In case I have miscommunicted... Ch'dau is unconscious, feverish.  The infection is bad, but he is not yet dead.  

Stone cells with doors made of iron bars.

Desipte all the discussions about how to best work to undermine the psyche of their captors, the party soon discovers that there is no torture immediately forthcoming.  No one comes to question them.  In fact, aside from the odd ghoul wandering around the dark, stinking hallway, no one comes to visit at all.

The minutes stretch into hours, then days.  From time to time, a ghoul will bear a bowl filled with water of questionable cleanliness, or of thin, cold, smelly gruel... but other than that, all they do is occasionally stand in the hallway, leering and giggling at the prisoners.

Those without the ability to magically heal their wounds find themselves to be sore, stiff.  Aranwen seems to have avoided serious issues.  Ch'dau, however - with the large wound on his back that he cannot properly reach, let alone clean - does not fare so well. 

On the third day, the scent of infection hangs heavy in his cell.  The big Kazari finds himself weak, feverish.  By the fourth day. he finds it difficult to stay awake.  By the fifth, the warrior loses that battle, slipping into senselessness.

Once that occurs,the ghouls seem to come by more often.  They largely ignore the other party members, but seem keenly interested in the Kazari's deteriorating condition.  More often than not, one or two will stand at his gate, leering and giggling, licking their lips in anticipation. 

Ghouls are known to prefer dead flesh.  Their interest in Ch'dau's cell is morbidly obvious.

It is indeed Monday Alpha shift. 

It's dark, anyway.  And you just saw a companion torn to pieces in front of you... I feel like there are more important subjects to worry about right now. 

I expect the only eyebrows it would raise would belong to Cedric, who Raven has established as being the opposite of worldly.  His cell is diagonal to Ara's, so he CAN see in with effort, but who knows if he did.

Aside, if anyone asks:

Aranwen     Ch'dau
Gib              Cedric

Is the cell layout.  i.e. Ara is across the hall from Ch'dau, next door to Gib.  Cedric is next door to Ch'dau.

Keep on, Bree.  Adding more blisterstick encounters is easy.  Maybe Davena can get REALLY creative.

You just put that song in my head, Reralae. 

I don't know if I should add more ghouls or make them weaker in response.

I'll try to have a post up today.  The end, it is near...

Eric will likely "feel" a little different, I'm sure, with someone new pulling the strings... but MagickMan is quality, and I don't know that Duncan will ever be able to rejoin (his words).  It's silly to keep flipping that switch. 

I need to get a handle on my NPCs, too.  I had some things cooking before my latest flake-o-rama.

Welcome back. 

Also , I have a piece of news to share - I believe that I have MagickMan65 talked into picking up the role of Commander Thorson.  Yay for a near full strength crew!

Time, man, time. 

Hopefully, this time around, I'll remember to make some more when the bottle is, say, half empty. 

Brom has been superb as Asovil.

Sounds like a plan,  Brom.

Love Gib so much. 

Bromern is correct - priests can still pray.  Cure spells remain available to them; of course, this means that Gib and Cedric can heal themselves, but not their allies (you must be able to touch someone to use a cure spell). 

Cedric can cast light still.  Aside from those two, you need to check with me to see if other spells are available.  In my games, priests require holy symbols for almost all spells.  Obviously, any that have material components are out (no access to components). 

The observation about infection is an excellent one.  You guys don't normally have to worry about infection, but with no way to heal wounds, in a filthy dungeon, with wounds inflicted by undead... yeah.

Silly?  Silly?????

I RESEMBLE THAT REMARK!!!

What you have is prefectly okay.  Considering that objects on the holodeck can be interacted with - many TNG episodes have them picking up various items and whatnot (including various weaponsand such) - there has to be a tactile element allowed there.

Star Trek - the only place where people actually ENJOY doing meetings.

I learned something new. 



Also...  Aranwen love triabgle?  Rectangle?  Pentagram?

I've lost count.

I had to read it twice to get the joke. 

No pictures.  We're not that kind of website.  

...when a mommy and a daddy love each other VERY much, they grab some honey and a feather duster and some handcuffs, and... where was I?

Oh, right.  Kith has been a bad girl and needs to be punished.  Or, Davena is just in a torturin' mood.  Whatevs.  

You wanted a game post, you got a game post!

I'll give everyone a brief chance to respond, then I'll bump things to the staff meeting.

Stardate 2365.02.22
U.S.S. Peregrine; Deck 1 - Bridge – 0735

The viewscreen showed the emptiness of warp while the bridge crew went about their duties.  Silas sat in the Big Chair with a PADD in his hand, reviewing notes and performance reports.  There would indeed be bullet points to cover in the staff meeting.

Lieutenant Moriden glanced up from the Ops station.  "Captain, I have a priority message from Starfleet Command."

Drake sat the PADD down and stood.  "Onscreen, please."

The viewscreen shifted to the scene of a  human female in an admiral's jacket.  Silas recognized the face underneath the graying brown hair.

"Admiral Harding.  I hope that you are well.  What can we do for you?" he spoke.

The Admiral frowned.  "Commander Drake, you recall the escape pod that you brought to Starbase 118?"

Silas nodded.  "Of course, Admiral.  What of it?"

Harding continued.  "Commander, that escape pod was picked up by the U.S.S. Serapis for study.  Five days ago, we lost all contact with the Serapis.  Four hours ago, we received a garbled distress signal from her."

After a pause, an audio recording began playing.

...containment failed... changes... loss of life... require aid... caution... HELP US...

"That's all there is," Harding added. 

Silas felt a disquiet in the pit of his stomach as the admiral spoke.  "Commander Drake, the Peregrine is the closest option that we have.  I am sending you the last known coordinates of the Serapis.  You are to proceed there immediately to ascertain the situation and to deal with it appropriately.  Use extreme caution, as there is no telling what exactly happened.  If there are any survivors, you are to render aid."

Drake nodded immediately.  "Of course, Admiral.    Do we know anything else?"

An odd look crossed the admiral's face for a moment, but she shook her head.  "No, Commander.  I can provide no further intel on the matter.  Conduct yourself with caution and keep us approsed.  Good luck, and Godspeed.  Harding out."

With that, the viewscreen with blank.

Silas sat down again for a moment.  "Tochi," he spoke, "set a course for those coordinates, warp factor six."  Without bothering to verify if the order had been acknolwedged, the located his yeoman. 

"Riva," he called, "inform the senior staff that our mission has changed, and that the new orders will be the focus of the 0900 staff meeting."

The Bajoran picked up on the tension in Drake's voice, and for once, offered no sass.  "Aye, sir.  I'll get right on that."

Silas nodded.  "Thank you."

His hand gripped the edge of the chair.  This felt ominous...

A) I imagine you will be spectacular.

B) Eol and I are massive nerds who will be happy to help on any possible technical details.

C) If you refer to the items at the beginning of the Q&A (the schedules, the resource links, etc) you will almost certainly be fine.