Archive for the TOS - Non-channel Category

Trek economy

| August 25th, 2008

[Federation] Janice: when it asks for which account do I type deposit janice=130 federation credits?
[Federation] Shulkiat: No, that’s deposit shulkiat=
Blaze never has used the banks on TOS, so he wouldn’t know.
Janice says “never?”
You say “Nope.”
Janice says “what do you do with all yer money?”
You say “Keep it on me.”
Janice puts her hands into your deep pockets
Shulkiat says “They don’t pay us.”
Blaze gets paid.
Shulkiat says “Well that’s one way of getting into SFA. :P”
Janice says “you need to ask for you back pay”
Janice says “hehe by putting my hands into Blazes pockets”
Janice rotfl
Blaze facepalms.
Janice grins
Janice says “Okie im off to bed. see you all tomorrow”
*** Janice has gone into RP Mode. ***

Star Trek holidays

| August 25th, 2008

Ky’el’s Poll(3): Romulan beer, the paranoid drinkers choice, brought to you by Hasbrew.
Raquel’s Poll(1): Romulan beer?
Ky’el’s Poll(1): Valentine’s Day is over so forget the chocolates. Let’s get ready for the next holiday by bringing out the green beer. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.
MacGyver’s Poll(1): Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know just how much fat is inside. Sure you do, the FDA requires it on the nutrition label.

S’Tarth says “Erein tr’Mnhaell’hu, tell me of your taining at the erredh’Fvau”
S’laf says “I was trained in Romulan language, Romulan etiquette, and role playing.”
S’laf says “I have taken all classes in the erredh’Fvau in Starbase City.”
S’Tarth blinks in suprise and then says in a voice that would freeze a star “Erein, your next jest will be your last, now detail to me which console you know and in what depth”

S’Kard says “As we all know, we must be patient with Lloann’na…they are a little slow witted.”"
Tihruss chokes back another laugh.
Hua says “They just heard you say that, rekkhai.”
S’Kard nods to Hua. “Ie, the question is, will they understand it.”

Warp factor: toast

| August 25th, 2008

Keating says “That command lockout thing is a wee bit irritating too. Still it stops me wiring the warp core to the toaster for that extra golden crispy setting I suppose.”

Othic’s password

| August 25th, 2008

(on OGR while TOS was down in Jan. 2005)
O’Connor pssts @ Wilco. “You’ve been dead for a year.”
Harris says, “Heh.” Othic says, “Don’t let him know!”
Wilco swears.
Wilco says, “Well, time to become a Rommie, I guess.”
S’Wilco says, “There.”
Othic laughs.
S’O'Connor says. “This doesn’t work.”
S’Othic ****** says, “This does.”
S’Othic says, “WTF?”
S’Othic says, “@name here doesn’t require password?”
S’Wilco laughs!
S’Othic says, “Damm.. now you all know my password. Bastages/.”
S’Wilco laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs!
S’Wilco is so submitting that to TOS Moments (with the password starred out)
S’Othic changes all his passowrds. :)
O’Connor says, “Because they’re all the bloody same.”
S’Othic says, “Aye!”‘

Romulan peapods

| August 25th, 2008

Wilco smiles, and lifts his glass in salute before taking a drink. “I do what I can in the spirit of friendship and cooperation. Besides, I’d hate to ruin my good uniform.”
Aidoann laughs faintly, “Ie… it isn’t a bad looking one.” She gives it an appraising look, “However, I believe it matches the color of your insides, ie? So it’d be hard to tell.”
Wilco looks just a hair weirded out by that. He smiles, but he looks juuust a little thoughtful. “Well, I never looked at it like that before. It’s true, though, now that I think about it. Hrm.”
Database save complete.
Aidoann does not, however, seem about to pull a dagger on Wilco or anything like that. She nods, “Ie, it is an interesting choice of color.” She takes a sip of her drink.
Wilco looks down at his blood-red uniform. “Well, with all the Vulcans, Andorians, and such in Starfleet, I’m sure it wasn’t picked with the intention of giving humans something to bleed all over. It’s not like they reuse them after somebody is killed in one anyway.”
Fri Jan 28 00:18:32 2005
Aidoann shrugs, “But it must make it easier to launder, if one should, say, accidentally come into contact with human blood.” She drains her glass and goes to fill it once again.
Wilco nods, thinking over that some more and sipping his drink (he’s well behind Aidoann, though. Still a fair bit left in the glass). “That’s true, I guess,” he admits. “Yes, that’s a good point. Hrm.”
Aidoann nods, “Ie… very thoughtful of whoever designed them.” she comments.
Wilco nods in agreement. “For certain. Easy to wash if bled on, extremely good looking, comfortable and practical. I like them very much. Even the Galae hasn’t got uniforms like this.” He grins, and dashes the rest of his drink down his throat.
Fri Jan 28 00:33:32 2005
Aidoann laughs, “Ie, we do not…” She picks up the container of ale and goes to refill Wilco’s glass.
Wilco nods. “Thank you,” he says, referring to the drink. “I should point out, though, that from my scarce experience the Galae uniforms are very interesting, and have their value. Just not my cup of tea.” He has to sound at least a little diplomatic, even as his brain gets hazy.
Aidoann nods, “Ie… I do not think I would like if our uniforms were green, however. It would not be the same, even if it did hide bloodstains.”
Wilco nods in agreement, and grimaces at the thought. “No, that would not be particularly impressive-looking. You’d look like gigantic peapods.”
Wilco just looked at you.
Aidoann blinks curiously, “Ie? Peapods?”
Wilco nods, and tries to explain. “They’re an Earth plant, long, green capsules holding a number of little green spheres. They look not unlike a Romulan Galae officer’s green uniform would.”
Aidoann blinks again, “You think a Rihhana looks like a capsule containing a number of spheres?”

How to live longer

| August 25th, 2008

Lyssa’s Poll(4): Things /not/ to say to survive TOS serial killers.
1. Alyssa says “if I am not back in a couple of hours send someone to search for me”
2. “I am going to Centaurus to look for the clues”
3. Most importantly “Can I be the next victim?”
Avoid saying these three things and you will live longer.. at least until you tick of the Klingons.

Being dead is no excuse

| August 25th, 2008

Wilco leans non-chalantly on a bulkhead, “So, Anne, now that I pretty well control the IC galaxy, do you want to go out with me?” :P
AnneLions laughs.
Wilco says “Is that a yes or no? :P”
You say “No. :P”
Wilco says “Damn. Guards, kill her! :P”
AnneLions ouches.
Wilco speaks in ze Gerrman acksent, “Tell me, Meess Leeeowns, do zou haav anee…familee…on Rohmuluhus?
AnneLions is dead, can’t answer.
Wilco says “Zee old ‘ded’ exkuse, eh? Vell…ve haav vays of mayking you talk…”"
AnneLions is still dead.
Wilco gives AnneLions an offical ‘Wilco-Edition’ suggestive picture magazine.
AnneLions is, thankfully, still dead.
Wilco resurrects Anne with secret Iron Fist technology, then gives her the magazine again.
AnneLions dies again.
Wilco drats.
AnneLions continues being dead. Wheee, it’s fun being dead.
Wilco has partially disconnected.
*** Wilco has gone into RP Mode. ***
Wilco has left.
Wilco Wilco is here!

The Imperial March plays over invisible speakers. Marching at the head of a great army is Fleet Admiral Roger C. Wilco, leaning the forces of the Federation to inevitable victory. The banners of the Iron Fist Party fly proudly in the breeze, and the troops occaisonally kill somebody. Just to relieve the monotony.
Wilco has arrived.
*** Wilco is no longer in RP Mode. ***
Wilco notes that corpses don’t get promoted
AnneLions ohs and un-dies.
AnneLions laughs at the beamin message.
Wilco says “I like it. :P”
You say “Hmm, one problem, though…. ‘leaning the forces of the Federation to inevitable victory.’”
Wilco says “One pro-Romulan comment and I beam you to a Klingon brothel. :P”
AnneLions acks.

When in doubt… use a phaser

| August 25th, 2008

S’Kard glances at Vrih with contempt. “Arrain, remove the Erein from that console, and take control of the shuttle. This is becoming far too risky.”
Sy’fvekh says “How rekkhai?”
S’Kard glances at the operations console, looking for an override command. Seeing none, he withdraws his disruptor and changes a setting on it. “Nevermind, I found my own override command.”
S’Kard takes aim at Vrih and fires.
Vrih is engulfed in light from being struck by the discharge of S’Kard’s weapon.
Vrih has fallen unconscious.
S’Kard reholsters his pistol, checking the shuttle for excessive dammage. “That should do it.”
Sy’fvekh gulps uncontrollably. “Rekkhai…perhaps it would be best if one of the other Commanders continued my exam?”