|09:52 pm]

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[mood |concerned]

This is a rather disturbing predicament. *drums fingers idly on table in front of him* Something is very wrong, possibly with my ship, which is negatively affecting the space around us, and nechayev wants us to investigate the cause. *sighs* We have to put a stop to this as soon as possible. I wonder if this could be the cause of the temporal anomalies we've been experiencing, and the crew's ability to travel to jonathan_archer's ship.

Oh course, there is still the matter of _melusine_ turning up during the meeting and trying to resign, not to mention the fact that nechayev found out all about my relationship to _melusine_, and her relationship to Q... And the implied relations between Q and I, which I could have happily done without the admiral knowing about.

*stares blankly out ahead, thinking about everything, frowning*
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Stopping by sickbay... [Jan. 11th, 2006|02:29 pm]

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[mood |concerned]
[music |Strange Relationship -- Darren Hayes]

::following up on repairs after Borg attack, both ship and people... seems to be what they do anymore, repel attacks, retrieve people, fix things... mourn... move on... ::

::anything but actually finding the Xindi, for god's sake::

::sighs on way into sickbay, most injuries having been discharged or returned to limited duty already... save for one, who never seems to leave sickbay anyway... probably the one who should most of all::

::waits a moment for Porthos to catch up, dog hobbling too... seems like no one escaped being affected this go around::

::looks around, spotting Linnis, yes, up and about... shakes head::

I don't suppose you ever heard the phrase 'Doctor, heal thyself'?
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So when do I get out of here? [Jan. 9th, 2006|09:55 pm]

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[mood |restlessrestless]
[music |Better Days - Goo Goo Dolls]

::wriggles impatiently on biobed...just woke up alone for first time since...since...::

::would try to sneak up, Linnis isn't here, but everyone knows all doctors have invisible eyes in the back of their heads...or something::

::rolls onto side instead, throwing an arm over Teddy and staring across sickbay...kinda wants company, but everyone looks busy::

::kinda wants Seven, hasn't seen her since...::

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Bzuh? [Jan. 9th, 2006|11:13 am]

[mood |bitchybitchy]

*is getting annoyed*

*yells at the nurse*
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