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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: That sucks.


I'm sorry, Vesper. How much time do you need?

Tann, I've updated things for you.

Posted on 2016-10-10 at 19:06:27.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: For Tann...


Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:05 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

"Well," the older officer begins once they're seated. "How's that arm holding up?"

"Oh, you know officer, it's only a flesh wound." Pain fills his voice despite his best efforts to control it. With the Pain Editor shut off and the bumpy ride to the hospital, it is a wonder that he's still alive.

"That's good." Shifting in his chair, the cop looks up a little at the giant solo, his gaze severe. "You've got a long night ahead of you that could turn into longer days to come. There's three dead, I saw an AV taking another wounded away from the scene—rest assured we'll find out who that was—and reports were that bullets were flying all over the place. That traffic accident wasn't nothing to ignore neither. You got an explanation for me?"

"Honestly officer, it was being in the wrong place wrong time kind of thing. I got caught in the crossfire. That guy that got airlifted out in the AV? Well, I watched him piss those boosters off by flirting and dancing with one's girlfriend. I guess she liked him, or the way he was dressed, as it was pretty high class. Guess the guy had money to warrant an AV pick-up right." Casino pauses a moment to get into a less painful position and then continues. "Well, after--oh I guess thirty minutes--the two stopped dancing and he made his way to the bar while the booster girl returned to her friends. Almost at once, one of them started in on her and she screamed at him and walked away. The guy and the others followed her and grabbing her. They left the club, though they gave the AV guy a really angry look. Well, by this time, I needed some air and a change of scene. So, I headed out to the front of the club.

"As I was debating getting a taxi or finding a public agent; AV guy comes out and within seconds all hell breaks loose and bullets are flying. Only thing I remember is getting hit in the arm bad and the pain kicking in and dropping me to the ground. By the time I was able to get a grip on the pain and see what was happening it was all pretty much over and the AV was arriving picking up the guy, and then you guys were arresting me."

Officer Murtaugh, for that is the cop's name, stares at the solo's face for a moment and then nods and settles back into his chair. "Age old story, I'm afraid," he acknowledges. "A few times a night actually. Most of the time the bystanders who get hit aren't as lucky as you are, uh, Mister,?"

(OOC: A name given,?)

"So," Murtaugh continues. "Big guy like you with old school cybe, what you do to make bank nowadays?"

Posted on 2016-10-10 at 19:05:30.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL


Or Advil Cold...

Posted on 2016-10-10 at 17:04:49.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: No problem.


We all overlook things. For example: I missed Tann's suggestion that I post for him over the weekend.

Posted on 2016-10-10 at 17:01:01.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Do you have a headache?


I wrote my post on my phone. Autocorrect got me. Thanks for catching that though.

Does Asovil give you a headache?

Posted on 2016-10-09 at 16:53:14.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: True.


Officials for the school will be back on campus Monday. You folks are on Saturday really early morning.

Posted on 2016-10-09 at 16:51:55.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: So....


Again, I admonish you to look at the in-game time and day.

Posted on 2016-10-08 at 17:59:38.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And I am ready for the meeting...


Asovil is ready for Drake.

Posted on 2016-10-08 at 13:10:53.
Edited on 2016-10-08 at 18:11:10 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Ensign Maize


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Science Lab 1 - 07:24


Chief Cook vanishes behind the closing door leaving a somewhat amused department head considering their recent interaction. Occupying thoughts aren't so much about the topic of their conversation (in Asovil's mind, Lauren Crane has made her bed and the situation is Captain Drake's to ultimately resolve), but more the head nurse, herself.

Walking calmly--almost unconcerned by way of appearance--back to her desk, Lt. Sh'iraolnas sits and further contemplates Dana Cook. The woman would likely make a good Andorian officer with how brazen she is. She certainly is not lacking for loyalty. The way she speaks with barely any movement of her lips is most guarded and intriguing at the same time. Not the typical personality one would find in a care-giving capacity, and more of the same kind of thoughts carry her through to the chirping alarm announcing someone outside her door seeking entrance.

"Come," she blinks away the crowding thoughts and absentmindedly brushes a strand of soft white hair behind her right ear.

"Our meeting, sir?" Ensign Maize steps into the room and salutes. Her blond hair is pulled back in a ponytail with her bangs parted on the left side of her head. Once again, Asovil wonders about her purple eyes but resists the urge to ask after their origin. For all she knows, they could be cybernetic and have been implanted after an accident. Not something to bring up right away, I think.


"Yes, Ensign," rising, Lt. Sh'iraolnas returns the salute. "take a seat please. I appreciate your punctuality. As it turns out, I've a meeting scheduled with the captain at 08:30 and would like us both to be well underway for the day long before that."

"Understood, sir," Dalia walks across the room and stiffly plants herself in the closest chair to the door while still in front of Asovil's desk.

A little onerous, perhaps? Sleep on the wrong side of a bed possibly? the Andorian accidentally mentally misuses another Terran adage as she returns to her seat once more.

"How are you this morning, Mr. Maize?" the science officer regards her subordinate with a friendly smile and lifted brow, her antennae perched forward showing interest.

"I'm fine, sir."

Ponderously nodding at the brief answer, Asovil searches the woman's pale, square features in a fruitless attempt to read her. "All right. I suppose we both have things to get to,

"You've likely noticed that I dismissed Chief Crane from duty early yesterday. As the assisting department head, you should know that I've confined her to quarters until further notice. All of her projects are to be monitored by other qualified recipients within the department until the situation is resolved."

"And what situation might that be, sir?" Dalai tilts her head to the left just a bit, her purple eyes alight with challenge.

"The situation with Chief Crane will," the lieutenant leans forward and clasps her hands before her on the polished desk, "remain within the discretion of those directly involved until I deem it prudent to share. Suffice it to say, you will be responsible for making sure those projects are properly monitored and that duties Chief Crane is expected to perform are properly covered."

"Yes. Sir."

Sapphire eyes narrow as they meet stormy violet ones. "is there a problem, Ensign?"

"No, sir."

"That's verta waste, Ensign." Asovil settles back again in her chair and leans on her left elbow. "It's a very apparent to me that you've some boner to pitch at me, and I'd very much appreciate you doing so as I've neither the patience nor the desire for politics within my own department."

Dalia's lavender eyes widen at her superior's faux pas. "Um, do you mean, ‘bone to pick," sir?"

"Yes. Whatever the phrase is that you Terrans use." The blue-skinned beauty waves the mistake away like an annoying insect.

"I've nothing to talk about, sir." Ensign Maize folds her arms below her breasts and looks plainly at her department head as though challenging her to an argument.

Staring across the reflective surface of her desk at the defiant woman, Asovil gives her head just enough of a shake that it causes a tremor to flow through her white hair and purses her lips. Drawing in a deep breath through her flared nostrils she grumps, "Fine.

"I don't imagine these additional duties to burden the department for long. Until they cease, I'll have a daily report filed by you concerning the statuses of each project.

"Now, I've something else to discuss with you and seeing how we are apparently such good friends, I'll just come right out and say it.

"Were you privy to Lt. Tesenblen's rather unorthodox projects?"

"If you're referring to the projects that Lt. Tesenblen had the full authorization and support from Captain Drake on," Dalai tilts her head slightly to the right, "then, yes."

"And you took no concern with the safety of the crew or this ship's mission?" Lt. Sh'iraolnas retains her narrow-eyed stare.

"None whatsoever."

"Did you participate in these projects, Mr. Maize? Knowing full well the very tenuous conditions that surrounded this department?"

The Ensign's jaw juts outward. "If you are insinuating behavior unbecoming a science officer aboard a Starfleet vessel, Lieutenant, sir. Then just come right out and say so. Otherwise, please do me the courtesy of getting to the point. Sir."

"Did you behave in a manner unbecoming a Starfleet officer?" Asovil takes back the offensive.

"No, sir." Amber eyes practically crackle cackle with fire. "And I'll say the same for Lt. Tesenblen should I be given the opportunity to speak on his behalf before a court."

"Misplaced loyalty can ruin a person's life, Ensign." The blue woman States quietly, drawing the temper-fueled officer before her forward so she can better hear.

"Lieutenant Horatio Tesenblen is a good man." Maize replies through clenched teeth. "That he is now going to have his name and his work dragged through the mud is a disgrace for Starfleet and--I'm sure--meant to be an attack on this ship--"

"And I am the embodiment of this affront, correct?" Asovil brushes her hair back behind her left ear. "I am not the enemy here, Mr. Maize. It is important that I trust you know where the enemy is in order for us to work together. Do you know where the enemy is, Ensign?"

Dalia's a retort escapes through her open mouth before she can utter it. Momentary confusion alights upon her face presenting her with a dumbfounded expression that melts away with the speed of ice before a phaser beam. "Crane?"

"No," Lt. Sh'iraolnas shakes her head and places her hands before her on the desktop. "Disorder. Disregard. These are every department's enemy, Ensign.

The Ensign's brow furrows. "Lt. Tesenblen ran a tight ship."

"Apparently, it was very insular," Asovil replied with alacrity that shocks the subordinate.

"What do you mean?"

"Who is on board the Peregrine at this moment?" the lieutenant quizzed.

"A lot of new personnel and the delegations," Lt. Sh'iraolnas allows Ensign Maize to catch up with what the subordinate had just said. Dalia shakes her head and looks sourly at the corner of the desk where the overheads were catching rather brilliantly. "The experiments were in containment fields approved by Captain Drake. They weren't dangerous."

"You're thinking like a scientist, Mr. Maize," the CSO delivers a gentle chastisement. "Which is what you are, and there's nothing wrong with that so long as you accept alternative views from experienced individuals as inputs into your theory.

"I come from a mixed background that includes science and military training. While not having personal experience with espionage, I can assure you that even someone with minor skills in that area could have found a way to bypass the containment fields, take a sampling of the latest Tesenblen acquisition, and completely turned this mission into a political disaster with the Peregrine and Captain Drake at the center of it.

"Now," it is Asovil's turn to tilt her head slightly to the right. "What do you say to the situation?"

Dalia Maize shifts uncomfortably in her chair and tightens her folded arms into something her superior officer regards as a self-hug. Sourness remains the predominant emotion on in her chiseled face as she sullenly replies, "Lt. Tesenblen had received Captain Drake's approval and buy in on the security protocols."

"Captain Drake is a smart man to be sure," the frustrated blue-skinned woman replies. Sinking back in her chair, she sighs. "He is also running an entire ship, dealing with dignitaries that shouldn't even be here, and forced to rely on his department heads for sound decision making. And I am not even beginning to cover the illicit methods by which Lt. Tesenblen acquired his specimen.

"You've a lot to consider if you wish to continue your service aboard this vessel, Ensign." Asovil meets her purple gaze on the level and without malice. "The the least of which is whether you can step up to the platter and work within my department with structure.

"I have to prepare for my meeting with the captain now, but we will continue this conversation later. I will grant you the rest of this week to decide on your course of action. Dismissed."

Dalia does not even try to correct the Andorian on her misuse of another human metaphor, but rises quickly from her chair and snaps off a salute. As soon as Asovil stands and salutes in kind, the ensign makes haste to exit the office.

Shaking her head, Lt. Sh'iraolnas drops gracefully into her seat and willfully forces the conversation out of her mind as she turns to the report she intends to present Captain Drake. She has ten minutes to finish the report and still arrive at Drake's office with five minutes to spare. Relief washes over her as she realizes just how cut and dry this report will be.

"Computer," she states. "Chief Science Officer's log, Captain's Report, dated,"

Posted on 2016-10-08 at 13:05:54.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: You have the weekend, meatbags!


I'm going to hold off posting until Monday. You have the weekend to continue conversations and for Vesper and our newest player, Impulse, to join in and make their posts.

We're really dragging here...

Oh! Look at the day and time of the scenario as you're developing your plans.

Posted on 2016-10-07 at 17:52:23.
Edited on 2016-10-07 at 17:52:59 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Cyberpunk - Flesh & Blood Recruitment
Subject: Yup. Once per week minimum...


You're welcome to join, Impulse. I have Bloodbank's character sheet in Google Drive. PM me the email you want me to share it with and I'll get it over to you. Let me know when you feel ready to dive in by posting.

I try to update the game every Monday. The past two weeks have been a little dry as, for various reasons, players seem to have been being engulfed by Real Life.

Posted on 2016-10-07 at 17:46:45.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Scuttlebutt...


I tell ya wot!

Loved the reads. Great work all around.

Posted on 2016-10-07 at 17:43:00.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I was going to hang onto Blossom as an NPC


Netrunners are particularly hard to grasp and are the most intricate and involved characters in the Cyberpunk universe. Is she comfortable with that role?

Posted on 2016-10-05 at 13:35:40.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I think we're safe posting the early morning stuff, but I wouldn't get too far ahead...


I've posted Asovil's waking routine, breakfast, and first few minutes at her office. This includes answering Cook's message and reaching out to Moore as well as some interaction with a few NPCs.

I've also updated the logbook.

Posted on 2016-10-05 at 13:34:17.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: The morning after...


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine ; Deck 2 - Asovil's Quarters - 04:30



=/= Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas, the time is now oh-four-thirty. This is your wake up call. =/=

Painfully, her mind immediately blares its wakefulness as a response to the system's alarm. Eyelids are a little less responsive. Veiled vision searches the reddish black of the inside of her lids and visions of dress uniforms dance through her head. Military training kicks in forcing her sapphire eyes open revealing a room in which absolute darkness reigns.

"Computer," she croaks. "Lights at twenty-five percent."

Setting the dim illumination affords her the ability to adjust to full wakefulness more sequentially, which the young Andorian woman has found helps her cope with the earlier hours better than a harsh and immediate awakening.

Pulling her covers aside, she sets about her morning tasks: making her bed, using the lavatory, showering, drying her hair, a light application of makeup, placing vaguely blue Andorian Ice Diamond studs in her ears, and dressing in her standard black and blue uniform takes her approximately an hour and a half. She takes care to pull the front of her white hair back over her head and between her antennae where she folds a swath of the hair at the back of her head up underneath the hair from the front, effectively shortening the length in the back forming a longer A-frame shape.

The time is now nearly 06:00 hours leaving her an hour before Alpha shift begins, which means that she effectively has a half hour to eat and get to her office. Asovil learned some years prior that a good leader is always early to duty call. Since then, she has rarely been tardy.

Deciding to check in on her schedule, the exhausted scientist asks, "Computer? Do I have any messages or schedule changes?"

=/= You have a new meeting with Captain Drake at oh-eight-thirty hours. =/=

Oh! Even though she has been hoping to be briefed on the mission in full, she knows that the meeting signifies the coming to a head of the Chief Crane event. She cannot help the sudden twist of her insides at the potential explosion from the volatile and moody captain. I'm not the reason for this situation, she reminds herself. Just cleaning up the mess. Repeating this thought a few times calms her nerves.

Taking the time to gauge her appearance once more before leaving her quarters, the blue-skinned beauty finds herself wondering whether she'll see Tochi today. Almost immediately noticing the darkening of her cheeks, she purses her lips and shakes her head. Turning from the mirror over the sink, the science officer strides purposefully from the quarters while mentally chastising herself for behaving like an infatuated schoolgirl.

Achieving the turbolift in short order due to its proximity to her quarters on the starboard side of the ship, she gives the orders to be taken to Deck 3 and proceeds with the short, solitary ride down one level. The Mess Hall sits at the front of the ship, also on the Starboard side adjacent to the shuttle bay. Trekking to the room requires a longer walk during which time Asovil passes unfamiliar faces as her fellow crewmen go about their business saluting her rank in what she knows is purely requirement as she's done nothing so far to earn their respect. All the same, she returns the salutes and proceeds on to her destination while mentally reviewing her day.

Oh-eight-thirty provides me with plenty of time to meet with Ensign Maize. Did I tell her we'd meet first thing in the morning? I think I did, Yes, I did. So, we should be able to resolve that meeting long before my meeting with the Captain,,

Mess halls on board the Saber Class ship are stark and utilitarian in nature. Three replicator dispensers perform their functions at one end of the room near the entry door and a shelf extends from there allowing multiple people to fill their trays and slide their meals down the row picking up silverware, mugs, and whatever else the culinary crew might have provided outside of the replicator programs. From there, the room extends out towards the port side of the ship housing multiple metallic tables set in a semicircle before a large computer screen mounted into the wall. Each table is accompanied by four metal chairs, and at this time of the morning, most are full.

Taking up a tray, Asovil sets it underneath the first replicator. "Parmath on hari with a side of torl and three krillbeast stripsteaks." Chunky light green and blue paste atop roasted pale tan flatbread with reddish strips of meat approximately the length of her hand appear on a metal plate. Sliding down to the last replicator, the young officer adds an order of Katheka at seventy-one point one degrees celsius and collects the dark blue mug bearing Starfleet's insignia on it from the dispenser. Taking the utensils and napkin, she turns and quickly assesses her seating options.

Openings at the tables are scarce which leaves the blue-skinned woman to select the closest to her between a burly looking gold uniform wearing man and a human woman of Asian descent with fine features and long black hair wearing a similarly fashioned uniform. The other individual at the table is an individual wearing a security insignia with a strong jawline, kind eyes, and short-cut wavy brown hair.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Asovil Sh'iraolnas," she introduces herself and places her tray on the table. Settling into her chair, she looks at the large man first, her antennae attentively positioned forward. "I'm the new Chief Science Officer, and you are?"

"I am Petty Officer 2nd Class Nikolai Toporov, sir," he replies with a thick and unfamiliar accent in a voice that resonates. Smiling, he nods his welcome. "I specialize in sensors aboard this here boat."

"Petty Officer 2nd Class Rachel Wu," the Asian woman offers with a reserved smile. "I'm with Ops. Specialize in systems."

"Crewman James Stephen Galla," says the remaining man with a soft voice and a slight tilt of his head. "Security."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," Lt. Sh'iraolnas remarks.

Mealtime is usually short especially as people need to make it to their duty shifts. Respecting her table companions' schedules, Asovil keeps the conversations short and direct while allowing everyone (including herself) ample time to eat.

Crewman Galla is first to excuse himself and the scientist is able to learn very little about him. He is quiet, attentive, and observant from what she can tell, but in the brief time she had with him she isn't even sure that her assessment is accurate and reserves the conclusions for another time. Rachel Wu is a talkative woman perhaps in her early thirties with what appears to be a light appetite. PO Toporov is someone that Asovil finds particularly interesting having never met someone with his particular speech patterns, and knowing that he works with the sensors, she suspects she will be calling on him in the future. She's slightly disappointed when he leaves and determines to spend some time getting to know him a little better. Surprisingly, Asovil finishes her meal before PO Wu and finds it necessary to extract herself from the conversation in order to still arrive early at her office.

Towards the latter portion of her meal, she witnesses Ensign Maize and PO Gaultier each arrive for their meals, but separately. The two are able to find room at another table and it isn't lost to the Andorian that they make no effort to greet her. Perhaps they see Wu talking up a storm and don't want to interrupt. The attempt to console her fears of being disliked is lame and ineffective. The lieutenant junior grade clears her tray from the table and exits the mess hall without saying a word to either of her staff.

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine ; Deck 4 - Science Lab 1 - 06:40


Science Lab One's overhead lights are off when Asovil enters. A quick command from the Chief Science Officer remedies the illumination problem but the woman isn't interested in spending time within the lab at this juncture. Instead, she progresses quickly to her own office and enters with authority. To her, this is just a room at the moment where she can perform business related to her office. She has spent no energy on thinking about decorations and doesn't begin now as she settles behind her desk.

The first order of business that the department head handles is scheduling the meeting time for Ensign Maize. Oh-seven-thirty ought to allow sufficient enough time, she decides and punches in the calendar settings. Next, Asovil reviews the log entries from her staff from the previous day. This is a longer process that requires a focused and attentive mind since she can make comments and notes on each entry, offer suggestions concerning issues that have developed in projects, and pass on information to exterior sources that need an officer's approval.

Finally, she brings up her command screen that acts as the hub of information for her department once more and visits the messaging section. Scanning the screen, she spots a particular notification and brings it up.

Stardate: 2365.02.09 - 0708

To: Lt. Sh'iraolnas

Subject: CPO Lauren Crane

Lt,

I am writing you because I am aware of the unfortunate situation in which Chief Crane has gotten herself. She only spoke to me because we share quarters and are good friends. Rest assured that I will speak to no one about the situation, except for you or the Captain. I know the charges against her are serious and punishment is warranted, but I would like the chance to talk to you about them and what recommendations you will make to the Captain regarding her disciplinary action.

If you have a few minutes, please let me know when we can meet privately to discuss it. I would prefer to discuss it prior to you meeting with the Captain if, possible. Thank you for your time.

CPO Dana Cook
Head Nurse


Leaning back in her chair, the Andorian raises her manicured eyebrows and ponders the request. She cannot fathom what CPO Cook could possibly say that would change the circumstances Chief Crane has placed herself within, but relations on board a small boat such as the Peregrine can become stressed fairly easily and the blue-skinned woman is reluctant to burn potential bridges by refusing the request. Still, she chews on her bottom lip and narrows her eyes at the screen. This is a rather unorthodox situation to begin with. Considering that Crane is currently in hot water for her lack of compliance with the chain of command, Asovil briefly wonders if she should bring this meeting to the attention of Doctor Moore. She had met the woman at the reception last night and in such a setting was unable to determine her disposition, however Science and Medical often find themselves working together and it wouldn't due to snub the head of Medical.

Tapping her badge, Asovil raises the query, "Lt. Sh'iraolnas to Lt. Moore. Just a quick question for your Doctor."

(OOC: Assuming a willingness to talk.)

"I've received a request for your head nurse to meet with me this morning concerning a Science Department matter," the Andorian continues. "I've no objection to such a meeting, but I wanted to extend the courtesy of seeking your consent before I agree."

(OOC: Again, assuming something akin to, "Go for it.")

"Thank you, Doctor Moore." Having now satisfied her sense of propriety, Lt. Sh''iraolnas sets about responding to the message from CPO Cook.

Stardate: 2365.02.09 - 0715

To: CPO Dana Cook

Subject: Response: CPO Lauren Crane

Chief Cook,

I would certainly be interested in whatever you wish to share concerning Chief Crane. I have a few minutes available before a meeting scheduled for oh-seven-thirty if you can make it, otherwise I'm afraid that my schedule does not permit time before my meeting with Captain Drake.

Regards,

Lt. Sh'iraolnas
Chief Science Officer



Rereading her missive, Asovil decides that she is satisfied and sends it off. Turning back to the rest of her messages the Andorian woman begins reading through the large number of written communications concerning various projects of which she either follows, or is a part of; science journals; and video messages from friends, colleagues, and family.


Posted on 2016-10-05 at 13:27:18.
Edited on 2016-10-05 at 13:27:36 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Cyberpunk - Flesh & Blood Recruitment
Subject: I have a position open for a player


Anyone interested in taking over a medtech named Bloodbank?

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 15:34:38.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Thanks for the update.


I just heard from Giddy and his schedule with school just became more challenging so he's dropping the game. Ayrn too.

I'm going to NPC Blossom for now, but have posted recruiting a new player for Bloodbank

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 15:31:25.
Edited on 2016-10-03 at 15:35:45 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Here I was, all ready to post and I go to the game thread...


What do I find? Nada. Bummer.

And, I only heard from one of the the players as to why the delay in game progress. Double bummer.

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 09:07:02.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I love the South Carolina coastline.


I was there just a couple of months ago myself, only further south than Myrtle Beach. Be safe in your travels, Ody.

I've endured demo weeks myself as well, AmaraD. I do not envy you, nor the drain it imposes upon your mind and body. I wish you luck.

Looking forward to a post from our fearless leader. I'm holding off posting until then.

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 09:04:34.

Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: And you can...?


You can choose any vice and virtue you want?

I thought Eol was playing. Did he drop off? If so, I'll throw things at him until he consents to joining again.

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 08:53:17.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Either I write well enough that no one has any questions, or...


It would seem that all of my players are caught up in Real Life.

This would likely be a good place to discuss the plan for getting into the school, if that's what you're going to do.

What's next for the group at Fizzoli's?

Posted on 2016-09-29 at 11:35:51.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: There was a flitter flutter in my chest as I read that.


Excitement ensues.

Posted on 2016-09-29 at 11:23:17.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Towel?


Are you kidding!? With as much as you face lick and how infrequently the towel is washed, I find it difficult to even approach it. The last time I tried, IT ran away!

I have posted a little something about Asovil retiring for the night just because I haven't seen a post in a bit.

Posted on 2016-09-28 at 15:46:48.
Edited on 2016-09-28 at 15:47:18 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: A little something to round out the night...


Stardate 2365.02.08 (Monday - 42136.2)
USS Peregrine ; Deck 2 - Asovil's Quarters - 23:15



Tired doesn't begin to describe the Andorian as she shuffles into her quarters. The door closing behind her, Asovil falls back against it and closes her eyes. Diplomatic engagements are exhausting! she exclaims to herself with eyes closed and head tilted back, her antennae pressed against the cool metal. Images of the night's events casually stroll through her thoughts neither welcomed nor shunned, just there for her to observe. Reliving the engrossing conversations, the way her aggravation bloomed when D'Lar so flippantly tossed insults about using humor to slip every slight through the cracks, and the way that the evening ended; most of all the interactions she'd had with Tochi and the way he had so adeptly handled the event. Having multiple lives to draw upon certainly has its benefits, she smiles softly and clasps her hands, pressing them against her lips. The Peregrine is not what she thought it would be.

Her father would not be impressed with her recent behavior, of that she is certain. He's a man of strict Andorian principles despite his forward-thinking in cybernetics. He is proud of her scientific endeavors but is prouder of her time at the Imperial Academy and in service to the Empire. Sevar used to say that he could never fully earn their father's approval because he was just a soldier. That's why joining Starfleet wasn't such a big deal to her older brother. He just knew that he could never live up to Ekassol's vision for his future. Tethaas, her other older brother, never bothered to try and joined the merchant fleet as soon as he was able like their mother had done before children were in the picture. Right up until Sevar's untimely death, Asovil is certain she was following a path that her father was absolutely ecstatic with: science and military service. Transferring from the Imperial Guard to Starfleet Academy had been a disappointing change in the future he had planned for her, but he condoned the move due to being honor bound by Sevar's commitment to serve, so he had supported her.

As if he isn't going to be furious enough, Asovil pushes away from the doors and feels the jubilation of her new friendship with Tochi Zai subside to be replaced by the trepidation surrounding the eventual communication with her mother and father. Demoted, transferred, and infatuated with a Trill. Shaking her head, the Andorian woman begins to undress, returning everything to its place with the precision of a practiced soldier and the attention to detail of a successful scientist.

"Computer," her badge is placed in its case on the vanity shelf as she softly addresses the ship's systems. "Are there any messages for me?"

=/= There is one message for you, Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas. =/=

Fluttering immediately ensues within her bosom. Making her way to the personal computer at the desk, she slips out of her dress coat and activates the screen. A message is displayed on the screen within a couple of seconds and the excitement within is destroyed by a sudden rampaging rage. Simple words from an individual she had hoped to never hear from again practically dance before her sapphire eyes.

Enjoy your new post. - Lieutenant Namesif


His long, pale, oval face with stringy, receding black hair and a full beard and mustaches instantly appears at the forefront of her mind. Even his smile is insufferable as she imagines him chortling over his victory. Deprived of her affections, he has obviously taken consolation in the black mark on her career.

Stabbing the computer screen with her right index finger and nearly breaking her nail in the process she deletes the message in a huff. Squeezing her eyes shut, the scientist clenches her fists at her side and breathes in deeply, then releases the air slowly through her nose. She repeats this process until her hands naturally relax and the rage has subsided.

As a girl, Asovil's temper had delivered her into more tight spots than she cares to remember. It wasn't until the Imperial Academy that she learned that control technique. Knowing full well that another wrathful outburst would likely land her a desk job at some podunk outpost in the quietest regions of the galaxy she knows she is going to have to put that method to practice more often than not aboard the Peregrine. She cannot afford to allow her natural combative tendencies to get the better of her.

Methodically changing into her shorts and leaving her undershirt on, she secures her uniform in the wardrobe. Moving with a forced listlessness, the blue-skinned young woman pads over to her bed and folds the blankets down just enough for her to slide underneath. Another deep breath in and released, then another, and she closes her eyes. I'll remove my makeup when I wake, she decides as she remembers that she hasn't done so already. I've the meeting with Ensign Maize first thing in the morning. I hope that this mess with Chief Crane stops with Lauren. What a disaster to walk into.


"Computer," she begins her request of the system. "Wake me at oh-four-thirty hours."

=/= The alarm has been set. Have a good night, Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas. =/=

I wonder at what time Captain Drake will call me up to his office? she shifts and pulls up the blankets from underneath the bottom of the bed to keep her little blue toes from being bent uncomfortably beneath the press. He seemed very reserved tonight at the dinner. He allowed Tochi to handle most of the conversation. Perhaps he's a man of few words—a man of action. That, I can appreciate. Those are qualities of a good Andorian captain, Asovil's line of thought begins to make unplanned for turns taking her from the path of productivity into a dreamland filled with possibilities.


Posted on 2016-09-28 at 15:43:40.
Edited on 2016-09-28 at 15:44:01 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Facelick


I still have a rash from my last face lick.

Posted on 2016-09-28 at 10:43:33.

 


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