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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4th edition D&D
Subject: Paranoia
Toriath does not approach the lone kobold, or even pay any attention to it, instead reaching out with his arcane instincts to try and detect the presence of any nearby hostile magic.
Posted on 2009-12-10 at 09:09:05.
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Topic: What good is my education in England?
Subject: Icelandic
Icelandic is not often taught in British schools, but you might get some success offering to be a private Icelandic tutor to interested parties, particularly in a big place like London.
Posted on 2009-12-05 at 21:02:10.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4e D&D Q&A
Subject: Charge the kobold
Depends on the position of the characters. If there's a clear line between you and he's in range (won't know until a map exists) you can definitely do just that. If you're charging you can only use a basic attack, but I'd imagine you could just move and hit (different from charging, sorry), then you'd have to use one of your attack powers. You know, the at-will, encounter and daily ones. Against one little Kobold, an at-will should suffice.
Posted on 2009-12-04 at 01:41:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Phasers
In Phantasms, season 7, Data is shown to keep a phaser in his desk, which Worf refers to as his "side-arm". Unlike Valen, his does not appear to be locked away, although I guess Spot isn't too likely to be able to get at it.
As I imagine Valen in Security, her having a phaser in her quarters might also be unsurprising.
Posted on 2009-12-04 at 01:38:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: A good time
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery, Holodeck 3- 1600
Today had been the most boring day ever. Three hours of mathematics, three abyssal hours of algebra and geometry and some other stuff Jack had blocked out of his memory. Then it was exo-climatology, followed by vulcan philosophy. That last hour had been too much. If any nine-year old boy could feel enthusiastic about the teachings of Surak, it wasn't Jack Valen.
Today had pushed him over the edge. He just had to do something fun, something daring. Something that could get him into spectacular trouble if he was found out.
So when he got home from school, he entered the code he had spied his mother using, and stole her phaser from her bedroom.
Hiding it behind his skateboard, he smuggled it to holodeck three. Using the technique his older friend Joanna had taught him, he tricked the computer into letting him inside without parental authorisation. He threw his skateboard down onto the floor, and thought for a moment about what he would do.
"Computer," he began, a grin emerging on his face. "Create the battlefield from the Battle of HarOs." He remembered learning about the battle in school. He remembered klingons had been involved. He didn't remember much else.
As the historical landscape seemed to materialise about him, Jack asked the computer to create an army of klingons armed with bat'leths behind him, and to make him their leader. Then he asked for an army of romulans to face them, armed with small knives. The images of the opposing armies came into being, frozen in place.
"Computer, access music files listed under Valen nineteen. Set to random play once the program is initiated. And computer, disable the holodeck safeties."
=/\\= Authorisation codes are needed to disable the holodeck safety features. =/\==
"Ah hell, forget it them. Just start the program."
At once, an enormous sound filled Jack's ears. The roar of the klingons' battlecry. The stampede of boots rushing to tackle the enemy in mêlée. The screeching guitars that filled the whole landscape.
Jack set his mother's phaser to its highest setting. Then he roared as loudly and impressively as his nine-year old lungs would permit, and ran to join the charge.
=/\\= Fear, and panic in the air... =/\\=
Aiming his weapon at a romulan in the front ranks, he fired. He missed. He fired again.
=/\\= ...I want to be free, from desolation and despair... =/\\=
A romulan was vaporised. Jack laughed as the image simply disappeared. He aimed again.
=/\\= ...And I feel like everything I sow has been swept away... =/\\=
Another romulan became so many photons. And another. And another. And another.
=/\\= ...But I refuse to let you go. =/\\=
Another person came into his field of vision, he pointed his weapon at them, ready to defend himself.
"Computer, end program!" came its screeching voice.
Everything else melted away. The fields, the armies, the screaming and the music. Jack was left standing, panting for lack of breath, in the bare, grid-lined holodeck, with his mother's own phaser trained on her chest. She lunged forward and snatched it from him.
"What were you thinking boy? Taking this from our quarters! Entering here without permission! Playing soldier like it's..."
She stopped her tirade short as she saw the setting on the weapon. There was a silence which made three hours of mathematics seem like an eye-blink.
"You... you had this... you were going to, to..." she whispered, nearly inaudibly. She seemed transfixed by the readout on the phaser. Jack saw his chance. He ran for the doors. Lieutenant Valen turned vaguely to face the door. "You were going to..."
"No!" Jack screamed, spinning around as he reached the exit. "I just wanted to have some fun in the holodeck. I know I broke the rules, but I wasn't going to hurt anybody!"
"No more," his mother was starting to shake. "I just can't... no more." She began to murmur things Jack couldn't hear, tears glistening beneath her eyes. She gulped, took a deep breath and croaked. "Go to your bedroom. Just go."
Jack ran.
Posted on 2009-12-04 at 00:53:10.
Edited on 2009-12-04 at 00:56:57 by Night Monkey
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4th edition D&D
Subject: Marching Order
(OOC: I think our friendly neighbourhood Warden should be the first through, possibly followed by the Ranger, probably me or the Shaman last).
Posted on 2009-11-27 at 22:03:59.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4th edition D&D
Subject: Note: This doesn't make me a bard...
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED!
Toriath had lost track of how long he and his companions had been trudging through the forest. Given their greater experience in navigation and tracking, Toriath ambled along behind them, his mind getting consistently more and more blank as he lost even the pain of his hangover to occupy him. Today, the woodlands failed to inspire him, and the fey spirits did not speak one word to him. He longed to finally reach his destination, a little violence was exactly what he needed.
Upon hearing that the group had gotten lost in the woods, Toriath despaired inwardly. Realising he had to take action, he stepped forward, his eyes unfocussed, the index finger on his right hand tracing patterns in the air.
Don't overdo it, it has to seem realistic.
"The pool... the whispers of the trees, we shouldn't tarry in this place too long. The Feywild has marked this place, and our endless tarrying only serves to anger the presences here. Unless we find the correct route quickly, we may have worse problems than just a few kobolds."
(That makes a bluff check and an intimidate check I believe)
Posted on 2009-11-25 at 15:44:54.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4e D&D Q&A
Subject: Sorry...
But I'm an idiot. It was Ray of Frost, not Misdirected Mark.
Something tells me that Bluff and Streetwise aren't going to be of much use in this skill challenge. Perhaps Toriath will just have a drink and let the primal sorts get on with finding the path.
Posted on 2009-11-21 at 13:16:53.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4e D&D Q&A
Subject: Minor Point
My finalised Mythweavers charsheet has Misdirected Mark instead of Vicious Mockery as my Dilettante power. My equipment's a little different too.
Posted on 2009-11-21 at 11:27:54.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4th edition D&D
Subject: Not too great...
Uuuuuugh...
Why is the sun still up? Hasn't night fallen? And why do I feel like I've been hit over the head with a saucepan?
Toriath attempted to roll onto his front to shield his eyes from the glare, and succeeded in falling off the haystack that had become his bed for the night.
"Pre'nha!" he swore loudly in Elven.
Standing up, he saw the people of the town going about the business of the day. The sun had risen, it was morning.
Wasn't I meant to be doing something today? I just have this feeling...
He remembered the quest and the promised reward.
Pre'nha!
He dived around the barnhouse, trying to find all of his possessions, ending up face first in a hay bale. Getting back up again, spitting the straw out of his mouth, his hand went up almost instinctively to his forehead. He found a large, sore, lumpy bruise. A memory flashed into his mind; an angry cook was flailing at him with a saucepan, Toriath was trying to escape, the pan connected with his skull, his vision swam...
Suddenly, it all came to him. The stash! He remembered why he had come to the barnhouse in the first place, and immediately dug into the pile of straw that he had made his hiding place. There, underneath his backpack, beside the heavy wooden stick he had decided to make his arcane rod, was his loot. Three shining trophies; unopened bottles of bitter white wine. He pulled out the cork from one and took a swig. He drifted away from his pain, and his panic, and smiled.
This will be a fun adventure I think.
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Toriath approaches the gates, whistling tunelessly and with an exaggerated bounce in his step. He sees his companions and grins.
"What are we all waiting for? The spirits of the Feywild have blessed this day with auspicious signs. This is going to be one hell of an adventure."
Posted on 2009-11-20 at 16:52:58.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4e D&D Q&A
Subject: Character sheet...
Fully spruced up and ready to go Mr. DM Sir. Will be posting shortly.
Posted on 2009-11-20 at 16:28:43.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4e D&D Q&A
Subject: Seriously...
Don't offend the fey spirits my friend, you won't want to risk incurring their wrath.
Posted on 2009-11-19 at 16:56:43.
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Topic: Online Character Sheets?
Subject: Myth-Weavers
www.myth-weavers.com
Make an account and start making sheets. A number of systems are supported, including D&D 3.5, 4E and AD&D 2E, as well as Shadowrun, Mutants & Masterminds etc.
I have 58 sheets saved on it at the moment. I start more games than ever finish.
Posted on 2009-11-19 at 10:33:56.
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Topic: The Curse of Kobold Hall - 4e D&D Q&A
Subject: Intricacies
Don't worry, 4E doesn't have much in the way of intricacies in combat. You play your role and co-operate with the rest of the party.
Posted on 2009-11-18 at 16:39:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Series 1
First series of TNG is not Trek's finest area. For me, it gets really good in series 3.
Posted on 2009-11-17 at 13:59:23.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Mutiny
Starfleet captains respond to mutiny by being all understanding at the end of the episode, and letting everyone off.
Klingon captains respond to mutiny with a bat'leth.
Is anyone covering the middle ground?
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 00:23:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Experience and youth
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery, Sickbay - 1035
"… fighting to protect their homeland, they're not doing anything wrong. The Federation shouldn't let them suffer like that!"
Nursing Chief Howard retorted angrily at the man who had spoken, not noticing the sickbay doors opening as he spoke, "We're not at war with Cardassia any more Mr. Vandean, and these bajorans are either terrorists and killers or vagrants. We owe them nothing!"
"How can you say tha... oh, um, Sol, I mean, sir!" the man speaking to Nurse Howard span round and saluted Doctor Solkar, whom he had just noticed standing in the doorway. Nurse Howard swiftly followed suit. Solkar was silent for a few seconds before speaking.
"When I served on the USS Phoenix, there was a regular debating session held every week by a Lieutenant in Operations, intended to allow crew members to discuss their views on current affairs. I attended several of the sessions and found them to be quite enlightening. May I recommend that, should you desire to discuss the possibility of Federation involvement in the circumstances obtaining between Cardassia and Bajor, or any other political issue, that you arrange a similar forum in which to do so, thus allowing you to better concentrate on your duties whilst you are here."
"Yes sir, of course sir," replied Nurse Howard.
"As you were gentlemen," finished Solkar, before making his way towards his office. Nurse Howard returned to drawing a map on his PADD of the new sickbay layout, looking nervously towards the CMO's office every so often, whilst the man to whom he had been speaking bounded after Solkar.
"Sir," he said eagerly. "Sir, Crewman John Ender Vandean reporting for duty." Solkar looked up at the tall, youthful-looking man standing at the entrance to his office. He was another of Solkar's nurses, an NCO, and his comm badge was upside-down.
"You appear to be in contravention of uniform regulations crewman." Nurse Vandean looked down at his uniform, his face like that of a startled labrador, and quickly resolved the issue.
"Sir, Doctor Solkar, do you have any orders for me?" he asked, moving in a little closer to where Solkar had seated himself.
"I would like you to familiarise yourself with the new layout of medical equipment in the room, and then assist Nurse Howard in recalibrating all of the medical tricorders to the new operational specifications."
"Ahh, sir, well, we did that yesterday. Doctor White left us standing orders. They all work just fine."
"I see, and the sickbay layout?"
"Dave... I mean, Lieutenant Howard is still having problems there sir, but I've got it all figured out," he held himself proudly as he said this. Solkar turned and appraised him.
"How many hyposprays are positioned on the table approximately 5 feet from the door?"
"There are 7 there sir."
"And what are their contents?"
"They all contain 20mg of lectrazine sir, and the 2 in the drawer underneath contain hyronalin, so we can easily combine the two treatments in the case of radiation poisoning."
"I have been absent from sickbay for approximately 20 minutes, how long has it taken you to commit all of this information to memory crewman?"
"It only took me about 10. I've got, well, it's like an eidetic memory, but only for things I know the reasons for. You ask me to remember a bunch of random numbers and I won't be able to recall even 1 of them, but tell me what a treatment does and why we use it, it'll stay up here forever sir," Nurse Vandean pointed at his head and smiled. "The way you've got this sorted out, it makes so much sense sir... you must have really been in some action, to come up with something like this."
"What do you mean crewman?"
"I mean, well, I heard you helped out on Valo II, with the bajoran refugees, what was that like?"
"If you wish to engage me in a discussion about bajoran politics, you will find yourself..."
"No sir, I mean, well, of course not sir. I won't."
"You are, however, to be commended on your quick learning abilities. Your new orders are to familiarise yourself with the new literature on Goerlan's syndrome, and create a report to be delivered to me by 1800 hours tomorrow."
"I, well, yes sir. I should say I've never done anything like this before sir. Maybe Doctor Edmonson would be a better choice, she's an expert on pathogen research."
"I have given you an order crewman," Solkar's tone sharpened, although his face displayed no greater harshness. "Please execute it."
"Of course sir, on the double." Nurse Vandean seemed to leap from the office, and towards a console on the other side of the room.
Solkar turned back to his computer screen and his eyes glazed over, not seeing the LCARS readout before them. He remembered thoroughly updating himself on the latest papers on Goerlan's syndrome as he was in transit between DS6 and the Discovery. Some of the material had been challenging, even for a medical mind as acute and experienced as Solkar's.
Perhaps I am reaching a point whereby my mind has become too fixed in one shape to bend with new ideas easily. I have always sought to learn, constantly. What should I do once I can no longer adapt my thinking to the latest discoveries? Perhaps, instead of learning, I should begin to teach.
Solkar shook himself out of his digressions, and opened up the crew database to update himself on the medical records of the latest arrivals in the crew, as well as to check on the psychological history of Lieutenant MacTavish.
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 16:30:01.
Edited on 2009-11-13 at 17:13:41 by Night Monkey
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Cold hearts
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery, Holodeck 2- 1000
Yolan was cold. The building was made of ancient stone, and the weather outside had taken a nasty turn. The few candles lighting the room were not enough to ameliorate the absence of real warmth, and the thick robes Yolan had donned before the ceremony seemed insubstantial. Nevertheless, he persevered.
"The love of the Lord our Father does extend throughout the galaxy. It embraces all species alike, and any who reach out and ask for the light of his forgiveness shall be saved, and shall never truly die."
Yolan spread his arms wide and smiled. The two faces before him looked back. Ensign Edmonson was returning the smile, but Lieutenant Valen's face was, as ever inscruitable in expression.
"And now we shall celebrate the sacrifice of Jesus Christ by the eating of this bread, which does represent his body, and the drinking of this wine, which does represent his blood."
The pair of officers stepped forward and partook of the communion, their expressions paralysed on their faces. Edmonson's hands shook a little as she accepted the goblet, betraying how keenly she was feeling the elements, but Valen showed no such signs.
As the service came to and end, Yolan shut his copy of the Bible, a prized antique, before turning to find Valen standing before him, flanked by Edmonson.
"What can I do for you ladies?" he asked courteously. Edmonson looked at the flagstones suddenly, as though embarassed, or guilty. Valen showed no hesitation.
"We're not doing this any more... sorry," she added.
"You've... given up the Christian faith?" Yolan asked, his academic curiosity piqued. Edmonson piped up.
"No minister, we just..."
"Don't call him that!" Valen hissed to her companion, who fell silent. "I'm sorry, Yolan, but it is our feeling that, even if you are ship's chaplain, we cannot accept a service from someone who does not share our beliefs." Yolan looked at her for a few seconds, considering how best to respond.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way, but I can understand. If there is anything I can do for you, either of you, then you know exactly how to find me."
"Yes," Edmonson smiled, more warmly than before.
"Good day Yolan," Valen bowed her head, called for the exit, and strode out.
"Well," Yolan sighed. "I think it may be time for a change of scene. Computer, activate... program Yolan beta 5."
The old chapel evaporated about them, and was replaced with a bright green park, filled with picnicking families and playing children. The warmth of the two holographic suns above the two real figures was well received.
"I... I am sorry min... Yolan. I was quite happy with this arrangement, but then I got talking to the lieutenant and, well."
"The lieutenant seems more keen on the idea than are you, if that's not too bold of me to say." Edmonson lowered her eyes to the ground and began walking towards the nearby lake, Yolan walked in step with her.
"I do agree with her principle, don't get me wrong. You do a great job, but I know your heart isn't in your words."
"I simply say the words, it is for you to put your hearts into them. I am a medium through which your spiritual needs can be addressed." Edmonson gave an even broader smile.
"You always say things so nicely, but I don't see you as just a medium, I mean... I can't. You need to give my faith a human face, well, an el-aurian face."
"Then maybe you should see me as a friend, to anyone who asks me to be."
"Will you still be my friend?" Yolan stopped in his tracks and turned to face the woman beside him, a solemnity in his look that she had never before seen.
"Until the end of my long years Serena," he answered. They sat down together and he listened to her speak, about anything and everything, for five hours before she realised she was almost late for her shift in sickbay.
Yolan continued to sit as the sky darkened and the families went home, wondering how he would fill his shifts now that all he had left were a group of Buddhists and a Bolian ocean cult under his ministry.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 02:09:18.
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Topic: Who is your favorite superhero?
Subject: My favourite superhero is Alan Moore...
Having only actually read Alan Moore graphic novels, my vote goes to the mighty Walter Kovacs. I can definitely relate to the Batman fans though, but my only experience is the films. I seem to generally prefer non-supers, as well as DC creations.
*contemplates getting his paws on some Batman comics* Does anyone have any reccomendations?
Posted on 2009-11-11 at 21:11:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Duty and deception
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery, Main Bridge/Captain’s Ready Room – 1020
Doctor Solkar exited a turbolift and strode across the main bridge. His eyes and ears took in every detail of the place, down to the text on the displays on the science terminals at the back of the room. He could almost feel the sensory input being moulded in his mind into cognitive forms, easily compressible into his short term memory. As he stopped outside the door to Captain Blair's ready room, he let each of his senses lose focus, leaving him feeling quite ethereal for just a few moments, concentrating himself inwards and allowing himself to process everything he had observed.
"… won the wager on MacTavish. He just knew he'd go crazy without her."
"… he'll never go and see Venn, that's for sure. I've got my bet on him spacing himself before the year's out..."
A conversation he had overheard between two security NCOs on his way to the bridge had informed him that the crew had been making wagers on the psychological collapse of the CTO. A sinister demonstration of the depths of the human emotional world. As much as Solkar appreciated the diversity of cultures within the Federation, he could never understand why humans and other species, who so regularly complained of the problems caused to them by negative feelings, whose health, longevity and professional performance could be so easily damaged by stress and sadness, had almost unilaterally rejected the teachings of Surak. Never in his career had he met a non-vulcan who had even attempted vulcan emotional control methods, despite the obvious benefits it could have provided to some of the more unstable individuals he had encountered.
Perhaps I should try and encourage Mr MacTavish to utilise vulcan techniques before he resorts to "spacing himself".
Pulling himself out of his momentary trance, he sounded the chime, awaited the Captain's invitation, and entered.
Solkar swiftly appraised the man who awaited him behind the sliding doors. A tall, thin figure, implying physical fitness, was betrayed only by the slightest grey in his hair. Like most human high ranking officers, Noah Blair was, Solkar surmised, past his prime physically, although he still appeared to have plenty of strength left in him. As Solkar met his eyes he noted a great intellect behind them. Although it was an unscientific and unreliable method, the doctor had learnt that you can sometimes tell a great deal about a mind by observing the ways it perceptually interacted with the world. The way a person looks at things, listens to them, touches them, all seemed to him to betray a small component of how that person thinks about things.
"Commander Solkar, I presume?" the Captain asked.
"Yes sir," the doctor replied, noting the difference in address here. On DS6, everyone would call him doctor. Now that he was back on a starship, rank started to be more important again. "I am here to report for duty Captain."
"Welcome aboard the Discovery, doctor. Please, take a seat." Solkar took the Captain's hand, and moved to the seat offered to him, and sat down. He had returned to his state of concentrated alertness, being sure to observe each detail of the situation.
"I trust that you have found everything that you need so far," the Captain continued. "Your service record indicates that you are well qualified for this posting, though it seems that you had had issues with equipment in the past?"
He knows.
Solkar fought internally for a moment, and his perceptual clarity collapsed about him. He had not believed that Commander Lane would have told anybody, not even his new commanding officer, about the time he chose to breach his oath to do no harm.
No, the Commander would not betray my trust. Captain Blair is simply curious.
With barely a moment's effort, Solkar reasserted his concentration, and made his reply.
"Yes Captain, an unfortunate error that allowed one of my patients to take his own life. The experience has taught me not to permit a re-occurrence."
The Captain nodded. "You will find me to be a hands-off commanding officer – you are an expert in your field, and I will give you free reign to manage your own responsibilities as you see fit. That being said,” he continued. “If you have need of me, my door is always open."
"Thank you Captain." Solkar replied, observing no clues in the Captain's response as to whether he knew more than he was letting on. "I should inform you that I will be subject to the pon farr next year, and it would be advisable to permit me to return to Vulcan for that period."
OOC: allowing the Captain to respond
"Very well," Blair concluded. "I’m sure that you have enough duties to attend to, so I will not keep you any longer, doctor. Again, welcome aboard the Discovery."
Solkar stood up, thanked the Captain, and left.
He made his way back through the bridge and into the turbolift from which he had initially entered. As the lift descended, he let go of the outside world.
I have now made attempts to deceive two commanding officers in a row. How many more will it be?
Posted on 2009-11-07 at 01:04:28.
Edited on 2009-11-07 at 01:09:54 by Night Monkey
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Replicators
There's replicators all over the place. Crew quarters all have one, and there will be some in Ten Forward (if that's where the bar/mess hall is on the Discovery). There may be others distributed around the ship, in common work areas for example, but I am unsure about that.
Posted on 2009-11-01 at 17:32:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Dolphins and Datrons
Making up science is a proud Star Trek tradition. I live with a physicist who cannot help but laugh his head off whenever I've got it on.
And dolphins aren't the only non-human species to mate for pleasure- there's the Bonobos too (Pan paniscus, or pygmie chimpanzees), who never seem to stop.
Brilliant characters from everyone, I'm really glad to be part of this. 
Posted on 2009-10-29 at 02:16:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Cetaceans
I'd have thought whales, rather than dolphins. Humpbacks to be precise, just in case that probe shows up again...
Posted on 2009-10-28 at 11:16:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Logic and chaos
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery - Sickbay – 1015
One hour and fifteen minutes after Doctor Solkar had come aboard, and the sickbay already looked like a mess.
No patients were currently being cared for, and the only soul on duty was Nurse David Howard, a dark-haired man who had followed Solkar around in a panic, aghast at the apparant vandalism that the new CMO was wreaking upon the sickbay, and insisting that he report to the Captain at once. Solkar said nothing as he carefully re-arranged the position of every piece of medical equipment in the room. Once he had finished, he turned to the other man (who had now seated himself on the end of a bio-bed to calm his nerves) and spoke.
"Nurse Howard."
"Yes Doctor," he replied getting to his feet warily."
"I do not want to you be under the impression that I am unwilling to receive input from junior officers."
"I... I won't be sir."
"However, should you choose to spend the entirety of one hour and fifteen minutes criticising my conduct again, I will have no option but to resort to disciplinary action."
"I... yes sir. I understand."
"Please, observe the new arrangement of the sickbay."
Nurse Howard stared around at the chaos, uncomprehending.
"It's not going to stay like this, is it?"
"Certain details may be altered in future, but the general layout will persist."
"But... but why?"
"Do you see that blood-gas infuser there?" Solkar pointed to a small piece of technology that was adorning the floor beside a stack of hyposprays.
"Yes sir."
"It is placed directly beside the standard beam-in sit for emergency medical transports. Should an crewman develop respiratory imbalance during an away mission, he or she would be transported there, whereupon he or she could be immediately fitted with the device. Placing it in the normal storage locker would add unneccesary seconds onto this process, which in an emergency situation could entail the loss of a life. Do you now understand my logic?"
"I... yes sir. I guess this isn't what I'm used to sir."
"I have read your service record Ensign, you have spent the last ten years of your life aboard starships. Surely you are 'used to' having very few constants in your life?"
"Yes sir, but the ones I have give me comfort."
"Then I apologise for depriving you, but the dictates of logic override the need for comforts."
"Of course sir."
Solkar hung up his medical coat in his office and allowed himself to zone out for a few seconds, processing everything that had just happened. Then he walked towards the door, his eyes re-invigorated with purpose.
"I am now to report to the Captain, the sickbay is yours Nurse."
"Yes sir," Nurse Howard waited until Solkar had left before adding. "Blasted Vulcans."
Posted on 2009-10-23 at 09:30:27.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Academy
http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Starfleet_Academy
As for when a person would enter, I'd say the youngest is as soon as you are an adult, like university/college. For a human, that's 18. However, you can apply much later on.
Posted on 2009-10-22 at 17:50:11.
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