Has the mistletoe begun to recede yet, or will we be forced into circuitous routes for another month?

Omega's note on resolutions is excellent; we make no such self promises on Vulcan. I find the practice to be very...unnecessary. It seems they are so rarely followed through on. Why bother at all?

[Private to Ivy]

I received the pot. If you are not busy, perhaps you will help me move the kal'ta into its new home.

[Private to Trip]
If your intent was to commandeer the kitchen, I recommend doing that while the staff has a day off.

[Private to McCoy]
I find myself wondering how I have managed to come across a promise for 'home cooking' while receiving a replicator. Thank you; I can strike 'learn to make mashed potatoes' off my to-do list.

Slade Wilson disappeared on the first of the month. I had hoped it would be a brief absence, as is frequently the case, but he has not returned.

[And now just MOVING ON AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE she is never getting her daughter back, sob. :c]

I intend to continue my experiments today with the EV suits. I will be making several trips, and have a variety of instruments available to take samples and readings, should anything of interest be found. Thus far, I have been unable to sample the...'river' we appear to be sailing on. [This pings her ridiculous shit sensor so hard. :c] With my longest tether connected, it is still impossible to reach whatever star-like lights that create it. [She refuses to call them stars. They look tangible and close but stars should be light years away and her science hurts. :c]

I will be suiting up again after noon to make further observations.

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

I spoke very briefly with the newest arrival from Gallifrey. [Is that seriously you is he older or younger why happening, is what she doesn't say.]

[Private to Rush]

[I'm just assuming the face melting will be happening in that thread. :V Also, this is the hardest thing. She probably rehearsed this.] What I did was unforgivable. You have my sincerest apologies.

( Open spam on the DeckCollapse )

[Private to Trip, post infection]

Meet me in our quarters. I've been considering exploring our link on a more in depth level.

How very...primitive. [The video flicks on, and T'Pol is looking very obviously disgusted. And haughty. And really disgusted. It's not her typical YOU HAVE TO SEARCH THESE EMOTIONS OUT, nope, she is straight up mocking the barge.

Oh and her hair is long again. FLOOD RULE.]

Is this meant to keep me here? Primitive and pathetic. Who is in command here? [Some of the disgust fades, just enough to smile.] I require a meeting, face to face.[The smile fades slowly, and then there's just a very dangerous look on her face.] Soon.

[She's flexing some of that awful psychicness; people on level six may find themselves with a headache.] I don't like to be kept waiting.

[And she reaches out to kill the feed, but pauses, and her nostrils flare.] Does everyone on this ship smell so revolting?


((OOC: I'll be replying and tagging around with scaryfacemelter because three icons ARE NOT ENOUGH GDI :C Also basically T'Pol is an ancient Vulcan - all emotion, very logic, and a looot of psychic power. To really dangerous levels, given all the emotion, so she's really just making a faint point by trying to make all the people around her uncomfortable. So if you want anyone living on six, or passing by, to get anything from an ache to a migraine, go for it! Or nothing, obviously, FEEL FREE TO HAVE NOT FELT ANYTHING.))

I'm afraid I fail to understand how a 'rubber chicken' is meant to help restore the ship.

[...Actually.] What precisely is a 'rubber chicken?'

[YOUR LOGIC MAKES NO SENSE ADMIRAL, SHE OBJECTS ON A SCIENTIFIC LEVEL.]

[Private to the Admiral]

I require three to five EV suits, including under armor and tethers, as well as at least two sample collecting kits. [And after the request has been granted...]

[Public]

I intend to explore the underside of the ship. The Admiral has given me the equipment I require. Is anyone interested in assisting me? I have suits enough for four more.

Chromie, I'm afraid they are full size. If that's acceptable, there is one for you to use.

[AND AFTER REALIZING WHAT'S UP WITH THE NETWORK. AGAIN:] Starfleet Commander T'Pol, Enterprise NX-01, serial number SA-013-8294-VR. If I am contacting anyone from Vulcan, Starfleet Command, or Enterprise, I would like word of the war.

( Privates to Dick, Trip, and JesseCollapse )

Hopefully, our next port will be calm in comparison. [Vulcans don't say 'I told you so,' but she told you so, guys.] Once things are settled, I will be studying the Barge itself. [Read: The Barge and the Admiral.] I obtained some interesting data while searching for the Admiral that I intend to test.

[Warden Filter]

If anyone is available, it would be prudent to place some manner of guard on the engine room until the codes can be changed.

( Privates for the Seventh Doctor, Slade, Kirk, John Locke, and Will GrahamCollapse )

( Spam for TripCollapse )

( Private to McCoyCollapse )

( Private to the AdmiralCollapse )

Shortly after I first arrived here, leaves began to fall on deck and demons boarded the ship. That was two years ago. Last year, leaves also fell. We visited Earth during the twenty-first century, in a city called Salem. Many of us purchased costumes there, and later found ourselves turned into what those costumes depicted.

Now it is October again, and the Barge has begun to corrode. Potentially familiar figures have appeared, but not contacted us. I'm reminded of the time we spent without the Admiral's attention. [Yeah remember that time we were dead in space. That time. :|]

This month culminates in a traditional, and very old holiday on Earth. Halloween. As I understand it, the purpose of this holiday is manifold: to obtain vast amounts of sweets, to scare as many people as possible, to experience fear in a relatively safe environment, to celebrate harvest, to mourn the departed, to hide from the departed. I understand very few of these, but there is a typical theme on the Barge of following Earth's holidays.

Two years ago, a demon pierced my hand with a spear. [...On a chain. Whatever. Details. :|] Last year, we were given a certain grace period, possibly due to the port in the abandoned mental health facility.

Our last port was in a 'fairy tale' environment. [I.e., we are due for some awful fucked up shit, guys.]

[Private to Kay]

How likely do you believe it is that these entities were former workers here?

[Private to Spock]

How have you been settling in? [She's absorbed small talk. Sorry you have to sit through it. :c]

[Private to Trip]

It may be prudent to begin carrying your phase pistol with you.

[Private to Slade]

Have you noticed anything that has gone unmentioned, about these entities or their sounds?

[Backdated a bit to before the end of the flood:]

[Private to Trip]

Meet me in my room.

[Spam for Rhade]

[Immediately after this, T'Pol headed for Rhade's room. She was quick, but not without care, and checked the hall several times before slipping down the corridor to knock on his door.]