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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Can't help myself...
I've posted yet again. And, I've commandeered PO Zhang in Security as one of those characters in another department I'd like to take over. If there are any complaints, let me know.
Posted on 2016-12-21 at 18:41:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: More Jail Time Convo | The Investigation Gains Some Help
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig - 15:23
Dana noticed Lauren's relaxing posture as her feet slid down and back beneath the bench. That's a start. she thought. She gave Lauren a faint grin at the term ‘Grin and bear it' and shrugged her shoulders before saying, "There's an old saying ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger'. I'm not sure where that comes from, probably some Vulcan Proverb or another." Her growing grin made it hard to tell if she was kidding or not.
"I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense." Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. "What's been going on with the Peregrine while I've been swimming in my own muck?"
"Well now," Dana thought for a moment before speaking, "I don't know if you heard, but there was another incident in your department. Petty Officer Rogers was exposed to some nasty chemicals in the Chem lab and he received some very nasty chemical burns. But he is doing better now, and we should have him back in shape in a couple of days. Lt. Sh'iraolnas is investigating the incident to determine how it could have happened."
"What?" Lauren's eyes widen in surprise and she looks sharply towards her friend. "He's usually so careful. Have you heard anything from—from the Lieutenant—on the matter? What was he working on when it happened?"
(OOC: Back to you.)
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Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - CSO's Office to Chemical Lab - 17:21
Sighing a hefty enough sigh that a couple of seconds pass before its completion, Ensign Maize leans back in the chair, executing a long foray into the parcel records for the chemlab. Stretching her facial muscles by raising her thin eyebrows and rolling her jaw, the blonde woman can't help but feel more than a little discouraged.
Each and every one of the logs account for the chemicals contained within a normal laboratory aboard a Starfleet vessel. Apart from the personal logs she had drudged up where Rogers had admitted to tinkering around with the Bolian package, the science officer had ran into dead end after dead end. One would think that solving a mystery would be similar to an act of scientific discovery, she rolls her head about to relieve some of the stress in her neck. Thoughts such as this one have haunted the fringes of her mind ever since she had returned to Lab 1 to continue her investigation. Whatever remarks Craig Rogers has to make about his findings have been recorded elsewhere, if at all. Maybe in his quarters, maybe in a private PADD, or maybe in a more archaic manner; on paper or in a book. Of course, in order to violate a crewmember's privacy and enter his quarters without his permission, she would need Lt. Sh'iraolnas' permission and that might lead to more questions that don't yet have answers.
Slipping from the cushioned seat upon which she perches, Dalia places her hands on her hips and arches her back resulting in the satisfaction of a number of small popping noises and a rush of warmth through her shoulders and back muscles. Days like this one haven't been commonplace aboard the Peregrine and the officer decided that she would never complain again about the boredom she sometimes felt during the ship's patrols.
"Computer," she states as she strides casually across the large laboratory, her purple eyes flitting momentarily to the door of her new superior officer's office. "Turn off all displays and lock files Chem-dash-Two-Three-Nine for my grade and above only."
=/=Confirmed. Files within directory Chem-dash-Two-Three-Nine have been locked and all displays have been turned off.=/=
At least something is going right, the thought drips with enough sarcasm to fill the cargo bay of a Ferengi freighter.
Gliding into the hall outside the science lab, Ensign Maize comes to an abrupt stop. Mimicking her sudden ceasing of forward progression a mere three feet in front of the blue and black clad woman is an athletically-built, gold and black clad individual of Asian descent. Standing a few inches taller than Dalia, he wears his black hair very short on the sides and only a little longer on top. He's not particularly dashing in appearance, but neither is he homely. Searching through her memory, Ensign Maize cannot recall this particular petty officer's name.
"Excuse me," she says with a tired smile, moving to her right in order to avoid having to push through him.
"Ensign Maize?" the man asks with a quizzical expression on his face.
Stopping short, she regards him with a slightly furrowed brow, "Yes."
"I'm Petty Officer Second Class, Da Zhang," he offers. "Lieutenant Berk asked me to attach myself to the investigation taking place in your department."
"Which investigation?" Dalia can't help but narrow her eyes a bit.
Da raises his eyebrows in mild surprise. "Why, the chemlab incident. Are there others?"
"Nope," the blonde woman feels relief pass through her like an energy pulse. "Just that one. I was just making sure I hadn't overlooked something.
"A bit late in the schedule to begin involvement, don't you think?"
PO Zhang shrugs, "I'm to make myself available when needed, sir."
"Well, it is not needed now," Dalia smiles softly to lessen the impact of her words. "You can make yourself available to the investigation again at the beginning of the next Alpha shift."
"Understood," Da dips his head in accompaniment to his acknowledgement and steps to the side affording the ensign more room by which to pass.
With a nod of her own, Dalia Maize continues past, pausing a few feet further down the hall. Turning back to the security PO, she calls out to him, "Petty Officer Zhang?"
He spins expertly on his heel, having been progressing further down the hall himself, and tilts his head to the right in question, "Yes, sir?"
"There is something you could do."
"What's that?"
"Personal belongings are registered on assignment, correct?" He nods and she continues. "Would you please review all of PO Roger's personal effects and see if there are any private PADDS, journals, or other means by which he would be recording events outside of regulation systems?"
"Certainly, sir."
"Thank you."
Posted on 2016-12-21 at 18:39:01.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oops, I did it again.
I've gone and posted.
Posted on 2016-12-19 at 16:36:47.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Change of Subject
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig - 15:23
"I should have expected a reprimand from you," Lauren sighs sourly and draws her knees up closer to her chest. "But don't worry about me, Dana. I'll just throw myself into my work and eventually this whole thing will be a distant painful memory."
Sullenly staring at the stark floor of her cell, the small woman's brown eyes begin to fill with tears. "How can you possibly understand? You would have probably barged into the captain's quarters and jammed your finger in his chest in protest. But I'm not like you, Dana. I did what I thought was right and it turned out to be wrong. Very wrong. From now on, I'm going to stick with my duties and steer clear of any additional drama."
"It's not a reprimand Lauren," Dana replied, "it's the facts! I do worry about you, because I know how you are and how you would take this whole punishment thing. But you're right, in time it will be a distant memory, and it's up to you how painful it will be."
Dana chuckled a little bit and shook her head, "I don't see myself jamming a finger into the Captain's chest about anything; I would find myself your roommate once more." She smiled slightly and then it faded and her voice got softer, sounding a little sad when she continued.
"You're wrong though," Dana said with a sigh, "I do understand." She didn't go on right away, but dropped her gaze to join Lauren's in staring at the floor.
"I've never really shared this with anyone," the Chief Nurse said, a unusual quiver in her voice, "and the exact details aren't important. But, I too was once where you are now. There was an incident in the Academy, when I was in Medical school. I had aspirations of being a Doctor, like my mother, but ... something happened and it almost cost me my career in Starfleet. Circumstances were ... complicated and the situation was resolved without a court martial, in return I would remain silent on the matter and it would be kept out of my record. But, my plans to be a Doctor were dead in the water, and I could only continue my Medical career as a Nurse."
Dana fell silent for a few moments and then looked at Lauren next to her, "Yes, it is now a distant 'painful' memory, and I agree.. steer clear of any additional drama." She smirked slightly as she sighed and looked back to the floor.
"You'll get through this Lauren," she continued, "though we won't be roommates any more, I'll be here for you, if you want it. Just expect me to be a straight-shooter, as always, and there won't be any surprises."
Lauren turns her face towards her friend and sighs, releasing her knees and shifting so that her feet slide back beneath the bench. She grips the edge of their shared seat and offers a sympathetic expression. "There's nothing to it, right? Just grin and bear it.
"I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense." Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. "What's been going on with the Peregrine while I've been swimming in my own muck?"
(OOC: Go!)
Posted on 2016-12-19 at 16:36:25.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Service is always a good excuse.
Thanks for the update. Anyone else? I've a post from Tann and Keeper...
To quote Adele... Hello?
Posted on 2016-12-19 at 13:06:52.
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Topic: Grugg
Subject: So good to hear from you!!!
The update is well received, Grugg!
Try some of that voice-to-text software, my friend. It's pretty good nowadays. Maybe we can see some more of you around here.
Posted on 2016-12-19 at 13:05:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Welcome back
Join the fun.
I'll get another post up soon. Just downloaded a Star Trek theme for my Kindle Fire. Now I have my very own PADD.
Posted on 2016-12-16 at 21:57:03.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: 'Punk is never easy...
If it were, it'd be called D&D.  Ain't no fairy dust here. Just situations that may, or may not, kill you outright. That's what you signed up for.
I've got a single post (thanks, Keeper). Where's the rest of them?
Posted on 2016-12-15 at 12:20:03.
Edited on 2016-12-15 at 12:22:39 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: No compost for me... thanks though.
I have repented of my sin and posted.
Posted on 2016-12-15 at 12:19:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Self-Pity in the Brig
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig - 15:22
"How are doing Lauren?" Dana said to her friend, sadness at the situation showing clearly on the normally stoic face of the Chief.
"Miserable," the mousy faced former chief replies, the word practically dripping with self-pity. She sits on the bench in the back right corner of the cell, knees tucked up under her chin, arms wrapped about her legs and looks up at her friend without so much as moving her head a millimeter. "Are you here to end my misery, Dana? A true friend would. Just an accidental overdose of insulin would do it."
"Pity? Really?" Dana said as she walked over to her friend and set the medkit down on the table and opening it up took out a medical scanner, "I knew that you lead a sheltered life, Lauren, but I thought you wouldn't stoop to self-pity." She turned on the scanner and began to wave it back and forth near PO Crane; as she did so she continued talking.
"You must remember that ‘you' got yourself into this mess," Dana told her, "and that ‘you' have to face the consequences. So, you got demoted, which almost always happens when you go to a Captain's Mast, and you have some extra duty, a little brig time, and some bread and water restrictions. That is why I am here. To make sure you're physically going to get through it alright. It might not sound like much, but after a day or so, just eating bread and water can take its toll on your body. I'll be here each day to make sure that you get through that alright. I'll be up to you, to get yourself through the rest of this mess."
She paused and set down the scanner and then reached into the medkit and pulled out a hypospray and after setting it she pressed it to Crane's forearm, where it hissed briefly. "That's a vitamin booster. You seem fine, physically, but your metabolism is a little low, probably because you didn't eat much prior to your mast. But the vitamin booster will help keep you stable; other than that, I think you will pull through this alright. As long as you're willing to try."
Dana put away her items back into the medkit and then sat slowly on the edge of the bed, she sighed, "Lauren. You know this could have been worse. If we had been back at the Starbase then the Captain would have handed you over to Starbase Security and you would be facing a Court Marshal. Your life in Star Fleet would be over. But here you are, a little lighter in rank, and after this punishment phase, you will be back at your work. The work you love, right? So, if that is what you want, then get through this and then get on with your life. Your career is still on track, though you have experienced a minor setback, but nothing you can't overcome. You're young, you still got a lot of years in Star Fleet ahead of you."
"I should have expected a reprimand from you," Lauren sighs sourly and draws her knees up closer to her chest. "But don't worry about me, Dana. I'll just throw myself into my work and eventually this whole thing will be a distant painful memory."
Sullenly staring at the stark floor of her cell, the small woman's brown eyes begin to fill with tears. "How can you possibly understand? You would have probably barged into the captain's quarters and jammed your finger in his chest in protest. But I'm not like you, Dana. I did what I thought was right and it turned out to be wrong. Very wrong. From now on, I'm going to stick with my duties and steer clear of any additional drama."
(OOC: You're up,)
Posted on 2016-12-15 at 12:18:19.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Random encounters are a beast!
Well, from what Casino has seen, they are strapped with heavy autopistols (those are the weapons they've taken out to deal with the threat). They have Beretta 1010 MP medium submachine guns in their squad car. Casino can easily imagine that the two of them have some sort of holdout on their persons... maybe even two. Casino's Automag was confiscated and put in the trunk of the squad car when they loaded Casino up.
Welcome to Casino's own version of Die Hard! 
Exits? For ease of imagination, consider the room that Casino is in to be 20 meters by 30 meters with the entrance to the actual emergency room at one end of the 30-meter stretch and the exit to the parking lot (the area these goons came through) at the other. The three of you would be about 10 meters from the emergency room door. There's also another door to the left as you're heading towards the emergency room at about the 15-meter mark that looks like it heads deeper into the hospital, but this door is already past the furthest progression of the gunmen.
The emergency room nurse's station is behind bulletproof glass in a booth just to the left of the emergency room door as you're approaching it. There are two of those vacuum cleaner looking bots that distribute morphine in the room, but they are 5-meters and 8-meters away, respectively.
Posted on 2016-12-12 at 14:06:12.
Edited on 2016-12-12 at 14:10:40 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Excellent!
Well done!
Admittedly, I've been remiss in posting. No. Really. I have. I do plan on posting again soon. If not today, then no later than Wednesday.
Posted on 2016-12-12 at 13:52:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ha!
I read that, Eol, as you'll try and get "compost" together...
I thought, "Wha-? Gross." 
Posted on 2016-12-07 at 12:21:24.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: That's everyone!
There you have it, meatbags! We're ready for some more partaying! In case you missed it, Casino is now part of a hostage situation by peoples unknown, still handcuffed in the company of two rather cavalier cops. Ghlahn and Fixer have a decision to make involving high-flying, tightrope walking dare-doing or stepping into the unkown and breaking and entering.
Ha! That reminds me... last time I had a player break and enter he had his character's head blown off by a shotgun wielding grandmother. But that's besides the point...
And then, we have the rest of the group who have just had their picture taken.
Posted on 2016-12-05 at 10:17:02.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: And on the street...
West 43875 St. 52 High | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:55 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)
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"So," Blossom, still sucking on a lollipop, thrusts her hands into her jacket pockets and steps a little further underneath the short awning Hale Security Doors so thoughtfully provides as a shield against the rain. "Guess we wait here until Ghlahn is through shooting the place up?"
Bloodbank nods at Blossom. "Seems like all we gotta do is wait," he says, his voice even. He steps out of the rain as best as possible and pulls out his gun, checking that it's in top shape for whatever he has to do. Looking at it a bit warily, once finished, he tucks it back into the holster and waits around with the group, looking anxiously towards Ghlahn.
"Ready", Echo says, and nods to the others, anxious to get out of the busy streets and into the sewers. Too many folks about her makes her nervous, as she prefers the open roads and wastelands to the overcrowded cities. The sewers weren't going to be open land, but at least they're less populated. She takes a casual, yet vigilant stance leaning against a wall, fingers fidgeting within her pockets, ready to spring into action.
With no building looking any better or worse than any other, Ghlan figures he will simply take a walk and see which, if any, offer a fire escape or other avenue of movement to an elevated position. Once he finds one, it will be a simple matter of finding a spot. For a moment he looks up and thinks about bringing down one of the air cars as that would certainly cause a commotion. It would also bring about the anger of his mates. So, he will stick to his plan and try to cause some chaos.
With Fixer now escorting the sniper, the others wait impatiently beneath the awning of Hale Security Doors. Echo watches one direction, Vegas the other, while Blossom and Bloodbank scan all about. Ghlahn leads the silent techie further down the street having already determined that the alleys back the way they had traveled did not contain any of the landscape he's looking for. Approaching the end of the building, hands tucked into his coat, the red-headed man casually casts his gaze into the darkness.
M'harú Ghlahn immediately kicks on his infrared vision and the darkness transitions into hues of green and blue. The absence of reds, yellows, and oranges indicate that at least for the distance his enhanced vision accounts for, there are no living things in the alley. Deactivating the infrared, Ghlahn sees what he's hoping for. Without any wasted words, he leads the techie down the alley and stops twenty meters in just beneath a fire escape.
The metal ladder for the escape is up placing it about three meters overhead. The height isn't imposing for the sniper. He could easily spring up and grab it even weighted as he is with gear. His concern resides in whether Fixer could follow, and (at least thus far), M'harú Ghlahn has managed to keep a lot about his abilities private. Experience has been a harsh mentor but a mentor nonetheless, and the athletic man has found it best practice to reveal only so much as he is required to in order to complete the job. Of course, there are other ways of achieving heights normal human beings might struggle to achieve.
Adjusting his gear so as to secure it more firmly about his person, M'harú Ghlahn takes a couple of steps backward, then lunges into a sprint towards the wall hosting the fire escape. Leaping at the wall, he plants one foot on the rough NuCrete® surface, then the other, and instantly twists using the wall as a springboard to launch himself upward. Successfully wrapping his bare hands about the cold wet metal of the bottom rung, he dangles in a swing for just a second before pulling himself up by sheer upper body strength until his feet can find purchase. Once he's entirely on the ladder, the black clad man works his way to the platform with ease. Lowering the ladder, he turns and begins to make his way up the fire escape as quickly as he can without making a lot of noise, Fixer following a couple of flights below.
As is typical of fire escapes, this one rises to the top of the section, but not all of the way onto the next section. There is not, in fact, a roof upon which the two can take purchase, but instead, Ghlahn and Fixer find themselves faced with the decision to try to enter the apartment outside which the fire escape ends, or to move along the narrow meter-wide ledge to the underside of the next higher structure. Already able to see that the front of the building displays a holographic sign across the upper floor's face, common sense states that the emitters must be installed on something. The question becomes whether or not that installation can support two men. Working his way along the meter-wide ledge won't be a difficult task for the red-headed, fatigue-wearing rifleman. Unless something goes terribly wrong, he should be able to do so without even breaking a sweat. Concern would be for the well-being of the techie accompanying him. A quick study of the window they stand before reveals that the locking mechanism won't be a problem for either man using their B&E kit. But what lies within is a complete mystery. Is it worth the risk to try and go higher? From the front of the building, Ghlahn estimates that he could see at least seven or eight blocks back towards Maggie's Grill, and if he remembers the map correctly, at least three to five in the other direction.
Chilling winds sweep the street where the four edgerunners await the sign of M'harú Ghlahn's success. So far, the traffic has remained steady, matching the cadence of their original estimation. The Streets aren't usually a place that Blossom allows her guard to fall, but surrounded as she is by highly capable individuals, the netrunner retrieves her agent and activates the screen. Waving off her avatar with a swipe of the thumb, she scrolls through a couple of screens and presses an icon bringing up the open source app she had been searching for. A moment later and the screen now represents a public view of the street level they are on, fifty-two. Again using her thumb, the wardriver selects another option within the app and watches for a moment before furrowing her brow and looking up from her device to scan the underside of the awning.
"Huh," she allows the sound to escape around the stem of her sucker. "Well, choombas. Smile for the camera."
Mentally berating herself for not thinking that there would be security systems watching the space in front of a security door provider, Blossom allows the direction of her sunglass-guarded gaze to inform her companions as to the direction of what she's referring to. The agent had picked up the wireless feed. She had done the rest by looking up and opening her eyes, something she firmly wishes she had done before they had all spent minutes loitering within the spotlight of a security camera.
Posted on 2016-12-05 at 10:13:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I have now continued the lunch convo and entered the brig.
I hope everyone has had a great Thanksgiving!
Posted on 2016-12-05 at 09:27:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Lunch with Tochi | Interaction in the Brig
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 13:08
"I do not know Lauren Crane by anything more than our brief interaction and her record." Light blue hands shift the navy blue mug of bitter brown liquid a scant inch from the edge of her plate and then refocus to retrieve the fork that had been brought with the food. "Her record appears to be impeccable, and you seem to think highly of her. That leaves me with nothing by her most recent action to decide her character, and I can only say that she appears to have made a very costly mistake.
"My concern with your task of advocating for Chief Crane is nothing more than finding you in an impossible position." Cutting into her meal, the scientist pauses before lifting the morsel to her mouth. "Impossible because of the admitted guilt and mitigating facts, not because of your ability."
"Your flattering estimation of our ability aside," Tochi chuckles, "Impossible positions are written into the job description, we believe," He sets his fork on the edge of his plate and smiling, glances out the window at the passing stars, "Written into what it means to live for that matter." The Trill's eyes track back to hers, then, and, along with a smile, he offers an expansive gesture. "Astrogation, diplomacy, science, even music; everyone will, at some point, present you with obstacles that seem insurmountable. At times, those can be removed or circumvented; other times, they're just as impassable as they appear, frustrating as that may be. Either way, we learn."
Placing the delicious, juicy plant into her mouth, she chews thoughtfully and sets the fork on the edge of her plate. Swallowing, she lightly shrugs her shoulders and says, "I also don't know Captain Drake well enough to even formulate an opinion on how he'll address the situation."
"Hmmm," Tochi murmurs, his smile skewing into a more contemplative expression as his fork hovers midway between plate and mouth, "knowing Silas as we do, the word ‘severely' comes to mind. He's not the sort to be swayed by a sad song, especially given the nature of the infraction." He returns the speared morsel of food to the plate. "Had he become aware of the situation while still docked at the starbase, we're sure that Mister Crane would have been relieved of duty, discharged from the Peregrine, and left there pending a full Court Martial."
"As well she should have been." Asovil leans forward conspiratorially and says with raised eyebrows, "To be honest, I find the Andorian method of consequence far more enjoyable to watch."
Pulling away the blue-skinned woman adopts a carefree disposition and pushes at the greens with her fork. "But then, as the Terrans say, when in the dome, do as the domains do." While appearing cavalier, Asovil can barely refrain from spilling forth her own desire for security in her new position and a knowledge that she isn't going to be faulted for her decision to further investigate the errors within the Science Department. Ship life has a way of making loyalists out of even the most introverted soul and not only has the Andorian made an entrance to be remembered, but she's added to it by finding immediate cause to demote an NCO not to mention the disaster that morning in the chemlab.
"Such a deflating topic," she sighs apologetically and smiles a brilliant flash of white teeth to chase the doldrums away. "How do you feel the banquet fared last night?"
(OOC: Tag!)
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Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig - 15:20
Dana walked into the Security Area and stopped before the Security Crewman on duty at the security station.
"Good Afternoon Petty Officer," Dana said as she stopped before her, "I'm here to perform a Medical examination of Chief... ah Petty Officer Crane... prior to her beginning her sentence. The orders should have been updated to allow Medical access to her during her confinement."
Petty Officer 3rd Class Salia Rotet looked up at the Medical Chief as she stood before her. She noticed that the Chief seemed a bit uncomfortable about being here, but didn't know why. Salia looked down at the screen before her and called up the confinement order on PO Crane, and did see that a note had been made that Medical was allowed access to ascertain the prisoner's condition every 24 hrs.
"Good Day Chief," PO Rotet said as she looked back up at her, "It does say here that you are allowed access, but I will have to check the contents of your case first."
Dana nodded and opened the medkit and showed her that it only contained medical scanners and the like. Once this was done, the Security PO rose and walked over to the brig area and took her to the 1st cell where she deactivated the force field and allowed Dana to enter the cell containing PO Crane.
"Thank you Petty officer," Dana said as she stepped into the cell, "leave us alone for the examination, please. Patient privilege."
PO Rotet had started to object, but the talk of patient privilege made her nod and reactivate the security field.
"I'll be out here, if you need me," Salia said before returning to the Security Station.
"How are doing Lauren?" Dana said to her friend, sadness at the situation showing clearly on the normally stoic face of the Chief.
"Miserable," the mousy faced former chief replies, the word practically dripping with self-pity. She sits on the bench in the back right corner of the cell, knees tucked up under her chin, arms wrapped about her legs and looks up at her friend without so much as moving her head a millimeter. "Are you here to end my misery, Dana? A true friend would. Just an accidental overdose of insulin would do it."
(OOC: tag!)
Posted on 2016-12-05 at 09:26:17.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Casino's story has been updated...
I'll be updating everyone else's shortly.
Posted on 2016-12-02 at 17:20:08.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Casino's night just got interesting. Stay tuned for the other group's update...
Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:40 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)
Passing the device over the wound and then over Casino's hands, he releases his pressure on the solo's shoulder and stands to his full height while regarding the screen. "Would you look at that?" he proclaims. "It does show blood and gunpowder just as Mr. Story said it would."
"Maybe he's a forensics scientist," Murtaugh mumbles.
"Maybe. You a forensic scientist, Mr. Story?" Riggs looks back at the wounded man with raised eyebrows. "All the same; I'll just send these results to the lab. Third party and all that. No disrespect meant."
Punching a couple of buttons on the screen he then replaces the device in his pocket and drops into the chair next to Casino once again. Throwing his legs out in front of him, Officer Riggs crosses his legs at his booted ankles and clasps his hands behind his head, staring out at the gathered congregation of sick and wounded people filling the emergency room lobby.
"Busy night," he states blandly.
"Always is," Murtaugh replies without inflection.
"What's on?" Riggs asks.
"Just watching some football story," Murtaugh informs him.
"You're a big dude, Mr. Story," Riggs observes. "You ever play football?"
Casino Looks at the officer next to him, wondering at this suddenly relaxed state, and figures acting all chummie couldn't hurt his situation. "Started to in High School but I got hurt early in and mom yanked me from the sport. Never played anywhere near pro though."
"Huh," Riggs sounds genuinely surprised.
"Tough break," Murtaugh observes.
At the moment at a loss of anything else to try to do to get away from the two cops (short of force), Casino settles in to watch the TV, the cute nurses, and bide his time all the while trying to remain absolutely still to avoid jarring his painfully injured arm. Like two good guard dogs, the officers maintain a watch on him, but have apparently run out of things to discuss. A few minutes pass in this conditional silence before the room practically explodes with noise, chaos, and a flurry of activity.
It begins with gunfire. A lot of gunfire. The echoing thump, thump, thump of an automatic shotgun draws the beat. Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat of the automatic submachine guns crescendo followed immediately by thwunk, thwap, zing and other impact noises sounding from over Casino's left shoulder, back the way of the emergency room entrance.
"Sh*t!" Riggs growls, rolling out of his seat and drawing his weapon in a fluid, graceful motion. Dropping to his left knee, he quickly slides to Casino's left side and places his free hand on the large solo's leg. "Get down."
Murtaugh moves up and over the back of the chair with the agility of one much younger than he's professed to be. His handgun is also free of its holster as he takes up a rough position behind a marble-lined pillar three meters behind the row of seats they had been enjoying moments before.
Agony tears through Casino's ravaged arm as instinct kicks in, twisting and dropping to a deep crouch next to the cop, hands still cuffed in front of him. Flurrying would-be patients and staff block the solo's view but he manages to stay conscious despite the pain clawing at his shoulder and arm. Squinting through the mass of swirling colors and shuffling feet, the large man spots a heavily armored, black clad figure turning his military grade shotgun on a security agent and opening his chest with a single shot.
"Welcome to you nightmare!" a voice calls out over the cacophony of screams and weapons fire. "Everybody get the hell on the floor! We're in for a long night."
That's when it becomes apparent to Casino that there are approximately ten figures clad in black body armor and full face battle masks moving quickly about the room, making quick work of the ill-prepared sec-forces. These individuals are armed for bear and armored well enough to take on battalions, and they're moving his way fast.
Posted on 2016-12-02 at 17:19:36.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Not a problem.
That works.
Posted on 2016-12-02 at 16:52:07.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: I managed...
Posted.
Posted on 2016-12-02 at 16:51:29.
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Topic: Hunter the Vigil, A supernatural Game
Subject: The Owl, a Local Pub in Markham a Suburb in Toronto, Canada. Thursday, August 28th, 2016.
Stepping up to the frail form on the floor, Colum McRath drops to a crough and holds out a calloused hand, "Here."
"Thank you young fellow. I—I really appreciate that." Norman sighs and accepts the offered assistance, rising to his feet before he adds, "Let me get you a drink for your kindness."
"Sure," Colum casts another sidelong look up the stairs just to make sure trouble isn't following them and then pats the older fellow on the back. "Never turned down a Corona."
No way! Haze is pretty sure he can actually hear his heart thudding through his chest, now. He's pretty sure that, as loud as it is, other people can hear it, too. Nowaynowaynowaynoway! He bounds down the stairs and, at the bottom, nearly trips over Norman and the big biker-dude, in his hurry to escape the conversation on the rooftop.
"Sorry, dude," he hurriedly apologizes, having bounced off the leather clad man as he helped Ol' Norm to his feet, "my bad! Gotta bail!"
Frowning and protectively barring the young man's progress should it be directly through or over Norman, the long-haired nomad eyes the retreating skater with more than a little suspicion. Walking with Norman to the bar, the biker casually scans the room and registers the faces of all that he can for signs of their current dispositions while he checks his pockets for anything missing. Having grown up in L.A. he's very cautious of pickpockets, scammers, and thugs; he doesn't care what people think of him—being a biker his whole life he's heard it all, but if he can make out the difference in a person's demeanor from when they were just judging him versus his association with Norman, that might tell the hunter a great deal.
Bellying up to the bar, the long-haired scruffy man sets his partially consumed Corona Extra on the bar, catches the bartender's attention, and indicates another for himself and one for Norman.
"So, Norman, is it?" he begins casually. "What was that all about?"
"Hey Misty," Norman huffs as he settles in. When the bartender looks their way, the older man continues, "Make that a Whiskey, hard, for me."
Colum notices that Norman's eyes are wild as the older man turns his attention upon him. He looks like he's just happy someone wants to listen to him. the roaming hunter observes. Norman's voice lowers to a whisper, so that Colum finds himself leaning in to properly hear over the jukebox ruckus.
"What do you want to know?"
"What's this with the Man in White and why'd the group go all Hulk on you up there?" If Norman was going to be to the point, Colum doesn't see any problem returning the favor.
"I think he's the devil come here to take our souls. Giving us lies and temptation so that we give in to our vices." Aged eyes widen. "Otherwise righteous men damn themselves with drink, drugs, and women. I don't know what they wants with us—maybe to drag us to Hell—but they're here; trying to take us, trying to steal us from God."
He stops for a moment and looks at the dusty traveler warily, "You believe me right?"
Affecting a sympathetic look on his rugged face, McRath tilts his head to the side and replies in a low, deep rumble, "I don't not believe you. If you say you saw it, well, then you seen it.
"But, Norman," turning so that he can rest his elbows on the bartop, he draws the beer to his lips and takes a quick swig. "You said there was this Man in White and then you start referring to ‘They' like there's a group of them. There more than one, man?"
(OOC: Norman's answer.)
"I see." Resolving another swig, Colum studies a particularly fine-looking waitress bussing a table. "And why do you suppose the crowd up there wasn't exactly eager to discuss this fellow—this country gent walking around in a white suit?"
(OOC: Norman's answer.)
"Not very neighborly, if you ask me." Grinning, the biker glances at his conversation companion and jokes, "I thought all you Canadians were supposed to be fine apologetic people."
(OOC: Norman's response.)
Downing the remainder of his original beer, the biker turns just enough to set the bottle on the scarred wood surface of the bar and pick up the new bottle that Misty had dropped off. "Where've you seen this Man in White devil, Norman? I want to steer clear of trouble and if the Devil's in town I can assure you that I don't want to meet him."
(OOC: Norman's answer.)
"I appreciate it," hoisting the beer, the biker offers a salute before taking a swig. "Anything else you think I should know about? Just rolled into town and was thinking of sticking around for a bit, maybe pick up an odd job or two, ya know?"
(OOC: Norman's answer.)
"You've been a scholar and a gentleman, Norman," Colum sincerely offers. "You gonna be all right? Can I escort ya home, call you a cab, anything?"
(OOC: Norman's answer.)
Posted on 2016-12-02 at 16:50:41.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Colum's intentions
I'm not one of those players that demands a particular pace, so if it takes us a few pages of posts to get into the meat of the adventure, I'm fine. As a matter-of-fact, I barely know Colum as it is and would welcome more interaction between characters and fleshing out the meeting. Playing a little Clue won't hurt.
As for intent (if we're set on that course), Colum's initial intent is to treat the old man with kindness, respect, and like he's the most important fellow in the room. He'll buy him a drink, get him talking but keep the conversation low-key so as not to draw unwanted attention to them, and once he feels he's gleaned all of the information he can from him, bid the old fellow good night.
However, seeing that a young punk just knocked into him, Colum will be concerned with having just been pickpocketed. After all, he is from L.A. So, he'll quickly check his pockets and make sure everything is there before proceeding with the initial intent.
If the meeting is still going on once he's done speaking with Norman, Colum will return to the meeting and sit quietly in the back, seeing if there's anything else he can pick up on.
At any point, if he feels that he's emptied the pipe, he'll seek out lodging at the nearest motel and use his cell phone to research the news reports and social media while the motel T.V. is tuned into local news stations looking and listening for more info until he grows tired enough to sleep.
The next morning, he would look for a coffee shop or cafe to grab some breakfast. Then, depending on the leads he has, he'll start investigating.
I'll try to get a post up soon fleshing out the conversation with Norman a little more and leading into the rest of what I've just relayed.
Posted on 2016-12-01 at 18:49:38.
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Topic: impulse exams
Subject: Needless to say...
School and RL take precedence. So... DO YOUR HOMEWORK!
Posted on 2016-12-01 at 18:36:25.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I've returned.
I'll look to posting here shortly.
Thank you, everyone, for your recent posts. Impulse... you can post whenever you're ready.
Posted on 2016-12-01 at 18:35:30.
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