Just Like Old Times

[public] Othic: <Not-Newbie> When I was testing combat, I couldn’t hit myself.
[public] Othic: <Not-Newbie> Sucked.
[public] O’Connor: <Unreretired> Well, that sounds like TOS.
[public] O’Connor: <Unreretired> So good job.
[public] AnneLions: <Zombified!> There’s always a first time!

Who’s Who?

[public] Kre’Leth is Dante is disguise.
[public] Wilco is Dante in disguse.
[public] Alastair is not Dante is disguise.
[public] Daelen is Daelen in disguise.
[public] Alastair is in fact Human4.
[public] Amitola is a Vulcan in disguise.
[public] Kre’Leth is Romulan2.
Wed Oct 4 17:28:22 2006
[public] Dante: <Rarr!> And for all this time, I thought Alastair was Human3. Silly me.

Sexy Corpse?

[Federation] Slate will be playing the role of the crazy old man who cackles in the corner.
[Federation] Mandy will be the sex-appeal character
[Federation] Othic: <Lord of the Wastelands> I thought that was Wilco’s role.

The “Ron Saga”: Introduction

This page, perhaps, needs a little explanation. Normally, I would probably not devote an entire section to one person, especially one such as Ron, but his exploits were (although also annoying) rather humorous and legendary. This page might also serve as a ‘what not to do on TOS’ (or any other MU*, for that matter).

‘Ron’ was a short lived character on TOS. Instead of following procedure, he immediately started trying to boss around the admin and older players. NOT a good idea. Really. He quickly ‘twinked out’ in the Federation and moved to the Klingons. They were not impressed with him either and he was quickly vaporised (after about 30 minutes IC; so he was IC for less time than he was as a Romulan, but he actually ‘RPed’ with Klingons). He then went to the Romulans. After bothering people there, he finally managed to get approved for RP. He broke his RPloc twice in 24 hours (that must be a record in and of itself) and insulted the Romulan Head admin (S’Kerus), H’Daen, Aidoann and various other people. As a result, S’Kerus banned him from the empire and he quickly promised ‘he’d change’ (something he’d been promising each time he got killed/banned). This is probably a record of some sort, since he was only IC approved for 24 hours and did not even RP once.

His ‘favorite’ scheme after getting kicked out is/was to connect and pretend he had no idea who ‘Ron’ is/was. Below are some snippets from his time on TOS. He was Ron, then as a Klingon he was Ralan, and finally he was Rihhan, the Romulan. Also, he tried to be ‘Malcom’, but he never got the registration email for that name.


At one point, this page featured logs from non-TOS MU*s. Unfortunately, it seems that they’ve gone missing. Below is what happened when he left TOS. I’m leaving the archival links in place, even though they go nowhere.

Someone was kind enough to send me two random Ron-logs, but unfortunately I’m not sure what MU* they’re from. I’d guess Legacy, but I don’t know. I’ll properly credit them when I find out.

There was, what I believe to be, a false-Ron sighting on ST:Ressurrection.

Update! Ron has now been kicked off of ANOTHER MU*, this time ATS. For more details, see the special Joseph ATS Page.

Ron has joined yet another MU* I’m on. He claims again to have changed, but has he really? (Addendum: he has been kicked off as of November 24/25, 2005)

Players on ST: Legacy have offered to send me even more Ron-logs. Aren’t they nice?

Anne Probably Deserved It

Crux has arrived.
*** Crux is no longer in RP Mode. ***
Crux wave in AnneLions general direction.
Wilco says “Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries?”
Jorin says “Now go away or he shall taunt you a second time!”
AnneLions waves to Crux.
Crux laughs and says “I love that movie.”
Wilco says “How can you not?”
Crux looks at AnneLions and humbly asks “have you had a chance to read your email?”
Jorin looks at Wilco, “We should tie a cocanut to his arms and see if he can fly like a swallow.”
Wilco says “African or European?”
Jorin says “European.”
Crux says “have you any shrubbery?”
AnneLions says “Email? You mean MT mail…?”
Wilco sold his entire shrubbery farm to the Knights Who Say Ni.
Crux says “yes, of course.”
Wilco shakes his head at Anne, “No, E-Mail. I gave him your address. :P”
AnneLions bahs, “Everyone has my email addy…” 😛
Jorin gave him your home address, anne.
Jorin grins.
AnneLions raises an eyebrow, “And how did /you/ get it?” 😛
Wilco says “That’s because you keep giving it to all the porno sites, Anne. :P”
AnneLions whacks Wilco. Hard.
*** Knight has gone into RP Mode. ***
Knight has left.
Wilco could make an awful comment, but won’t. 😛
AnneLions says “Good…”
Jorin has sources
Wilco gets Anne’s Social Security number. Now to do evil. 🙂
Jorin grins.
Jorin says “Can I have it?”
Wilco says “Sure, I’ll page it to you. :)”
Jorin says “Ok”
Jorin sends it to all those credit card place.
AnneLions whacks them both.
Crux says “Help, AnneLions, your my only hope….”
Jorin grins.
AnneLions has to find her Cadet list that she keeps track of Cadets with…
Jorin hopes he reamains on it.
Wilco says “I thought you kept track of Lieutenant Junior Grades with the Cadet list.”
Wilco says “Cadets were on the Rear Admiral list.”
AnneLions facepalms.
Wilco says “Oh, Anne. If you get any weird charges to your credit card for things like a new Porsche and eighty-sevn motorhomes, disregard.”
AnneLions says “I have a credit card with that high of a limit? Cool!”
Wilco says “You do now. It’s much more convienient for me.”
Database save complete.
Wilco says “Unfortunately, there’s 25 percent interest. Even a 133t hax00r can’t beat the banks entirely. :)”
AnneLions laughs.
Wilco says “However, don’t worry. I’ll pay you back by signing you up for all of those Internet ‘get rich quick’ schemes.”
AnneLions says “Mmmm hmmm… Just gimme the card. ;)”
Wilco says “You _have_ the card, I upgraded your existing one. :)”
Crux says “be right back, i must make coffee”
AnneLions has no card, must’ve gotten someone else’s by mistake. 😛
Wilco starts Crux’s coffee machine on Folgers, using his 133t hax00r skills.
Wilco says “Really? Well…sucks to be them, huh? :)”
Wilco says “The four-million dollar credit card bills are probably going to be painful. :)”
AnneLions laughs.
Wilco gets himself a Learjet from EBay. 🙂
Wilco says “Current Bid – 53,462. New Bid – $15,000,000”
AnneLions has it shipped to her…. uh… house?
Wilco nods, “I ordered it by air mail,”
AnneLions chuckles.
Jorin says “Wilco, find me a credit card to use like that too. I need to get Annelions a facelift, and that’s gonna cost a lotta money*snicker*”
AnneLions baps Jorin.
Wilco says “I’d advise against it. No dcotor is that good.”
Wilco then thinks, “Mind you, he could hardly make it _worse_…”
AnneLions takes out one of Wilco’s lead pipes and whacks him with it.
Jorin nods, “Good point. Lets try it anywyas.”
AnneLions whacks Jorin, too, while she’s at it.
Jorin dodges.
Wilco gets out the lead scalpel, bottle of tequila and picture of Britney Spears.
[Federation] Wilco: Yes, it’s Amateur Plastic Surgery Time in the Federation OOC Area! 🙂
[Federation] Jorin: YAY!
Jorin holds down AnneLions. Straps her to a bed.
Wilco says “Man, if I had a nickel for every time someone did that to her…”
[Federation] Ashlyn: hmm?
AnneLions says “You wouldn’t have any money…”
[Federation] Wilco: We’re going to turn AnneLions into Britney Spears. Well, at any rate, we’re going to try.
[Federation] AnneLions: Uh huh…
Wilco says “Yeah, I’d ring up so much that the counter would probably roll over.”
Crux says “watching you folks is almost funner than the RPing”
[Federation] Wilco: Hopefully she can act/sing better, though. 🙂
AnneLions says “All you’d have would be spider webs.”
Wilco hooks Anne up to an IV, and begins feeding tequila into her veins.
AnneLions whacks Wilco, yet again.
Jorin stands by with the tray of tools ready to hand them to Wilco.
Wilco says “Ow. Thirty CCs of Romulan Ale, she needs the native drink of her people.”
AnneLions demotes Jorin to Civvie. 😛
*** Crux has gone into RP Mode. ***
Crux has left.
Jorin loads up 30 CCs of Rommie Ale and injects it into Anne’s forarm.
AnneLions whacks, again, getting tiring…
Jorin says “Then stop resisting. :)”
Wilco looks at Anne.
Wilco says “Resistance is futile. You will be Britneyated.”
Jorin cackles with insane glee.
Wilco looks at Anne’s face, and says, “I don’t think Britney’s eyes are that color. Corkscrew, please,”
Jorin hands wilco a scalpel
Jorin takes back the scalpel
AnneLions runs off and hides.
Jorin hands the corkscrew.
Jorin straps anne down again. “Stop moving.”
Wilco says “All of this while strapped to a bed. She’s probably not going more than two kilometers an hour, anyway.”
Wilco sends the sloths out to catch her, and searches for his artifical eyes.
AnneLions cut the straps, duh.
Wilco says “Oh.”
Jorin nods. “I think we have some extra ones in the stock room.”
Knight has arrived.
*** Knight is no longer in RP Mode. ***
Wilco goes to the stockroom, “While I’m gone, release the Giant Axe of Restraint,”
*** Knight has gone into RP Mode. ***
Knight has left.
Jorin straps anne down a third time and takes all objects away with which she can cut straps.
AnneLions takes out a concealed knife and cuts the straps again.
Jorin sighs. Injects anne with a nerve number. Then straps her down again. “Now lets see you move.”
Wilco says “He’s got a quart of tequila in her. My, alcohol does make her a fiesty one.”
Jorin nods. “Aye, it does.”
Crux has arrived.
*** Crux is no longer in RP Mode. ***
Wilco gets the artificial eyes, the corkscrew, and walks over to Anne. 
The scene fades to black, with the caption ‘Gruesome Gouging Scene Omitted’
Jorin says “Crux, we need help. Watch anne to make sure she doesn’t escape anymore.”
AnneLions escapes again. And hides, again.
Jorin says “Dangit crux!”
Jorin says “Go find her.”
Crux says “sorry, but i do need her.”
Jorin continues searching for eyeballs.
Wilco says “Maybe I should detonate some ICBMs, and then fire a nuke at Britney. Then, they’d still look alike.”
AnneLions uses a personal cloaking device, and is invisible.
Jorin says “Yeah, good point. And that might be easier too, Wilco…”
Crux says “Anne, I’ll send you another MT mail”
*** Crux has gone into RP Mode. ***
Crux has left.
AnneLions says “I got the first one… too late…”
Jorin breaks out the ICMBs and hands ’em to Wilco.
Sinclair has disconnected.
*** Sinclair has gone into RP Mode. ***
Sinclair has left.
Wilco has reconnected.
[Federation] Sheridan was at lunch 
Iron Fist Party Happy Missile Silo of Luv – Nothing Says Luv Like The Sweet Sting of Nuclear Weapons
Wilco says “Bloody connection.”
Jorin nods
Jorin breaks out the ICMBs and hands ’em to Wilco.
[Federation] AnneLions: Lunch? Who said you could eat lunch? 😉
Wilco takes them, then frowns, “The hell…this is an ICMB (In-Continient, Moronic Baby)! I need an ICBM!” 😛
Jorin says “Ah crap.”
Wilco says “Well said.”
Jorin packs up his gear, and goes to the nearest ICBM silo. He grabs a crane and pulls it out and brings it back on a truck to Wilco. “Like this one?”
Wilco says “Perfect. :)”
Fri Mar 1 12:03:19 2002
Jorin nods. “GOod.”
Wilco points the ICBM at SFA and launches it.
AnneLions whacks Wilco, still invisible.
Betts has arrived.
*** Betts is no longer in RP Mode. ***
“What?! Is warp 2 at 84.8 gms from base /bad/???” 
AnneLions waves, invisibly.
Wilco turns on the magical anti-cloaking device machine known as ‘radar’.
Wilco says “I swear, I don’t know why the morons in SF didn’t think of that. :)”
AnneLions says “Shhhhh! :P”
Knight has arrived.
*** Knight is no longer in RP Mode. ***
Knight leaves the transporter console.
[Federation] Knight: how is there a body in a marker buoy? is that possible?
Weps Officer: “Captain, there’s a cloaked Romulan ship in the vicinity!” 
Captain: Activate the R.A.D.A.R. Device. Then load them with so much phaser shot they’ll be lucky to not disintigrate.
Jorin grins. “THat’d be funny.”
*** Knight has gone into RP Mode. ***
Knight has left.
Wilco says “I wish sonar carried in space. Then, we could have the entire Fleet RP be like scenes from a submarine movie. :)”
Wilco would talk like Sean Connery and endlessly refer to his ship as the ‘Red October’. 🙂
AnneLions laughs.
AnneLions actually saw that movie… years ago.
Wilco says “I saw it a few weeks ago. Delightful film. :)”
Wilco has partially disconnected.
Reply message from Sheridan: I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE
*** Wilco has gone into RP Mode. ***
Wilco has left.
Wilco is here! 

A poor lieutenant staggers in, Swiss-cheesed by phaser fire. A caption appears…

THERE’S PAIN… 

An admiral then runs in, crying and weeping as Wilco bludgeons him to death with a lead pipe. 

…AND THERE’S WILCO PAIN. 
NOTHING RELIEVES WILCO PAIN.
Wilco has arrived.
*** Wilco is no longer in RP Mode. ***
*** Wilco has gone into RP Mode. ***
Wilco has left.
Wilco is here! 

A poor lieutenant staggers in, Swiss-cheesed by phaser fire. A caption appears…

THERE’S PAIN… 

An admiral then runs in, crying and weeping as Wilco bludgeons him to death with a lead pipe. 

…AND THERE’S WILCO PAIN. 
NOTHING RELIEVES WILCO PAIN.
Wilco has arrived.
*** Wilco is no longer in RP Mode. ***
AnneLions acks.
Wilco aghs as he’s caught up in the waves of partial disconnection!
Wilco says “The Captain of the UShSh Red October doesh not haave to shtand for thish!”
Jorin has seen that movie about 20 times…
Betts murrs.
Jorin liked it each time.
AnneLions destroys the ship.
Betts loves Sean Connery… so sexy!
Jorin rebuilds the October. “There ya go, Wilco.”
Jorin watches as Wilco gets a girl just for imitating Connery.
AnneLions destroys it again, turning into dust.
Betts looks at Wilco..looks at Connery and laughs.
Jorin shoots anne, then rebuilds it and gives it to Wilco again.
Turning it into dust, rather.
AnneLions destroys it… bla, bla, bla…

Couldn’t Turn Left at Albuquerque

Delvon announces “Due to some….difficultes, the planned RP between the Roms and Federation is postponed. We’ll try this again later. ”

Aruth gossip announces “Embarassing…simply Embarassing. Some rescue effort. :0]”

Agne gossip announces “Oh man I know…we got close to the Rom border and phew…man that BO was so bad we just had to turn back”
E’vad gossip announces “hehehe”
Aruth gossip announces “We told Queeqeg to shower, but he refuses.”
Agne gossip announces “Probably a protest”
Aruth gossip announces “Apparently it worked. ;]”
Delvon gossip announces “Actually, could you guys make a bunch of signs? Pointing to Rom space from SB1? That way we don’t get lost again. :-P”
Aruth gossip announces “*ROTFL*”
Banks gossip announces “Set the beacon on your coms?”
S’Kerus gossip announces “makes me wonder about S’tok’s warp trail….was it heading towards Ch’Rihan, or Centauri.”
Agne gossip announces “MacDonalds”
Aruth gossip announces “We should just fly all your ships there, like we did for the Banneker. ;]”
Delvon gossip announces “I’m all for it. I’ve got the command codes, as long as you agree to set me up for life.”
From across the Gossiping Galaxy, S’Kerus LOL.
Agne gossip announces “Hey my mass defection offer of booze and babes for the Bann still stands”

[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> So why did the Rom/Fed RP get called
off?
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> They got lost. 8^)
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> No…you’re kiddin
[Rihannsu] H’Daen grins.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane laughs out loud!
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: “Navigational error” is brought new meaning by them.
[Rihannsu] Aruth is still laughing…”talk…can’t…breathe…”
S’Kerus gossip announces “Look at it this way folks, at least they
didn’t wonder into a star this time.”
H’Daen gossip announces “Probably couldn’t find one to run into.”
Aruth gossip announces “*rolls*”
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: How lost were they?
[Rihannsu] Aruth: like opposite direction for an hour
Agne gossip announces “So how many ships have ran into stars on this muse?”
Delvon gossip announces “Not enough”
H’Daen gossip announces “How many fed ships have been destroyed? Divide by two for the Rommie Factor. That’s how many ran into stars.”
S’Kerus gossip announces “Agne, last time I counted, 4 ships in 2 years. The latter 3 all in one single year.”
H’Daen gossip announces “Unless we missed out on some Federation covert ops. Can’t count those out. ;)”
From across the Gossiping Galaxy, Delvon has no official comment. “I’m off to weep now.”
New poll added by S’Tane.

S’Tane’s Poll(1): When a Federation Task Force leaves Starbase One, they should always remember to: A.) bring their compass rings B.) bring their starmaps C.) bring a cell phone incase they get lost or D.) All of the above.
[public] S’Tane giggles
[public] Aruth still says E) Hire a Rom to fly.
[public] AnneLions laughs.
New poll added by S’Tane.

S’Tane’s Poll(2): When a Federation Task Force leaves Starbase One, they should always remember to: A.) bring their compass rings B.) bring their starmaps C.) bring a cell phone incase they get lost D.) All of the above or E.) Just hire a Rihannsu Pilot.

[public] Banks: Joking aside, I know of 2 crashes. Excelsior and.. one a few months before I apped in. What are the other 2?
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> The track record of StarFleet piloting skills, or lack there of, had been endless source of entertainment for us.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane laughs out loud
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Stop it hurts
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> How many Feddies does it take to pilot a starship?
[Rihannsu] E’vad: <Supernewbie!> Probably just 1 since it’ll crash anyway
From across the Gossiping Galaxy, Banks grumbles, “There are 2 Rom kidnap-some-Feddie RP Plots for every ship we crash”
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> 1 The rest of them are trying to figure out where the hell their at.
[Rihannsu] Aruth: unfortunately, they always leave that ‘1’ home.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane wanders off to find some ice cream to give her aching sides a rest frm laughing so hard
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Okay how many Fedies does it take to read a starmap?
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> All of them since they are trying to figure out what the + and minus signs mean on the X and Y axis.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen nods.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Good one.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane continues to giggle to herself.
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> None of them.
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> They they can’t recognize it even if it’s staring right at them.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> They had the starmap turned upside down!
[Rihannsu] Aruth: they unfolded it only to realize the FO had used it as a game of connect the dots.
[Admin] S’Kerus: <Slacker> My roommate is laughing at the whole thing btw. 8^)
[public] Agne notes that S’kard would have said something different in Response
[public] Aruth grins. “like what?”
[public] Agne: <That darn woman!> Something that probably shouldn’t have been said on the public channel
S’Kerus announces “To protect the feelings of those involved in the blunder, the Romulans will retract the offer to drop those large blinking signs.”
[Rihannsu] S’Tane busts a gut
[public] Agne’s s jaw drops as she sees Christopher Walken dancing on her screen “This is Twisted”
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> I am all for sending the Banneker back to the Federation in boxes sent postage due via UPS
[Rihannsu] S’Tane needs to find a tissue she’s laughed so hard she started to cry
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> I am worried that if we do let them go, and let them pilot it back, would they be able to find their way home
Aruth announces “Instead, the Romulans will simply start up an escort service. Our motto: “We do the drivin’, you do the whinin'””
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: They’d probably crash it into the Rok.
[Admin] Aruth loses it.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane can’t breath
[Admin] S’Kerus laughs.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: We’ll have to fly it home for them and then beam them over to the Banneker after it’s in docking range of SB1.
Andy announces “@gann, please. :>”
[Admin] Delvon is going to laugh so hard he can’t breathe.
[public] S’Kerus: <TOS Admin> Hey Andy.
[Admin] Aruth: damn, even Andy busted me… ;]
[Admin] S’Kerus chuckles.
Delvon gossip announces “As one final note, All Starfleet navigators must now re-take the 5 hours course, and reapply for their permits.”
[public] Andy wavies
H’Daen gossip announces “In other words, the rendezvous isn’t gonna happen in 2001, is it?”
[public] Delvon bows to the all powerful.
Delvon gossip announces “Not unless we get Suv back to do the driving.”
[public] Banks peers, “Andy? I heard you’d died” 🙂
[public] Andy: <Director> Whatever.
[public] Delvon notes that Banks peers and calls everyone ‘Andy’ now, since he died himself.
Aruth gossip announces “actually, it was H’Daen that drove that time.”
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Oh like Suvin is such a big hit, she gets lossed in the middle of the Romulan zone.
[public] Banks laughs, “Yeah, I was gonna welcome you to the club”
[public] Andy grins. “What, did someone run into a star again?”
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> No they haven’t run into stars before have they?
[public] Delvon: <Fed Admin> no.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Tell me its a lie.
[public] Banks: No no. But they did forget there the Rom Empire is
From across Time and Space, H’Daen can’t see how they could possibly think we let one of /their/ people fly the Banneker to our base. 😉
[Rihannsu] Aruth: twice.
H’Daen gossip announces “Not my first USS <name here>, won’t be my last. ;)”
[Rihannsu] Andy: No… Four times
[Rihannsu] H’Daen grins.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane laughs
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Stellar Run <TM>
[public] Delvon: <Fed Admin> We had a meeting with the Rommies, and the Cally’s navigator pointed her towards Plilaun for an hour.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Popular for a reason. 😉
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Well that sure was a “bright” idea
[Rihannsu] Aruth eeks. “We’re trying to remember the ship names Andy…you recall?
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Andy…what were the names of those 4 ships?
[Rihannsu] H’Daen grins.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: And how many shuttles, eh? ;-D
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Hmm I wonder what this big hot thing is over here.
[Rihannsu] Andy: Federation, Excelsior, FSB Reebok, and I forget the other.
[public] Banks puzzles, “You can get from Plilaun to Rom space you know. Just aim kinda up”
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Hmmm let’s drive on up and take a look
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Federation?
[public] Delvon: <Fed Admin> Not exactly to Plilaun.. in that general direction.
[public] Delvon: <Fed Admin> and in any case, no where near Devoras.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane laughs out loud.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Read Romulan.General for my favorite quote. 😉
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> NO, Fed crashed.
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> I was so pissed
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: When did the Fed crash?
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: That’s awful.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: I went to /so/ much trouble to steal that thing, too.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Couldn’t they just let us keep it safe for them? 😉
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> Had we successfulled capture it, it would still be here.
[Rihannsu] Andy: I think it was like four years ago… It was re-created though.
From across the Gossiping Galaxy, Agne notes that the tug boat and a scrap metal scout ship is the only Fed ship that the Roms could hope of ever taking
[Rihannsu] S’Tane laughs out loud
Delvon gossip announces “Can’t. If we do that, his ego will crush the
Mu. ”
H’Daen gossip announces “Wrong. USS Federation was my other. :P”
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> Uly crashed right?
Agne gossip announces “True…when did you get the Fed?”
H’Daen gossip announces “2 1/2 years ago during the Tholian thing.”
H’Daen gossip announces “We didn’t have it for long, though, because it was late and we were too sleepy to really care if you wanted to fly over and prefix it home. ;)”
H’Daen gossip announces “(Catch and release.)”
[Rihannsu] Aruth: yeah, the Uly was one.
S’Tane gossip announces “Maybe it wasn’t big enough for H’Daen’s tastes.”
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> Well, at least we know for sure now that their scouts don’t have klingon or romulan cloaking devices.
Banks gossip announces “Who was that Rom senator that died trying to explain how little the Roms cared about the Fed?”
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> well guys this has been an incredibly entertaining night.
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> One crashed, and we captured the other one.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen grins.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Like they’d figure out how to install them, even /with/ the Engineering kit’s file on the subject. 😉
[public] Delvon figures it was about time for a huge “abuse @gann” Session. 😛
[public] Agne: <That darn woman!> abuse?
[public] Delvon: <Fed Admin> last one of these I saw was like my second day here.
[public] S’Tane: In the old days Gann was used more than the public channel.
[public] Aruth: <Rihannsu Admin> We had one the other night.
[public] Agne: <That darn woman!> well on mush client it looks purple which is pretty
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> Refill your ooc credits in case you want to @gann
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: Thanks, S’K.
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Fank ew S’K
[public] AnneLions: It’s driving my eyes bonkers. Purple-pink on a grey background. 😉
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> I wish S’Kard would come out of @RP
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> they are still flying
Delvon gossip announces “Ok, next time we do this, I’ll drive. Then I’ll just ram your pansy destroyer into little pieces. Take that. :-P”
[public] S’Tane: switch to black.
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> Rinok is SO missing out.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen nods. “He is.”
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> Kard too.
[public] AnneLions: I have it grey for a reason. 😛
S’Tane gossip announces “Only if you can find us first”
Delvon gossip announces “True. Gotta hide behind those cloaks :-)”
[public] S’Kard: <AmIRomOrNot.com> Dun dun DUN!
[public] Rinok: What is going on here?
H’Daen gossip announces “Or those ENG PWR OFF=Long Sensors on your scouts. ;-D”
[public] S’Kerus: <TOS Admin> The Feddies got lost.
[public] S’Kard makes big chicken noises.
[public] Rinok: LOL
[public] S’Kard: <AmIRomOrNot.com> bOK BOK
S’Tane gossip announces “Heck no why do that when we can just sit here waiting for you to try and find us.”
[Rihannsu] H’Daen should really sell for real $$$ copies of his nav manual to the feds.
[Rihannsu] H’Daen: It’s just too unfair as it is. 😉
Rinok gossip announces “Just give a BIG map to the Feds with a BIG RED POINT noting “WE ARE HERE!”.”
[Rihannsu] S’Kerus: <Grand Inquisitor> Why? And miss out all this free entertainment?
[Rihannsu] H’Daen laughs.
[Rihannsu] S’Kard rotfl
[Rihannsu] S’Tane grumbles
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> What did I miss?
[Rihannsu] S’Kard: <> Rommikaze <> shhh…here she comes
[Rihannsu] S’Kard ducks
[public] Rinok: anyway, where is your ship now? Ikaran space? 🙂
[public] S’Kard: <AmIRomOrNot.com> *LAFS*
[public] S’Tane snerks
[public] Aruth wonders if he can submit 300+ lines of text to THM
[public] Rinok: By this point they already met the cardassians. 🙂
[public] Banks: They’ll rescue Voyager tomorrow
[public] S’Kerus: <TOS Admin> You assume they can stay away from all those stars along the way.
[public] Aruth: <Rihannsu Admin> Excalibur: The first USS Voyager.
[public] Rinok nods “Truth Kerus…”
[public] S’Tane: they just heard, “We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistence is Futile.”
[public] Banks: See, that’s why I like the Fed. When it’s off course by the time I figure it out, there is plenty of time to change heading. And when we hit a star the star moves
[public] S’Tane: However the Borg change their minds when they realize they would have to downgrade their NavSoftware to assimulate the Feddies
[public] Rinok LOL
[public] S’Kard rolls
[Rihannsu] S’Tane: <OldFart> Are you laughing at Banks or me?
[Rihannsu] S’Kard: <> Rommikaze <> you
[public] Banks: That was a good one

Fork You!

Brianne chuckles, “Ah. I know how that is. Well, I didn’t graduate very long ago myself.”
Fri Oct 21 17:32:54 2005
Frerdine nods. “It’s really remarkable. By the time I’m a seventy-year old Captain with an office in Starfleet Command, I’ll think I’ve been around since the Mesozoic.”
Brianne laughs, “Like Admiral Wilco?” She takes a sip of her juice.
Frerdine chuckles and shrugs. “He’s really not that old. My father’s older than he is, I think,” Frerdine points out. “But, hey, maybe he thinks that playing up his age will let him attract -human- women this time.” He smirks.
Brianne gives Frerdine a curious look but says nothing aside from, “Oh?”
Frerdine nods, smiling slightly. “It was a joke,” he explains. “I’m not very good at them. You hear about that dalliance he had with the Romulan ambassador…phew…was it last year?”
Brianne nods, “Of course I heard.” She shrugs slightly.
Frerdine nods. “Okay, I guess it just wasn’t funny, then. I thought it was.” He shrugs.
Fri Oct 21 17:47:53 2005
Brianne smiles faintly, “My specialty is xenobiology.”
Frerdine ahs, and nods. He then polishes off his beverage. “Xenobiology. Must be desperately dull.”
Brianne shakes her head, “I find it quite interesting. All those species… Andorians, Tellarites, Romulans, Klingons…. Ikarans.”
Database save complete.
Frerdine grimaces, slightly, at the mention of the psychic teddy bears. And who can blame him? “Well, not really my cup of whatever I just drank, is all I’m saying.”
Brianne blinks in surprise, “You don’t know what you just drank?”
The door from the crew lounge slides open.
______________________________________________________________________________
|                    USS Falkenberg Internal Occupants Scan                    |
| Rank   Name        Sex    Race    Flags Location                           |
| —————————————————————————- |
| LtCmd  Frerdine    Male   Human   C     Deck 2 – Primary Hull: Crew Lounge |
| Capt   Smith       Male   Human   CA    Deck 2 – Primary Hull: Fore Corrid |
| Cadet  Hinajosa    male   Human   C     Deck 2 – Primary Hull: Observation |
| RAdml  O’Connor    Male   Human   C     Deck 2 – Primary Hull: Crew Lounge |
| Lt     Brianne     Female Human   C     Deck 2 – Primary Hull: Crew Lounge |
| —————————————————————————- |
| Awake Occupants: 5                                                           |
`——————————————————————————‘
Smith comes in from the corridor.
Smith has arrived.
The door from the crew lounge slides closed.
You hear a strong voice in your head: SURRENDER. ALL OF YOU MUST SURRENDER TO US! This is followed by a strong compulsion to attack the first being you see.
Frerdine shakes his head. “It was sitting on the table when I got here,” he explains. “I scanned it, it wasn’t poisonous, so bottoms up.”
Brianne OOCly says “Bah…”
Fri Oct 21 18:02:53 2005
Smith approaches the door to the corridor.
The door to the corridor slides open.
Smith heads through the door to the corridor.
Smith has left.
The door to the corridor slides closed.
Brianne blinks once and frowns, wincing slightly. Suddenly, she stands up and lunges at Frerdine, “How dare you!”
Frerdine does what anybody would do. Namely, he stumbles the hell back, tipping his chair over as Brianne lunges, losing his balance and caught entirely off-guard. “Gak!” is all he can get out.
At the same time this occurs, another crewmember, nameless.. probably security, reaches over and lunges at Frerdine, stabbing him in the leg with a dinner fork, which juts out, blood pooling around it.
Brianne seems rather intent on trying to strangle Frerdine, despite him losing his balance.
Frerdine, being stabbed and strangled, does what anybody would do. Namely, he pulls the fork out of his leg and goes for Brianne’s eye.
Brianne OOCly says “Anybody would do that?!”
Frerdine OOCly says, “Well, many people would. :P”
Frerdine OOCly says, “It’s the twenty-third century. Eyes are easy to fix. :P”
Brianne OOCly says “But it entails going to SICKBAY! I’m so gonna whack somebody upside the head. :P”
Frerdine OOCly grins.
O’Connor raises an eyebrow, mouth slightly agape at the interesting panorama of insanity that is spreading across the room. Well, spreading is perhaps a bad word. Anne and Frerdine are being insane, and Crewman X is missing a fork. So what is an Admiral to do? Shoot them first. Yep. Good idea.
Brianne OOCly says “I knew the admin were evil. I didn’t know they were this evil. :P”
Ship’s Computer: Unauthorized weapons fire detected on Deck 2, Primary Hull: Crew Lounge.
O’Connor discharges his weapon but strikes nothing.
A glare of light emits from O’Connor’s weapon and strikes Brianne.
You’ve fallen unconscious.
There is quiet crackle as the comm panel is activated.
O’Connor OOCly says “Funny, that time I meant to hit Frerdine.”
Frerdine OOCly says, “Your marksmanship is commendable.”
O’Connor OOCly says “Carry on, Frer. I’m out of shots for this round.”
<Intercom> Smith says “Captain to Lounge, report.”
You have regained consciouness.
Brianne OOCly says “Ow.”
Fri Oct 21 18:17:53 2005
“Agh!” Frerdine says as he takes the advantage of his opportunity to throw Brianne off and get to his feet. Shakily, since his leg is hurt. Unaware that the second shot was intended for him, he nods at O’Connor. “Thank you, sir. Good shooting. Ah…son of a bitch.” He rubs his leg with one hand and his throat with the other.
Brianne OOCly says “I assume I’m still supposed to try to attack him?”
<Intercom> Smith says “Lounge?”
There is a click as an intercom connection is closed.
Ship’s Computer: Smith Announces, “Security to Crew Lounge”
Brianne groans and starts to stir, the phaser shot starting to wear off.
The door from the crew lounge slides open.
Smith comes in from the corridor.
Smith has arrived.
The door from the crew lounge slides closed.
Brianne OOCly pokes?
Frerdine OOCly says, “O’Connor is dead?”
The door from the crew lounge slides open.
Neville comes in from the corridor.
Neville has arrived.
The door from the crew lounge slides closed.
Brianne OOCly says “I hope he didn’t shoot himself. ;)”
Frerdine OOCly grins.
Frerdine OOCly says, “Pose around him, I guess.”
Brianne OOCly nods.
Neville OOCly says, “Ron’s back?”
Brianne is laying on the floor, semi-conscious.
Frerdine OOCly says, “No, this is actual RP. :P”
Frerdine is standing, bleeding badly from a wound in his leg and rubbing his neck gingerly, looking down at Brianne a bit bewilderedly.
Smith has just arrived with a few security officers in tow, phasers drawn.. as is the custom when there is weapons fire on the ship..
Neville pulls a Federation Phaser Pistol from his belt.
Fri Oct 21 18:32:53 2005
Brianne groans softly and starts to blink her eyes open.
Smith OOCly says “right.. soo…”
“Who the hell is firing phasers around here?” The new Captain queries as he glances about ready to shoot something.
Seeing Smith come in, Frerdine snaps to attention. “Sir,” he says, hoarsely. “I don’t know what happened…Lieutenant McCree just seemed to snap. She seemed to be upset about something but I can’t remember what, we were talking about -biology-…”
Smith looks at you.
Brianne OOCly chuckles.
Brianne is about to give Smith something to shoot at. Yes indeed. Seeing and hearing Frerdine, she rolls over and tries to grab his leg. “You… You… YOU!” she shouts. Not much for sneak attacks, is she?
“Right then..” The Captain mumbles stuffing his pistol back into his belt. He moves to the intercom and flips it on.. he is cut short by the rouge Lieutenant moving again. He then gives Neville a signal to intervene.
Frerdine’s leg is not in good shape right now, and even Brianne just grabbing it hurts. “Ow!” he says, just trying to shake her off. “Whatever it was, Lieutenant, I’m sorry, alright?”
The door from the crew lounge slides open.
Hinajosa comes in from the corridor.
Hinajosa has arrived.
The door from the crew lounge slides closed.
Neville frowns and kneels between the woman on the floor and her would-be attackee. He gently releases her grip on his leg so as not to further injure him and motions for him to go sit down somewhere and try to quit bleeding on the carpet.
Neville looks at everyone, all his superiors, and says with a frown “Has anyone called the infirmary yet?”
Hinajosa slowly steps in to investigate what’s going on keeping his head low, sees’ everything looks ok and comes to attention “Captain, (pauses to see the Secuirty officer kneeling)
Brianne isn’t to be shaken off that easily. As Neville tries to pry her off of Frerdine, she turns her attack on him instead.
Neville looks at you.
Smith grumbles as the Lieutenant turns her assaults on the Ensign, “Calm down Lieutenant. That’s and order.”
Frerdine, naturally, does sit down. “Ah, man. That’s going to need…” he glances at his leg, “about five seconds with a protoplaser, actually.” He smiles, in a relieved way.
Brianne OOCly laughs.
Neville OOCly says, “heh”
Neville proceeds to put the woman into submission, which shouldn’t be too terribly difficult given their comparable sizes and her current physical condition, but.. stranger things have happened.
Hinajosa folds his arms in a Professional way observing the scene in front of him, “Someone need a Doctor?”
Smith OOCly says “Neville, punch Anne to see the results of your ‘put her into submission’.”
Brianne OOCly laughs.
Hinajosa OOCly chuckles
Smith OOCly is serious.
Neville OOCly says, “I wasn’t going to punch her..more like hold her hands still so she can’t do anything stupid? :P”
Smith OOCly says “A punch is just a roll of dice to see the outcome.”
Smith OOCly says “Based on physical skill. It’s how we judge physical struggles, such as this.”
Hinajosa OOCly says “Neville, try a freelance kick :0”
Neville will OOCly pass, “and, my bad :P”
Hinajosa OOCly laughs
Brianne OOCly waits.
Fri Oct 21 18:47:53 2005
Brianne OOCly pokes Neville.
Hinajosa OOCly watches the Silence
Frerdine OOCly says.
Frerdine OOCly says, “Neville is dead.”
Neville OOCly says, “Cool…”
Brianne OOCly says “I didn’t poke him that hard!”
Hinajosa OOCly says “Dead?”
Hinajosa OOCly says “I guess Starfleet will have to recruit a new Security Officer :)”
Brianne OOCly says “Neville? You gonna punch me? :P”
Neville OOCly says, “I just tried to pin your hands to the ground so you couldn’t hit me anymore, its your turn 😛 and I hadn’t planned on punching you, no ;)”
Frerdine OOCly says, “A punch is how you test if you succeed.”
Brianne OOCly says “OOCly, you have to try to punch me.”
Frerdine OOCly says, “It’s just a code-based way of testing your physique against hers.”
Neville punches Brianne.
You feel fine.
Smith OOCly says “There we go, success. :)”
Smith OOCly says “Anne, you can now pose. :)”
Neville OOCly says, “ffs :\”
Brianne OOCly says “OW! ;)”
Database save complete.
Neville OOCly says, “So…in order to see if I was successful in pinning her, I have to punch her? meh…”
Brianne OOCly says “Yep. :P”
Brianne continues to try to fight off Neville, despite being pinned down, and apparently ignoring Smith’s orders. This includes trying to bite his arms and trying to kick him where no guy should ever be kicked.
You kick Neville.
Hinajosa watches the Officers testing each other in amusement “You don’t need a Doctor for this, you need a Psychiatrist.
Neville winces in pain and can’t help but curse in the Captain’s presence…he says, with a tear in his eye, still holding the crazy woman, “No, I think we need a doctor.”
Neville punches Brianne.
You feel fine.
Neville OOCly says, “:'(”
Hinajosa OOCly says “chuckles”
Frerdine glares at Hinajosa. “Shut up, Cadet,” he says, staying out of the brawl.
Hinajosa looks to Ensign Neville “Best I can offer.., (pauses to look at the small male) “That tears it Commander, You apparently read my kindness for weakness” (puts down his MedKit and Tricorder rolling up his sleeves)
Smith frowns at the engagement once more. He shoots a look at the
Smith frowns at the engagement once more. He shoots a look at the Cadet, “Back off Cadet. See what you can do for the Commander.”
Hinajosa nods grumbling about wanting to put him in Sickbay, but simply says “Aye Sir.”
Brianne continues to try to fight off her ‘attacker’.
You kick Neville.
Hinajosa walks over to Lt. Commander Neville with Medkit in hand “Lets’ have a look Commander”
Neville OOCly says, “W00t, promotion”
Brianne OOCly laughs.
Hinajosa OOCly says “oops”
Brianne OOCly says “I’m kinda in the middle of trying to beat up Neville here. :P”
Frerdine OOCly imagines he meant me. 😛
Hinajosa OOCly says “wrong injured person”
Hinajosa OOCly chuckles and reposes
Fri Oct 21 19:02:53 2005
Hinajosa walks over to Lt. Commander Frerdine with Medkit in hand “Let’s have a lookk Commander”
Neville is thrown back by a kick to the chest and hits the back of his head on a nearby chair…he grunts, his vision temperorarily blurred. He rubs the back of his head then looks at his finger tips for any signs of blood – none – then stands up, frustrated, and points his phaser pistol at the woman and looks at the Captain.
Hinajosa OOCly says “is this a leg injury or what Frerdine?”
“That’s enough.” The Captain states and draws his pistol once more, takes quick aim at Brianne and fires off a quick shot.
Smith OOCly says “If I miss this, then I suck greatly.”
Brianne OOCly laughs.
Hinajosa OOCly laughs
Smith takes aim at Brianne.
Neville OOCly says, “and I will have lost all faith in you as a commander”
Ship’s Computer: Unauthorized weapons fire detected on Deck 2, Primary Hull: Crew Lounge.
A glare of light emits from Smith’s weapon and strikes Frerdine.
Brianne OOCly laughs!
Smith OOCly laughs.
Frerdine seems a little disoriented.
Smith OOCly says “That was Authorized, fool. :)”
Hinajosa OOCly says “what the hell? :)”
O’Connor has reconnected.
Frerdine OOCly says, “Nice shot, Smith. :P”
O’Connor OOCly says “Excuse my suddent vanish-ed-ness.”
Smith OOCly says “That was pretty gay. I’m standing, she’s on the ground. Frer is 10 feet away, I’ve got good weapons skills.. that’s sad. :)”
Brianne OOCly snickers.
Frerdine glances at the Cadet and nods, going to roll up his uniform leg to show off the wound. “It doesn’t look deep…” he says, and it doesn’t. “Probably just unh!” A phaser blast rings off his arm and he glances up, somewhat alarmed and wobbling a bit on his chair.
Hinajosa looks to the Captain, then back to the Commander. Grabs the Commander with the bulk of his 275 pounds dragging him to safety
O’Connor OOCly says “How much do you weigh?”
Hinajosa OOCly says “275”
Neville OOCly says, “Now you have to punch him right? :)”
Hinajosa OOCly says “7’0 tall 275 lbs”
O’Connor OOCly says “Not a chance. ”
Frerdine OOCly says, “Lay off the fried chicken.”
O’Connor OOCly says “There’s a one in a million shot at you being over 6’5 or so.”
Hinajosa OOCly laughs
Hinajosa puts down his identification card.
Brianne starts to stand up, the phaser shot having missed her, and goes to attack Frerdine again.
This is a standard United Federation of Planets ID Card.
Hinajosa OOCly says “look for ur self o’c”
Hinajosa grabs Brianne coming between her and the Commander
Dante appears in the midst of a huge puff of smoke and fire.
Ron runs over with a fire extinguisher and blasts the poor admin with fire-retardant chemicals, then asks for a retcon.
Dante has arrived.
Neville tosses his phaser pistol into the corner so that she cannot wrestle it away from him and dives at Brianne in an attempt to spare Frerdine further assault…
Neville kicks Brianne.
You feel fine.
Federation ID Card – 8562 has left.
Hinajosa picks up his identification card.
Brianne OOCly says “Ow.”
Dante OOCly says “Shhhsh for a minute.”
Neville grunts with the impact and mutters, “Gotcha”
Smith aims again.. but can’t shoot cause Neville jumped in the way.
Smith takes aim at Brianne.
Brianne OOCly says “Shoot him anyway. :P”
Neville OOCly says, “lol”
Empire Announcement from Dante: “Stop for a sec. ”
Empire Announcement from Dante: “Next person who OOCs will get shot by me. And I don’t miss.”
Dante says “Hinajosa, you simply cannot be seven feet tall. No way. The corridors are probably designed for people between 5’5 and 6’3, maximum. Even outside the UFP races that tall are rare, and among humans there have only been a handfull of that size, unless you are willing to RP the medical disabilities that go along with such.”
Othic has arrived.
Othic says “And two RL bio dudes says it doesn’t happen.”
Neville rolls away from Brianne after knocking her down and away from Frerdine and the doctor…
Hinajosa OOCly says “so how do i rp the handicap in height, there are people RL that are taller”
Neville OOCly says, “Well, you probably have a bad back from being hunched over so much…”
Dante OOCly says “RL has nothing to do with it. Starfleet would no doubt be forced to regulate the maximum/minimum height of it’s officers in order to make ships that are of a reasonable medium, for one.”
Dante OOCly says “Just like submariners are today. ”
Smith says “And the airforce with pilots.”
Hinajosa OOCly laughs to Neville “The standard buildings are between 7 and 8 foot ceilings
Neville OOCly says, “This isn’t a building”
Dante OOCly says “Again, I’m not disallowing it. However, besides joint pain, likely rhumatic or autoimmune arthrits, you’d probably have some sort of heart failure, poor circulation, erectile disfunction.. all sorts of bad stuff.”
Frerdine OOCly says, “Ships are not buildings. Ships, like submarines, need to get the most stuff in the least space. Ceilings would be lower, for one thing.”
Dante OOCly says “Basically, you’d be Wilco, just fifty years younger.”
Othic says “And that other destroyer definitely doesn’t have the space..”
Dante OOCly says “The tallest I’d say would be reasonable is probably 6’2 or 6’3. ”
Hinajosa OOCly says “hold on a sec, i have to move my rig RL”
Dante OOCly says “So I’ll let you decide which you want.”
Hinajosa OOCly says “I’ll correct to 6’3”
Dante has left.
O’Connor OOCly says “Fair enough for me. ”
Fri Oct 21 19:17:54 2005
Hinajosa OOCly says “BRB ”
Hinajosa has left.
O’Connor OOCly says “Carry on, everyone.”
O’Connor OOCly says “Rig will catch up.”
Brianne gruns with the impact of Neville and cries out in pain as something gets twisted the wrong way.
Neville crawls to the corner where he threw his phaser and grabs it up.
While Neville and Brianne grapple, Frerdine just sits to the side. “Geez…” he mutters, watching but unable to do an awful lot to help Neville out.
Smith watches.. doesn’t really want to try his hand at the phaser again..
Neville takes aim at Brianne.
O’Connor will, though. Apparently his first try at stunning the officers just doesn’t work, but -something- has to be done. What the hell. Are all these people mad? Is the food really -that- awful? He gives it a good go.
Ship’s Computer: Unauthorized weapons fire detected on Deck 2, Primary Hull: Crew Lounge.
A glare of light emits from O’Connor’s weapon and strikes Neville.
Brianne OOCly laughs.
Neville has fallen unconscious.
Smith grumbles and fires off a shot since everyone else is failing.
Empire Announcement from Dante: “Shit. I even aimed for Frerdine that time in the hopes that I’d hit the right person.”
A glare of light emits from Smith’s weapon and strikes Neville.
Neville is still unconscious.
Brianne OOCly laughs!
Frerdine OOCly says, “Where’s Hinajosa? He’s big enough to suck in all the fire with his gravity. :P”
Despite obviously being injured, Brianne starts to get up once again. Slowly, painfully, but she still does. Crazy? Oh yeah.
Well, now that everybody’s microwaving Neville, Frerdine may as well get ready. He sighs and grabs his tricorder, twirling it on its strap like a flail in case Brianne gets too close.
Brianne OOCly says “Dangit, somebody shoot me already!”
The Admiral’s skills are obviously rusty. I mean, he hasn’t fired a phaser since.. the last time he killed Palin, and that was a loooong time ago. Still, it -is- just stun, though. So what’s the harm in trying again. Let’s stop the bloody madwoman. STOP HER!.
Hinajosa has arrived.
*** Hinajosa is now in RP Mode. ***
O’Connor changes the setting of his weapon.
Ship’s Computer: Unauthorized weapons fire detected on Deck 2, Primary Hull: Crew Lounge.
Hinajosa is engulfed in light from being struck by the discharge of O’Connor’s weapon.
Hinajosa has disconnected.
Hinajosa has left.
Brianne OOCly says “You killed him.”
Othic OOCly laughs.
Frerdine OOCly says, “Remarkable marksmanship. :P”
Brianne OOCly says “That was the most thorough killing EVER.”
Othic OOCly says “You’re lucky you didn’t hit me. :)”
Neville has regained consciousness.
Neville has regained consciousness.
Othic has left.
Crazy? Oh yeah, seems everyone is. Smith fires off a shot at ANNE again.
Smith discharges his weapon but strikes nothing.
The Admiral’s weapon discharges and strikes the gigantic medical officer with a much larger beam than it should have, which incidentally causes the weapon itself to backfire somewhat, knocking him roughly against the far wall, which he slumps into, the smoking misfired rifle lying nearby.
You see HinajosaBody on the ground.
Neville me blinks and growns in, well, not pain, but growns none the less, and pushes a chair off of him that he must have fallen over. He cracks his sore neck and stands up wondering how he managed to get shot by an Admiral on his first day of duty on his new ship…
Neville takes aim at Brianne.
Ship’s Computer: Unauthorized weapons fire detected on Deck 2, Primary Hull: Crew Lounge.
You’ve been hit by a bolt from Neville’s weapon!
You feel a little dizzy.
Brianne is, apparently, super woman. Nothing stops her today.
Neville ducks behind a knocked-over table for cover…
“Son of a bitch.” The Captain fires again. He doesn’t take cover, he is too cool for ducking around and what not.
Okay. So. The medical officer got hit and fell awfully hard, Neville and Brianne have both eaten shots, nothing for it for Frerdine to swing that tricorder right at Brianne’s head, hopefully hard enough to cause a bruise. If he doesn’t miss and knock out Neville.
Frerdine punches Brianne.
Smith discharges his weapon but strikes nothing.
You feel a little dizzy.
Smith OOCly says “Dammit.”
Brianne wobbles woozily but continues to advance on Frerdine.
Neville sees that his previous shot had no effect and decides to try again as she is still charging about like a mad woman…
Brianne OOCly says “Dangit, my brother seems to have hidden the laptop.”
You’ve been hit by a bolt from Neville’s weapon!
You feel a little dizzy.
Fri Oct 21 19:32:54 2005
Frerdine OOCly says, “Why won’t you die? :P”
O’Connor OOCly says “Funny, you know. We often ask Wilco that. ”
Brianne OOCly is SUPER WOMAN!
Neville OOCly rofls
Smith OOCly says “What the hell?”
Neville grumbles something under his breath and taps the end of his phaser on the side of the table, thinking it must be broken since its not doing anything.
Being Smith’s turn again, he fires!
A glare of light emits from Smith’s weapon and strikes Comm Panel.
A bolt of light comes from Smith’s weapon, striking Comm Panel.
The hit to Comm Panel has caused it to stop functioning temporarily!
Frerdine OOCly hopes somebody’s logging this. We have the world record for inaccuracy, a Cadet dying through phaser misadventure, and a science officer surviving about a dozen attempts to stun her. 😛
Brianne OOCly says “Oh YEAH! I’m logging.”
Neville lays down in the prone position, hoping that’ll give him a more accurate shot that might actually succeed in knocking his target unconsious…
A glare of light emits from Neville’s weapon and strikes O’Connor.
O’Connor seems a little disoriented.
Neville OOCly says, “nope :P”
Brianne apparently has a secret forcefield belt on… or something. The phasers won’t hit her and when they do, she barely seems to feel it. Once again, she tries to choke Frerdine.
Brianne OOCly says “Found the laptop… booting it up.”
“All of you are terrible!” Frerdine cries as he backs away from Brianne, swinging the tricorder for her skull again.
Frerdine punches Brianne.
You feel fine.
O’Connor is already down for the count, the stun beam hits him as well as the rifle, which begins to whine as it’s power cell critically fuses to the prefire chamber.
O’Connor changes the setting of his weapon.
O’Connor dropped Federation Phaser Rifle – 17420.
O’Connor’s Federation Phaser Rifle begins to emit a high pitched whine.
Federation Phaser Rifle continues to emit a high pitched whine.
Federation Phaser Rifle continues to emit a high pitched whine.
Federation Phaser Rifle continues to emit a high pitched whine.
Frerdine hears the rifle. And idly decides to go to the door now.
Frerdine approaches the door to the corridor.
The door to the corridor slides open.
Federation Phaser Rifle continues to emit a high pitched whine.
Frerdine heads through the door to the corridor.
Frerdine has left.
Federation Phaser Rifle continues to emit a high pitched whine.
You head through the door to…
USS Falkenberg ** Primary Hull: Fore Corridor ** Deck 2
.========================================================================== ==.
This is a wide, cross-shaped corridor, with the sound of uniform boots pounding over navy blue carpet never leaving the hear. Officers and crew of all species and gender are constantly walking through this important corridor, usually in and out of the portside door, made of ornamental faux wood with nice frosted circular windows, which leads into the crew lounge.

At the forward end of the corridor, a pleasant set of double glass doors leads into the scenic observation lounge, while a set of starboard doors heads into the rather more normal turbolift. The corridor continues through a busy passage to the aft.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Frerdine (Healthy)
Obvious exits:
Observation <Fore>
Crew Lounge <Port>                         Turbolift <Star>
Aft Corridor <Aft>
Smith comes in from the crew lounge.
Smith has arrived.
Neville comes in from the crew lounge.
Neville has arrived.

Cadets Can Be Hazardous to Your Health

Razoric comes in from the corridor.
Razoric has arrived.
Nahal is sitting at a chair, reviewing a PADD, drinking coffee. The Observation deck is rather deserted at this time, except for him rather.
Razoric wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead and says, “G’day all.”
Razoric looks at you.
Razoric says “Where might I be able to get a tricorger and a engineering toolbox?”
Brianne glances up from where she sits, not next to Nahal but not too far away either, “What’ve you been up to, Cadet?”
Razoric says “I just finished setting up the ships priority list.”
Nahal glances at Razoric curiously and opens his mouth to say something, but silences himself after Brianne speaks
Razoric says “I made it the same as the starbases.”
Razoric says “Though I’m sure it’ll need changing, as this isn’t the starbase.”
Razoric steps into a bulky insulated enviroment suit and zips it up tight so it covers his entire body.
Razoric unfastens the bulky insulated enviroment suit and carefully steps out of it.
Razoric smiles.
Brianne blinks, “Priority list? The same as the starb… And what do you think you’re doing, Cadet?”
Razoric says “Checking to see if the suit had oxygen.”
Razoric says “I figured the ship would better have the same list as the starbase than none at all…”
Nahal tries to stop himself from laughing successfully and turns and looks at Razoric and says, “Cadet, changing priority lists and such like that is up to a officer, not you.”
“That doesn’t quite explain…” Brianne pauses for a moment, “Environmental suits are not exactly standard issue. Why do you have it?”
Razoric says “Sorry, i’ll go delete it then.”
Razoric says “I bought it on earth”
Razoric heads through the door to the corridor.
Razoric has left.
Nahal OOCly says “ROFL!”
Brianne OOCly says “…”
Nahal glances at Razoric’s departure and says, “Wait till he returns?” to Brianne of course.
Brianne shakes her head quickly before nodding, “I would rather not chase after him.”
Razoric comes in from the corridor.
Razoric has arrived.
Razoric nods.
This is a rather tall, strong, attractive dark skinned human male. His hair is short, straight and black, his eyes are dark brown and go well with his hair. He has a small nose and has no facial hair. His body from his neck down is all muscular and well-toned. A gray jump suit with an ivory yoke, black piping, mustard-gold shoulder boards, red ribbed collar and arm cuffs, wide black belt, black leg stripe and black boots worn outside the pants. A brass Delta Shield on the buckle and left breast pin. A red arm band is three inches above the left cuff and displays no pins and a broad angled mustard-gold stripe.
Carrying:
Environment Suit – 14804
Communicator – 19432
Personal Cargo Container – A mustard-gold engineering belt – 34036
Federation ID Card – 34088
Razoric says “I just need a toolkit and a tricorder now.”
Brianne stands and folds her arms across her chest, doing her best to look stern, “What were you doing on /Earth/?”
Razoric says “Looking for a tricorder and a engineering toolbox i could afford.”
“Cadet…” Brianne begins, patiently, “You will be issued all that equipment once you have graduated from the Academy.”
Nahal watches the Cadet get reprimanded by Brianne, his gaze unreadable.
Razoric smiles. “If you say so Lieutenant.” Smiles, “Good thing they don’t issue environmental suits, otherwise I wasted my money.”
Brianne bites her lip for a second before replying, “Environmental suits are issued /when they are needed/. Are you planning on releasing a biohazard or radioactive material? If not, you don’t need one right now.”
A thick, padded suit of reflective silver fabric, with a large zipper
like closure running down the front to fasten and unfasten it. The
interior is lined with a thermally insulating material, designed to
protect the occupant from extreme temperatures outside of the suit.
Thick gloves and footslippers, and a helmet are integrated into the
pressure suit, providing total termal protection. Attached to the
back with a reinforced shoulder harness is a large square canister
of pressurized air that is designed to provide the occupant with a
supply of oxygen.
Type SUIT HELP for a list of commands.
Razoric OOCly farts, puts on his enviromental suit and watches as you slowly die
Razoric says “Yessir.”
Database save complete.
Brianne shakes her head slightly, “And what were you planning on doing with the thing? It is, obviously, too large for you to cart about everywhere.”
Sat Nov 12 11:12:44 2005
Razoric says “Locker.”
Razoric heads through the door to the corridor.
Razoric has left.
Once the Cadet leaves, Brianne bursts out into quiet laughter.
Nahal sighs as the Cadet runs off and says, “Note to the Academy, teach Cadets to sit still or they dont learn anything at all.”
Brianne nods, “That would help.” She swallows, attempting to stop laughing.
Razoric comes in from the corridor.
Razoric has arrived.
This is a rather tall, strong, attractive dark skinned human male. His hair is short, straight and black, his eyes are dark brown and go well with his hair. He has a small nose and has no facial hair. His body from his neck down is all muscular and well-toned. A gray jump suit with an ivory yoke, black piping, mustard-gold shoulder boards, red ribbed collar and arm cuffs, wide black belt, black leg stripe and black boots worn outside the pants. A brass Delta Shield on the buckle and left breast pin. A red arm band is three inches above the left cuff and displays no pins and a broad angled mustard-gold stripe.
Carrying:
Environment Suit – 14804
Communicator – 19432
Personal Cargo Container – A mustard-gold engineering belt – 34036
Federation ID Card – 34088
Brianne takes a breath as Razoric returns, “Glad to see you’ve decided to come back, Cadet.”
Razoric scratches his head.
Nahal nods to Brianne and says, “Cadet, when being addressed by a superior officer, it usually is the case to wait and remain till they dismiss you.”
“From this point on, until you graduate…” Brianne begins, “You are not to leave the ship at all, unless ordered to by a superior officer. Is that understood, Cadet?”
Razoric looks up quickly.
Razoric says “Yes… Lieutenant…”
Razoric goes to his chair and sits in it.
Brianne nods, “Good. I shall inform the Captain and so on of this. Now, you obviously got to Earth. You should not have been able to.” She shakes her head, “I suppose I should go check on the base now.”
Razoric has reconnected.
Razoric OOCly says “sorry…”
Razoric’s
Brianne nods, “Good. I shall inform the Captain and so on of this. Now, you obviously got to Earth. You should not have been able to.” She shakes her head, “I suppose I should go check on the base now.”
Razoric says “What?”
Nahal glances at Brianne and says, “Shields up or doors locked?”
Brianne looks at Nahal, “Shields. They should be up.”
Razoric says “the ship’s shields?”
Razoric says “the ships shields are down.”
Nahal glances at Razoric and says, “The Base’s shields.”
Brianne nods, “Of course the ship’s shields are down. We’re docked. It wouldn’t make much sense for them to be up right now, would it? But the base’s shields should be up.”
Razoric says “I went to the transporter and back”
“That much is obvious.” Brianne nods, “I shall be back shortly.” She turns to depart and the keen-eared might detect her laughing quietly.
You head through the door to…

**** Brianne goes off to check the base’s shields, returns a few minutes later ****

Razoric stops spinning in his chair as the Lieutenant arrives
Brianne steps back into the lounge and gives Razoric a strange look, seeing him spinning in his chair.
Nahal chuckles as Brianne sees Razoric spinning before he stops, and goes back to reviewing his PADD
Razoric OOCly says “what’s the muse’s webbie?”
Razoric OOCly says “wanna find out what i have to do to graduate.”
Brianne OOCly says “You graduate when whomever’s in charge of SFA decides you’re ready.”
Razoric OOCly says “kk…”
Nahal OOCly says “Which you can speed up by performing well on patrols.”
Razoric OOCly says “I want the ship to be repaired so i can actually do something :)”
Nahal OOCly says “Thats the only real problem with this game. Space stuff takes awhile to get fixed if destroyed”
“Cadet…” Brianne asks tiredly, “Why do you continue to spin around in such a fashion?”
Razoric says “Because i have nothing to do untill the ship get’s repaired. ”
Nahal winces as he knows thats exactly the wrong thing to say to superior officer.
Razoric has partially disconnected.
Razoric looks curiously at Nahal, Anything wrong Lieutenant?
Razoric says “computer, time”
Ship’s Computer: The current Federation Standard Time is, Sat Nov 12 11:41:50 2005, StarDate 13587.24.
Ship’s Computer: The current Federation Standard Time is, Sat Nov 12 11:41:50 2005, StarDate 13587.24.
You flick off the comm panel.
Brianne blinks, “Nothing to do, hmm? There is plenty for you to do. For example, I hear that the Jeffries tubes are in need of cleaning, as well as diagnostics to check for part replacement.”
Razoric says “Jeffries tubes?”
Sat Nov 12 11:42:45 2005
Nahal chuckles at Brianne as she loads up the Cadet with work.
Brianne nods, “Yes… you know, the crawl spaces between decks.”
Razoric says “I just finished running diagnostics on the consoles, and I managed to fix them up, most of them had the wires all tangled up, so I straightened them out.”
Brianne nods, “Kudos for your… neatness. Although tangled wires do not generally impede the workings. The Jeffries tubes are, however, the… arteries of the ship. You will clean them and you will check for damaged parts to be replaced. As there are… I don’t know how many. Hundreds, most likely, of them, you should be busy for some time.”
Razoric mutters and does a final spin on his chair before getting up and walking towards the door.
Nahal watches Razoric leave, amused.
“I don’t recall dismissing you…” Brianne comments to Razoric.
Razoric reaches the door and turns around to look at Brianne
Razoric says “I’m still here Lieutenant.”
Brianne nods, “But you were leaving.”
Razoric shakes his head, “I was just going to the door while I wait for you to dismiss me…”
Nahal smiles and says, “Best to wait till she actually dismisses you before heading to the door.”
“Right…” Brianne shakes her head slightly, “That’s not something you’re supposed to do.”
Razoric says “Can I be dismissed now please… The sooner I start, the sooner I’ll be finished…”
Brianne nods, “Very well. Dismissed.”
Razoric bows his head towards you then walks out muttering.
Razoric heads through the door to the corridor.
Razoric has left.
Razoric comes in from the corridor.
Razoric has arrived.
Razoric heads through the door to the corridor.
Razoric has left.
Brianne shakes her head and laughs quietly.
Sat Nov 12 11:57:46 2005
Nahal smiles and says, “Ethusiastic, but needs to learn to slow down.”

Who’s Crazier?

USS Tardis ** Crew Lounge ** Deck 4
.========================================================================== ==.
This is the crew lounge. It is a relaxing place on the ship. It is also the only place onboard the vessel where alcohol is permitted served and consumed. The amenities of this facility include a bar, small stage, kitchen for serving meals, a piano and seven piece band. To the crew it serves as a place to release from duty pressures, meet, dine, and celebrate.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Synok (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Education <Port>                     Corridor <Star>
The door from Corridor slides shut.
The door from Corridor slides open.
Evans comes in from Corridor.
Evans has arrived.
The door from Corridor slides shut.
Evans turns on her tricorder, and it begins to beep softly.
Evans looks at you.
Evans turns off her tricorder.
This human female stands at about 160cm and looks to be around the age of twenty-five. Her hair crawls down her neck, covering her ears, and is shoulder-height, her hair is straight and brown. Her skin is white, her eyes are chestnut brown and are large, her two large eyes are seperated by her cute ski-slope nose. Her lips are a lucious red colour and are very firm. Her chin is round and rather flat. Her neck is relatively short and leads down to her broad shoulders. Her bodily structure is not so much muscular as it is thin, obviously the kind of person for agility opposed to brute strength.

For everyday use. A long-sleeved blood-red, wrap-around jacket with an angled front that is piped in black and is worn, at the officers discretion, with an exposed mustard-gold panel. mustard-gold strap over the right shoulder, mustard-gold ribbed collar and cuffs, and a mustard-gold arm band three inches above the left cuff with *. On the strap and just above the arm band is <|. Over the left breast and on the buckle of the black leather belt is a brass Delta Shield. A black vest with pockets is worn underneath the jacket. Black pants with a mustard-gold stripe are tucked into black boots. She wears a black skirt worn to just above the knee with mustard-gold stripes.
Carrying:
Belt – 21250
Engineering Toolbox – 42716
Tricorder – 42841
Communicator – 42834
Federation ID CArd – 34455
Database save complete.
You are carrying:
Iris of Ichkal’ia
Federation Phaser Pistol – 8804
Communicator – 39397
Tricorder – 10447
Federation ID Card – 43252
Personal Cargo Container – Lieutenant Brianne McCree – 17731
You have 267 Credits.
Evans says “Lieutenant?”
Brianne OOCly says “You might want to wait until people pose where they are or what they’re doing first before you go posing or asking stuff. :)”
Synok has disconnected.
Evans OOCly says “will do”
Evans OOCly says “i know ure hear anyways…”
Evans OOCly says “even if u were hiding”
Evans OOCly says “tricorder told me”
Brianne steps into the lounge, carrying a large roll of paper under one arm and a canister of something else in her other hand; all while humming quietly to herself. At the nearest unoccupied table, she stops and starts to spread out the (blank) paper, holding down the edges with empty glasses, napkin dispensers and the like.
Evans says “what’s in the cannister?”
Brianne blinks and looks up, not having noticed Evans, “Oh! Hi! They’re called ‘colored pencils’.” To illustrate, she opens the canister and dumps the colored pencils out on the table, one or two rolling off and onto the floor.
Evans says “Ah.”
Evans puts them back into the cannister for you/
Brianne reaches for the cannister, “Don’t do that! I’m going to use them!” She laughs and starts to gather the colored pencils to one spot on the table.
Evans steps back looking alarmed.
Evans flips open her communicator.
Evans flips shut her communicator.
Evans approaches the door to education center.
The door to education center slides open.
Evans walks through the door to education center.
Evans has left.
Evans comes in from Education Nexus.
Evans has arrived.
Evans sighs.
The door to education center slides shut.
Evans looks at you.
Evans says “What are you drawing?”
Brianne laughs and picks up a pencil, starting to draw semi-randomly, “Have you ever done any drawing? I think it looks like fun, that’s why I decided to try it!” She shrugs slightly, “Oh, I don’t know yet.”
Evans slides hers Federation ID CArd into her belt.
Evans says “Umm… Last time I did a drawing I was seven years old…”
Evans turns on her tricorder, and it begins to beep softly.
Wed Nov 30 15:03:39 2005
Evans’ tricorder buzzes as she quickly runs a quick scan over you. It buzzes and bleeps red.
Brianne nods, “Exactly! Nobody draws anymore. Except fancy artists. And if they can do it, why can’t I?”
Evans takes several steps back against the door.
Evans says “Why are you armed?”
Evans’ hand raises slowly towards the phaser.
Brianne giggles slightly, “What? I’m not going to shoot you! Haven’t you ever noticed the phaser before?”
Evans says “Only pictures… ”
Brianne pats her hip a couple times with one hand while still drawing with the other and laughs, “I’ve had this thing for awhile! Almost since Admiral Wilco was killed.”
Evans approaches the door to Corridor.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Evans presses a button on her communicator.
Evans walks through the door to Corridor.
Evans has left.
Evans comes in from Corridor.
Evans has arrived.
Evans walks through the door to Corridor.
Evans has left.
The door to Corridor slides shut.
Evans yells “”
Evans yells “Brianne”
You approach the closed door.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Synok has connected.
Brianne OOCly waves.
The door to Corridor slides shut.
Synok OOCly says “heya”
Brianne is currently at a nearly empty table, a large roll of paper spread out before her and held down with empty glasses and napkin dispensers and the like. Near her elbow is a small pile of colored pencils. She’s currently engaged in drawing… something.
Synok is at a table reading a padd
Wed Nov 30 15:18:38 2005
Brianne continues drawing. It could be a phaser. Or a cat. Or just random blobs. Kinda hard to tell.
You open an intercom connection to “USS Tardis ** Conference Room ** Deck 2”.
You say “Ensign Evans?”
<Intercom> Evans says “I’ve filed a complaint on the Mail Terminal! I’m going to hide until help comes.”
You say “A complaint?” she pauses to laugh, “Whatever for? I just wanted to ask if you’d like to see my drawing!””
<Intercom> Evans says “And it was you who removed my authority over the ship! Now I can’t open most doors!”
Synok OOCly says “is he some sort of twink?”
You say “Oh, come now, Ensign, I did no such thing! I don’t have the ability to do that.” She chuckles, “You don’t want to see my drawing? It’s really very nice.””
<Intercom> Evans OOCly says “*i can hear your ooc things synok…*”
<Intercom> Evans OOCly says “Brianne pats her hip a couple times with one hand while still drawing with the other and laughs, “I’ve had this thing for awhile! Almost since Admiral Wilco was killed.””
Synok approaches the door to Corridor.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Synok walks through the door to Corridor.
Synok has left.
The door to Corridor slides shut.
Wed Nov 30 15:33:39 2005
<Intercom> Synok says “Computer, Locate Evans”
You say “Ensign?”
<Intercom> Synok OOCly says “you wish”
You say “Ensign? Are you ill?”
<Intercom> Synok raises his eyebrow again and says “Ensign perhaps you should come with me to sick bay”
<Intercom> Evans says “I’m not the sick one!”
<Intercom> Synok says “Lt. this is Cadet Synok the Ensign seems to be worked up, I suggest we have a security team escort her to sickbay”
<Intercom> Evans says “Cadet. I am ordering you to open this door!”
You say “That’s a shame. I was having such fun with this drawing! Ah, well, I’ll be right there.”
You approach the closed door.
The door to Corridor slides open.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 4
.========================================================================== ==.
This corridor is like any other in the ship. The walls are dull and serve little purpose other than to define the pathway the corridor follows. The long stretch snakes its way through the deck slowly arching at some points and turning sharply at others. Sometimes the corridor makes intersections with others. Without a solid understanding of the ship’s layout it might be difficult to navigate the labyrinth of corridors. This deck’s corridors are homier looking. The corridors here connect the general crews living quarters, recreation areas, and dining centers. Here you will find the crew lounge, quarters for both the general crew and guests, and the ship’s gymnasium.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Nester (Sleeping)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Gymnasium <Fore>
Crew Lounge <Port>    Turbolift <TL>     Guest Quarters <Star>
Crew Quarters <Aft>
You walk up to the Turbolift door and press the call button.
The Turbolift doors slide open.
USS Tardis ** Turbolift ** Turboshaft
.========================================================================== ==.
Short, cylindrical, and grey. That’s the turbolift for you. It is, in most regards, a bland, grey cylinder, with a Starfleet-issue blue carpet, and just enough room to hold reasonably-sized cargo on anti-grav units. A console to the left of the door provides controls for transit between decks, and a chart on the right of the door shows what’s where.

Naturally, lots of people are always going in and out of the turbolift, and it’s frequently kept moving. As the core of the ship’s system of passageways and corridors, the turbolift is naturally a very important part of fleet life.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Comm Panel
Turbolift Console
Obvious exits:
Out <O>
Acknowledged: Moving to Deck 2.
The Turbolift exit slides closed.
The Turbolift begins to move upwards.
The Turbolift stops moving
The Turbolift exit slides open.
You exit the turbolift towards…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 2
.========================================================================== ==.
This corridor is like any other in the ship. The walls are dull and serve little purpose other than to define the pathway the corridor follows. The long stretch snakes its way through the deck slowly arching at some points and turning sharply at others. Sometimes the corridor makes intersections with others. Without a solid understanding of the ship’s layout it might be difficult to navigate the labyrinth of corridors. This particular corridor is more open and friendly looking than most. The rooms on this deck are for the crew’s living quarters. The senior officer’s quarters and ship’s main conference room can be found here.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
CO Quarters <Fore>
FO Quarters <Port>     Turbolift <TL>      SO Quarters <Star>
Conference Room <Aft>
You approach the closed door.
The door to Conference Room slides open.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Conference Room ** Deck 2
.========================================================================== ==.
This is the ship’s main conference room. This room is used for large-scale meetings and houses a large oval conference table capable of seating as many as twenty people. The solid wooden table is surrounded by low chairs mounted into the floor. The room is windowless and designed with adjustable lighting for presentations. The back wall has a large viewscreen across it and at each table setting is a smaller viewscreen built into the table.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Synok (Healthy)
Evans (Healthy)
Mail Terminal – 18991
Conference Table
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Corridor <Fore>
Evans walks through the door to Corridor.
Evans has left.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 2
.========================================================================== ==.
This corridor is like any other in the ship. The walls are dull and serve little purpose other than to define the pathway the corridor follows. The long stretch snakes its way through the deck slowly arching at some points and turning sharply at others. Sometimes the corridor makes intersections with others. Without a solid understanding of the ship’s layout it might be difficult to navigate the labyrinth of corridors. This particular corridor is more open and friendly looking than most. The rooms on this deck are for the crew’s living quarters. The senior officer’s quarters and ship’s main conference room can be found here.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
CO Quarters <Fore>
FO Quarters <Port>     Turbolift <TL>      SO Quarters <Star>
Conference Room <Aft>
The Turbolift doors slide closed.
Synok comes in from Conference Room.
Synok has arrived.
You walk up to the Turbolift door and press the call button.
The Turbolift doors slide open.
The Turbolift doors slide closed.
The door to Conference Room slides shut.
You walk up to the Turbolift door and press the call button.
The Turbolift doors slide open.
Synok OOCly says “she is a twink she has to pose leaving before leaving”
USS Tardis ** Turbolift ** Turboshaft
.========================================================================== ==.
Short, cylindrical, and grey. That’s the turbolift for you. It is, in most regards, a bland, grey cylinder, with a Starfleet-issue blue carpet, and just enough room to hold reasonably-sized cargo on anti-grav units. A console to the left of the door provides controls for transit between decks, and a chart on the right of the door shows what’s where.

Naturally, lots of people are always going in and out of the turbolift, and it’s frequently kept moving. As the core of the ship’s system of passageways and corridors, the turbolift is naturally a very important part of fleet life.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Comm Panel
Turbolift Console
Obvious exits:
Out <O>
The Turbolift exit slides closed.
The Turbolift begins to move upwards.
The Turbolift stops moving
The Turbolift exit slides open.
Evans has arrived.
Evans steps out of the turbolift.
Evans has left.
You exit the turbolift towards…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 1
.========================================================================== ==.
The corridor on Deck 1 is a short, utilitarian affair, providing a walkway for the crew of the Constellation-class cruiser to move between two of the ship’s most important rooms…the turbolift and the bridge. The whole area is well-lit with flourescent white light every hour of every ship’s day, and is doubly reinforced with heavy, powerful beams, so that the crew would still be able to move in the event of severe damage. The walls are bare, totally free of decoration or ornament save for the long alert stripe running down the corridor, and a single computer terminal in the middle. Other than that, though, it’s a very bare-bones operation, as one can step out of the turbolift and simply look down the fifty feet towards the heavy, powerful door of the bridge. There is one other door along the side of the hallway, a lighter portal leading into the ship’s conference room. But it is to the bridge that most of the activity goes. For such an important hallway, it is only really busy when a shift is changing or something, as most people on the bridge will tend to stay there and most people in other parts of the ship have no reason to go to the bridge.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Evans (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Bridge <Fore>
Ready Room <Port>
Turbolift <TL>
Evans has left.
The Turbolift doors slide closed.
You open an intercom connection to “USS Tardis ** Turbolift ** Turboshaft”.
You say “Ensign Evans, what are you doing?”
You walk up to the Turbolift door and press the call button.
You walk up to the Turbolift door and press the call button.
<Intercom> Evans says “Captain!”
The Turbolift doors slide open.
Evans steps into the turbolift.
Evans has arrived.
The Turbolift doors slide closed.
Evans walks up to the Turbolift door and presses the call button.
Evans walks up to the Turbolift door and presses the call button.
The Turbolift doors slide open.
Evans yells “Captain!”
<Intercom> Evans yells “Captain!”
Evans has left.
USS Tardis ** Turbolift ** Turboshaft
.========================================================================== ==.
Short, cylindrical, and grey. That’s the turbolift for you. It is, in most regards, a bland, grey cylinder, with a Starfleet-issue blue carpet, and just enough room to hold reasonably-sized cargo on anti-grav units. A console to the left of the door provides controls for transit between decks, and a chart on the right of the door shows what’s where.

Naturally, lots of people are always going in and out of the turbolift, and it’s frequently kept moving. As the core of the ship’s system of passageways and corridors, the turbolift is naturally a very important part of fleet life.
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Contents:
Evans (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Turbolift Console
Obvious exits:
Out <O>
Evans steps out of the turbolift.
Evans has left.
The Turbolift exit slides closed.
The Turbolift begins to move downwards.
The Turbolift stops moving
The Turbolift exit slides open.
Synok has arrived.
Acknowledged: Moving to Deck 1.
The Turbolift exit slides closed.
The Turbolift begins to move upwards.
The Turbolift stops moving
The Turbolift exit slides open.
Synok OOCly says “she is a twink she has to pose leaving before leaving”
Brianne OOCly says “Arg.”
Brianne OOCly says “Yeah.”
You exit the turbolift towards…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 1
.========================================================================== ==.
The corridor on Deck 1 is a short, utilitarian affair, providing a walkway for the crew of the Constellation-class cruiser to move between two of the ship’s most important rooms…the turbolift and the bridge. The whole area is well-lit with flourescent white light every hour of every ship’s day, and is doubly reinforced with heavy, powerful beams, so that the crew would still be able to move in the event of severe damage. The walls are bare, totally free of decoration or ornament save for the long alert stripe running down the corridor, and a single computer terminal in the middle. Other than that, though, it’s a very bare-bones operation, as one can step out of the turbolift and simply look down the fifty feet towards the heavy, powerful door of the bridge. There is one other door along the side of the hallway, a lighter portal leading into the ship’s conference room. But it is to the bridge that most of the activity goes. For such an important hallway, it is only really busy when a shift is changing or something, as most people on the bridge will tend to stay there and most people in other parts of the ship have no reason to go to the bridge.
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Contents:
Evans (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Bridge <Fore>
Ready Room <Port>
Turbolift <TL>
You approach the closed door.
Synok steps into the turbolift.
Synok has arrived.
The door to Bridge slides open.
The door to Bridge slides shut.
You approach the closed door.
The door to Bridge slides open.
Evans walks through the door to Bridge.
Evans has left.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Bridge ** Deck 1
.========================================================================== ==.
The bridge of the Tardis is a medium-sized affair, slightly smaller than the standard for cruisers like the Excelsior and Constitution-classes…but, then again, the Constellation-class is all about getting as much power as possible in a minimal amount of space. On the uppermost level, which the corridor opens onto, the science console is embedded in the wall to the corridor’s right and communications to the left, both sandwiched between two of the large support beams used to keep the bridge sturdy. A rail also extends along the edge of this level, specially installed for Admirals to lean on, covering the entire edge except for one large step, leading down. The step is almost a level in of itself, and upon it rests the Captain’s chair, the seat of power, with a bit of space in front of it and to either side for people to stand on. The chair itself is quite well-designed, comfortable enough with little consoles on each arm-rest…and a cup-holder on the left one.

On the level below the Captain’s chair rests two other consoles joined into one, responsible for tactical and navigation (tactical on the left, navigation on the right). Each console has a chair of their own, and they’re divided by a large strut that bolts the consoles to the ground. Directly in front of tactical and navigation is the viewscreen, dominating the entire wall, and in the left wall on the lowest level is the door into the Captain’s ready room.
The entire bridge is, as a rule, always well-lit, and even if the lights do go out, little lights inside each console ensure everybody knows what button they’re pressing. At the very top of the viewscreen is a short alert indicator, and near the door into the ready room is the ship’s dedication plaque, always kept polished and proud.
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Virtual Contents: (use vlook)
Dedication Plaque
Contents:
Evans (Healthy)
Smith (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Viewscreen
Command Chair
Communications Console
Weapons Console
Science Console
Navigation Console
Obvious exits:
Ready Room <Port>
Corridor <Aft>
Evans says “Captain”
Synok comes in from Corridor.
Synok has arrived.
Evans stands at attention on the other side of the room from Brianne.
The door from Corridor slides shut.
Synok OOCly says “Evans stay right there! You have to pose your attempt of leaving a room before leaving, Its called RP Rules”
Evans OOCly flicks you off.
Brianne calmly steps onto the bridge and leans on the railing.
Synok walks onto the bridge following Brianne
Smith is once more sitting at his customary spot in the command seat. An audible sigh can be heard as that voice calls for ‘Captain’. He swivels and stands facing the aft corridor.. “What?”
Evans says “Captain, Brianne is crazy sir!”
Brianne laughs and holds out her hands, palms up, still leaning on the railing, “I didn’t do a thing, sir. I was /drawing/.”
Evans says “My report is on the mail terminal.”
Synok nods and says “I was in attendance to her drawing and I can confirm that was all she is doing Captain, Ensign Evan’s appears to be in some distress I suggest she be escorted to sick bay for an examination”
The Captain lets out some breath and drops his head, bringing one hand up to rub his forehead and the other to rest on his hip.. “Ok. To my ready room.”
Synok OOCly says “Me too or just Evan’s and Brianne?”
Smith OOCly says “Ask ICly. :)”
Evans says “I have reason to believe she has taken me off of the ship roster”
Evans approaches the door to Ready Room.
Brianne nods, “Of course, sir.” She smiles sweetly and starts towards the ready room.
The door to Ready Room slides open.
Evans says “I cannot open doors…”
Synok says “Do you require me to accompany you to your ready room aswell sir?”
Evans says “I couldn’t…”
The door to Ready Room slides shut.
Evans approaches the door to Corridor.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Smith approaches the door to Ready Room.
The door to Ready Room slides open.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Ready Room ** Deck 1
.========================================================================== ==.
The Captain’s Ready Room is a place where the ships command crew and meet to prepare for upcoming missions or resolve issues off the bridge. The room is designed with the same structural considerations as the rest of the ship. Inside the room is a desk and large padded chair fixed into the floor. Opposite it is a set of smaller chairs. Right next to the desk is a small conference table surrounded by similar looking chairs. Along the back wall is a display case full of ship memorabilia. There are two exits in this room, each marked clearly. One is to the bridge, the other to the corridor leading to the turbolift.
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Contents:
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Bridge <Fore>
Corridor <Star>
Evans comes in from Bridge.
Evans has arrived.
Smith comes in from Bridge.
Smith has arrived.
The door from Bridge slides shut.
The door from Bridge slides open.
Synok comes in from Bridge.
Synok has arrived.
The door from Bridge slides shut.
Smith follows the small crowed into his little office and steps behind his desk where he sits down rather huffily like, “Allright.. now from the top. Mr Evans..”
Brianne stands at semi-attention in front of the desk, hands clasped behind her back. But she also seems to be struggling not to laugh out loud.
Smith OOCly says “Allright.. bad.”
Evans OOCly says “wot?”
Smith OOCly says “Don’t send me shit without asking.”
Wed Nov 30 15:48:39 2005
Evans OOCly says “k sorry”
Synok stands to attention as he waits to be addressed.
Evans says “I entered the lounge because the computer told me Cadet Synok and the Lieutenant were there. I entered to find that the lieutenant had a canister and some paper, when I asked what she was doing, she said that she was drawing… This in itself seemed rather strange, but when I scanned her to see if she was okay it said she was armed, when I asked her she proceeded by patting her holster and said she’s had it since Admiral Wilco was killed. This scared me so I walked out and tried to leave the ship, I then couldn’t open any doors, so I had reason to believe that she took away my authority. So I ran to the mail terminal and posted a note for help.”
Evans nods suggesting it’s the end of her story.
Database save complete.
Evans says “I still cannot access the ships roster.”
Evans approaches the door to Corridor.
The door buzzes and status panel blinks red.
Evans approaches the door to Bridge.
The door buzzes and status panel blinks red.
Brianne OOCly says “Hold still!”
Synok raises an eyebrow and askes “Why would the Lt Drawing be strange Ensign?”
Evans says “The way she seemed to happy she was drawing and she was doing her laugh. ”
Smith leans back and inhales deeply.. “Ok.. let me see if I got this right.. the Lieutenant.. Lieutenant McCree.. my Chief Science Officer felt like drawing. You.. an fresh Ensign from Engineering thought this to be odd.. and proceeded to scan her.. without asking.. right? And seeing that she was armed.. asked her and she told you why.. so you ran.. and then decided to put your ID card into your belt so that it wasn’t ready to be scanned by the computer.. to access the computer… or to open doors.. and you think she should be committed..” He stops abruptly at the Ensign trying to leave and practically shouts, “And WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING. You have NOT been dismissed Ensign.”
Evans pulls a Federation ID CArd from her belt.
Brianne bites her lower lip, now obviously struggling to keep from giggling, as Evans tells her story.
Evans OOCly says “fuck”
The Captain rounds his desk to address the officer, “Now. Have I got the facts right as you see it, Ensign?”
Evans nods slowly.
Smith nods shortly and looks at McCree as he walks to her, “And are these the facts as you’ve seen them, Lieutenant?”
Brianne nods and swallows a couple times before being able to say in a somewhat normal voice, “I made no threats towards the Ensign here; I was only drawing and then when she left the room, I called to see if she wanted to see my drawing.”
Evans OOCly says “Brianne pats her hip a couple times with one hand while still drawing with the other and laughs, “I’ve had this thing for awhile! Almost since Admiral Wilco was killed.””
Evans OOCly says “that would suggest u killed him…”
Evans OOCly says “to somebody who didn’t know the facts”
“As I said.. are these the facts? From what I can tell.. nothing is amiss here.. aside from the Ensigns odd behavior.” the Captains states.
Synok OOCly says “could also signify that the weapon was left to her by the admiral in his or her Will”
Brianne OOCly says “Pfft. If you ICly think I killed Wilco, say so ICly. :P”
Evans OOCly says “no, u guys’ll just team up and start feckin my char over”
Evans OOCly says “calling me a fucking twink and god knows what”
Evans’
Synok OOCly says “Calm down Evans, enough OOC”
Wed Nov 30 16:03:39 2005
Empire Announcement from Othic: “Stop the OOC before I start @boot’ing.”
Evans OOCly says “@boot?”
Synok OOCly says “as in kick you off the game”
Empire Announcement from Othic: “Last warning..”
Smith patiently waits for Anne to respond, as he’s probably doing something.. like laundry.
Evans OOCly says “that kinda ruins rp doesn’t it? lol”
Brianne nods, “Aye, sir, those’re the facts.”
Synok says “Captain, I believe the Lt. was just drawing as she stated, I heard no threats from the Lt. towards the Ensign, I believe the Ensign overeacted when he detected a weapon on the Lt.’s person”
Evans mutters.
Synok OOCly says “ack typo”
Evans says “If anybody would care to read what I posted on the board it would show that it says she patted her phaser and said she’d had it around since Wilco died” Slightly raising her voice “Which to me hints that she may have murdered him! And from what I’ve heard she has a history with being mind controlled.””
Evans OOCly says “and here is where u all beat the shit out of me ic…”
Evans OOCly says “and i start to look for a star trek mud”
Smith nods and steps back behind his desk, “So this is absolutely nothing that needs to be brought to my attention.. and has frankly been a waste of my time. Ensign Evans, you are hereby issued one official demerit for.. well.. I’m not sure what to call this. Stupidity? The Lieutenant has that phaser because /I/ issued it to her and all my other senior officers when the fleet went to a heightened alert. You are all dismissed.
Othic has arrived.
Evans tilts her head respectively.
Evans approaches the door to Corridor.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Othic says “Evans. Cut out the God damm OOC before I @boot you and sitelock you for 24 hours.”
Othic says “I am in no mood to play these games.”
Othic has left.
The door to Corridor slides shut.
Evans says “been there done that…”
Evans approaches the door to Corridor.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Evans walks through the door to Corridor.
Evans has left.
Synok walks through the door to Corridor.
Synok has left.
Empire Announcement from Othic: “Welcome to @boot-ville.”
Brianne chuckles quietly but nods to Smith, “Sorry for taking up your time, Captain.” She turns and departs.
The door to Corridor slides shut.
You approach the closed door.
The door to Corridor slides open.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 1
.========================================================================== ==.
The corridor on Deck 1 is a short, utilitarian affair, providing a walkway for the crew of the Constellation-class cruiser to move between two of the ship’s most important rooms…the turbolift and the bridge. The whole area is well-lit with flourescent white light every hour of every ship’s day, and is doubly reinforced with heavy, powerful beams, so that the crew would still be able to move in the event of severe damage. The walls are bare, totally free of decoration or ornament save for the long alert stripe running down the corridor, and a single computer terminal in the middle. Other than that, though, it’s a very bare-bones operation, as one can step out of the turbolift and simply look down the fifty feet towards the heavy, powerful door of the bridge. There is one other door along the side of the hallway, a lighter portal leading into the ship’s conference room. But it is to the bridge that most of the activity goes. For such an important hallway, it is only really busy when a shift is changing or something, as most people on the bridge will tend to stay there and most people in other parts of the ship have no reason to go to the bridge.
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Contents:
Synok (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Bridge <Fore>
Ready Room <Port>
Turbolift <TL>
Synok walks up to the Turbolift door and presses the call button.
The Turbolift doors slide open.
Synok OOCly says “what a attitude problem”
Synok has left.
The door from Ready Room slides shut.
USS Tardis ** Turbolift ** Turboshaft
.========================================================================== ==.
Short, cylindrical, and grey. That’s the turbolift for you. It is, in most regards, a bland, grey cylinder, with a Starfleet-issue blue carpet, and just enough room to hold reasonably-sized cargo on anti-grav units. A console to the left of the door provides controls for transit between decks, and a chart on the right of the door shows what’s where.

Naturally, lots of people are always going in and out of the turbolift, and it’s frequently kept moving. As the core of the ship’s system of passageways and corridors, the turbolift is naturally a very important part of fleet life.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Synok (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Turbolift Console
Obvious exits:
Out <O>
Brianne OOCly says “Really.”
The Turbolift exit slides closed.
The Turbolift begins to move downwards.
The Turbolift stops moving
The Turbolift exit slides open.
Synok steps out of the turbolift.
Synok has left.
You see nothing special.
You peer through to USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 4…
.========================================================================== ==.
This corridor is like any other in the ship. The walls are dull and serve little purpose other than to define the pathway the corridor follows. The long stretch snakes its way through the deck slowly arching at some points and turning sharply at others. Sometimes the corridor makes intersections with others. Without a solid understanding of the ship’s layout it might be difficult to navigate the labyrinth of corridors. This deck’s corridors are homier looking. The corridors here connect the general crews living quarters, recreation areas, and dining centers. Here you will find the crew lounge, quarters for both the general crew and guests, and the ship’s gymnasium.
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You also notice:
Nester (Sleeping)
Comm Panel
You exit the turbolift towards…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 4
.========================================================================== ==.
This corridor is like any other in the ship. The walls are dull and serve little purpose other than to define the pathway the corridor follows. The long stretch snakes its way through the deck slowly arching at some points and turning sharply at others. Sometimes the corridor makes intersections with others. Without a solid understanding of the ship’s layout it might be difficult to navigate the labyrinth of corridors. This deck’s corridors are homier looking. The corridors here connect the general crews living quarters, recreation areas, and dining centers. Here you will find the crew lounge, quarters for both the general crew and guests, and the ship’s gymnasium.
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Contents:
Nester (Sleeping)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Gymnasium <Fore>
Crew Lounge <Port>    Turbolift <TL>     Guest Quarters <Star>
Crew Quarters <Aft>
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Crew Lounge ** Deck 4
.========================================================================== ==.
This is the crew lounge. It is a relaxing place on the ship. It is also the only place onboard the vessel where alcohol is permitted served and consumed. The amenities of this facility include a bar, small stage, kitchen for serving meals, a piano and seven piece band. To the crew it serves as a place to release from duty pressures, meet, dine, and celebrate.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Synok (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Education <Port>                     Corridor <Star>
The door from Corridor slides shut.
The door from Corridor slides open.
Evans comes in from Corridor.
Evans has arrived.
Evans mutters and walks in and gets her saxaphone from the stand and starts to play.
The door from Corridor slides shut.
Synok has returned to his table and to reading his padd
Brianne walks over to her abandoned table of drawing materials and resumes drawing.
The new saxophonist really jazzes up the band and the sound level slowly increases.
Brianne laughs quietly to herself. It’s hard to tell what she’s drawing, but it seems to be an animal of some sort. Maybe.
Wed Nov 30 16:18:39 2005
Evans looks at Brianne and her eye twitches so she walks out of the room.
Evans approaches the door to Corridor.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Evans walks through the door to Corridor.
Evans has left.
The door to Corridor slides shut.
Brianne chuckles quietly, “The Ensign seems awfully nervous… What do you think, Cadet?”
Synok says “I find her behavior highly illogical”
Bones, got any more of that ‘secret’ ingredient? (Type “help” for help.)
“It is!” Brianne laughs, “Even for a human.”
The door from Corridor slides open.
Evans comes in from Corridor.
Evans has arrived.
The door from Corridor slides shut.
Evans sits at a table in the little dark and begins to mess around with her tricorder.
Evans mutters and gets up and leaves.
Evans approaches the door to Corridor.
The door to Corridor slides open.
Evans walks through the door to Corridor.
Evans has left.
Wed Nov 30 16:33:39 2005
The door to Corridor slides shut.
Brianne stands and, whistling quietly to herself, heads out of the lounge leaving her rather abstract drawing and materials behind.
You approach the closed door.
The door to Corridor slides open.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 4
.========================================================================== ==.
This corridor is like any other in the ship. The walls are dull and serve little purpose other than to define the pathway the corridor follows. The long stretch snakes its way through the deck slowly arching at some points and turning sharply at others. Sometimes the corridor makes intersections with others. Without a solid understanding of the ship’s layout it might be difficult to navigate the labyrinth of corridors. This deck’s corridors are homier looking. The corridors here connect the general crews living quarters, recreation areas, and dining centers. Here you will find the crew lounge, quarters for both the general crew and guests, and the ship’s gymnasium.
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Contents:
Nester (Sleeping)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Gymnasium <Fore>
Crew Lounge <Port>    Turbolift <TL>     Guest Quarters <Star>
Crew Quarters <Aft>
You begin to feel strange and the floor beneath your feet abruptly disappears. You begin spinning for what seems like an eternity…finally you stop spinning and you open your eyes to….
Federation OOC Area – Federation Empire – Federation OOC Hub(#1800RIiJ)
This is the main OOC meeting area for all Federation Players. From here, players may make use of the education center, the bio room or the meeting room for special discussions. Enjoy the area at your leisure while not in @RP mode, but remember, all the fun is in RP.
Everyone needs to read TOSNet daily.
Contents:
Evans
Federation ID Card Generator
Channel Kiosk
Obvious exits:
Education Center <EC>                          Meeting Room <MR>
Common Area <CA>                              Bio Room <BR>
Sewers <SW>
*** You are no longer in RP Mode. ***
*** You have been transported to a location designated by your empire ***
[Federation] Neo: <Clergy> really?
Evans says “Brianne go ic”
[Federation] Neo: <Clergy> mine works othic
Evans says “I’m just about to talk to you”
[Federation] Othic: <Lord of the Wastelands> Everyone elses does but mine.
[Federation] Othic lost all but 2 of his +mail.
Evans points IC
[Federation] Neo: <Clergy> You mean a mail terminal on a ship>
[Federation] Evans: <Newbie> yeah
[Federation] Othic: <Lord of the Wastelands> No. My +mail.
[Federation] Neo: <Clergy> might have to be docked.
[Federation] Evans: <Newbie> it is docked
[Federation] Neo: <Clergy> Evans having IC mail issues Othic
[Federation] Othic: <Lord of the Wastelands> Ah, Evans.. Yes. It is docked. Give it an hour and try.
[Federation] Othic heard.
You say “Alright, alright.”
Evans nods.
*** Evans has gone into RP Mode. ***
Evans has left.
[Federation] Neo: <Clergy> Evans…
[Federation] Brianne: Is @rp
[Federation] Brianne bahs, goes.
You feel a great warmth come over you and then you are blinded by an immense light. You begin tumbling down through empty space…but you are not afraid…you prepare yourself…suddenly you feel solid ground beneath your feet and open your eyes to…
*** Brianne has gone into RP Mode. ***
*** You are now in RP Mode. ***
USS Tardis ** Corridor ** Deck 4
.========================================================================== ==.
This corridor is like any other in the ship. The walls are dull and serve little purpose other than to define the pathway the corridor follows. The long stretch snakes its way through the deck slowly arching at some points and turning sharply at others. Sometimes the corridor makes intersections with others. Without a solid understanding of the ship’s layout it might be difficult to navigate the labyrinth of corridors. This deck’s corridors are homier looking. The corridors here connect the general crews living quarters, recreation areas, and dining centers. Here you will find the crew lounge, quarters for both the general crew and guests, and the ship’s gymnasium.
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Contents:
Evans (Healthy)
Nester (Sleeping)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Gymnasium <Fore>
Crew Lounge <Port>    Turbolift <TL>     Guest Quarters <Star>
Crew Quarters <Aft>
Evans walks through the door to Crew Lounge.
Evans has left.
You feel fine.
The door parts and you head into…
USS Tardis ** Crew Lounge ** Deck 4
.========================================================================== ==.
This is the crew lounge. It is a relaxing place on the ship. It is also the only place onboard the vessel where alcohol is permitted served and consumed. The amenities of this facility include a bar, small stage, kitchen for serving meals, a piano and seven piece band. To the crew it serves as a place to release from duty pressures, meet, dine, and celebrate.
‘=====  ______________________________________________________________  =====’
Contents:
Evans (Healthy)
Synok (Healthy)
Comm Panel
Obvious exits:
Education <Port>                     Corridor <Star>
Evans says “Lieutenant.”
The door from Corridor slides shut.
Evans says “I must apologize about the misunderstanding before… I got the impression you were trying to be hostile…”
Evans says “when you tapped your phaser…”
Evans looks at you.
Brianne OOCly hasn’t… actually posed being in the room.
Evans OOCly says “ffs… ”
Synok OOCly has to go, cya later
Synok has disconnected.
Evans OOCly says “i was supposed to be offline 30 minutes ago, i’m just trying to do this before i forget”
Brianne OOCly says “It’s common curtesy to wait for someone to pose that they’re in a room before talking to them.”
Evans says “And then to ask you whether you are going to ask the Captain whether or not you could have permission to undock the ship.”
Evans says “As Chief of Science.”
Evans OOCly says “i g2g. feck”
Brianne OOCly says “Later.”
Evans has disconnected.

Hacking TOS

[public] Guest1 has joined the channel.
[public] Guest1: can i transfer money to my acount[D
[public] Wilco: <Genius> Hello, Guest! Welcome to TOS TrekMUSE!
[public] Wilco: <Genius> And wha
[public] Wilco: <Genius> ?
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> what account?
[public] Guest1: can i pub can i upload any passwd list
[public] Xander: <T’Lara’s Kitten> ?
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> if you make a character, a password will be generated for you. You can change that later though.
[public] Guest1: can i hack any system from here
[public] Wilco: <Genius> Yes, in fact.
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> most definately not.
[public] Wilco: <Genius> We hack the FBI all the time.
[public] Wilco: <Genius> Every day.
[public] Wilco: <Genius> Yeah.
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> oh, those yes.
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> And the CIA.
[public] Wilco: <Genius> Especially the CIA.
[public] Xander: <T’Lara’s Kitten> NSA for newbies.
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> /OUTSIDE/ accounts yes. not TOS accounts though.
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> lolz we r 1337 hax0r5
[Tagrith] S’Kard: <TagrithBody> let the GAMES BEGIN!
[public] Xander: <T’Lara’s Kitten> but seriously though, no. hell no.
[public] Guest1: what i will do to hack a www.schoolnet.edu.lb
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> Alt+f4
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> just give us your IP, and we’ll submit your name^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D send you the archive.
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> Open up a command prompt.
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> When you do, type in cd .. until it just says c:>
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> Guest, page me your name, passwords, and home addres, and I’ll set you up with a Platinum Account.
[public] Guest1: are you messing with me
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> who us? Never.
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> Nope, try it. It works great.
[public] Xander: <T’Lara’s Kitten> I did THAT one at school
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> Just press y every time it asks you to confirm.
[public] Xander: <T’Lara’s Kitten> really screwed them up
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> We’re the 1337 of the 1337 around here.
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> if you pay by PayPal, I’ll give you a 25% discount.
[public] Guest1: you mean to delete the computers
[public] Xander: <T’Lara’s Kitten> naahhh
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> seriously, we’re like 1337 x 10^1337
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> Deltree actually connects you to any website on the internet instantly. It’s the backdoor that Microsoft put into Windows.
[public] Guest1: logon this host xxx.xxxxxxx.xxx.xx
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> no thanks, you come to me.
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> How about you logon to my site first?
[public] Slate: <Bring the Pain> www.tubgirl.com
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> you need to prove yourself first. Go break 8bit.org.
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> but tell them SNW sent you.
[public] Guest1: what is the port
[public] S’Kard: <Danny Crane> for which? 8bit or SNW? hang on…
[public] Guest1: 8bit
[public] Wilco: <Genius> …port 80? Yeesh.
[public] Guest1: do you have a username
[public] Wilco: <Genius> There wouldn’t be much of a point in getting you to break it if we just gave you a username and PW, wouldn’t there?
[public] Guest1: fuck you all’