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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I'm a trained assuagenizer... LOL
And what is this work thing, anyway?!?!?!
Who authorized such frivolous activities on today of all days?!?!? Don't you know it's election day and you should be fretting over the outcome to such an extent that focusing on work becomes impossible and the only thing you can do to ease your poor tortured mind is to write a Trek post?!?!?! I thought everyone knew that! Geez-o-lou! What's wrong with this country?!?!
PRIORITIES, people!!!!
((Whew! I'm winded... typed that all in one breath...))
Posted on 2016-11-08 at 10:53:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Okay...
...maybe not exactly palpitations but it was a good post. 
Posted on 2016-11-07 at 12:16:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And nicely so!
I totally had palpitations and everything!!!
Posted on 2016-11-07 at 12:09:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: WooHoo!!! Captain's post!!!
Looking forward to it!
In the meantime... TAG, Brom!!!
Posted on 2016-11-07 at 11:53:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Answers are given
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 12:57
The narrowing of Asovil's eyes and the foreward tilt of her antennae is an almost palpable sensation to Tochi. Those subtle changes to her expression seem to bear an incredible weight which is determined to settle in his chest, stilling his heart and daring his lungs to expand. The pressure increases as she leans back in her seat and, tapping the tapletop with one finely manicured white fingernail, the intense sapphire shards of her gaze stab into him as she considers what the Trill has just revealed. To him, it seems like an eternity of being clenched in that vise though the Andorian woman's deliberations last only a moment.
Pursing her full-lips, she draws a slow breath and offers a determined nod.
"I see," she finally acknowledges. "So, I am to understand that you've engaged in a number of relationships in order to earn such an interest from the crew?"
Tochi offers a slow but assured shake of his head as the space between heartbeats ends with a forceful thud and his lungs are reminded to breathe. "Not even one," he smiles, his hazel eyes lit by the sincerity of his words, "Not in the way that rumors would have it, at any rate.
We do have relationships with certain members of the crew that go beyond simple professional association, of course, but all of them are platonic," he shrugs faintly, "Vaela, Ensign P'Tammah is a dear friend, for example, and has been linked to me in rumor on more than one occasion. We'll admit, too, that, outside of Lt Cmdr Thorson, who, unfortunately has left the Peregrine, and, perhaps, the Captain, we are closer to her than anyone else aboard. To us, though, Vaela is more like a niece, or even a granddaughter."
Leaning back in his chair, the XO chuckles and, with a thumb and forefinger, rubs thoughtfully at a spot of stubble just beneath his lower lip. "Perhaps it is our lack of a love life that makes them so eager to fabricate one," he offers with a wry grin.
Having noticed Suder hoisting a tray, Tochi's gaze skips away from Asovil for an instant to glance at the approaching Betazoid. As his eyes return to meet the CSO's, again, he sighs and offers an apologetic smile. "I am sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, Asovil," he says, "If it's any consolation, at all, I've rather embarrassed myself, as well."
"All right, Lieutenants," Tam interrupts, coming to a stop next to their table and beginning to offload their lunch orders, "Two small oudin - one with fea arel one with honar - and two steaming cups of katheka. Anything else I can get for you?"
"Unless the lady cares for anything else, Tam," Tochi offers with a tight grin and the raising of an eyebrow, "I think just some privacy. Thank you."
((OOC: Unless Asovil needs anything else,))
"Yessir," Tam nods, grinning in return but looking sufficiently cowed by Lt Zai's response, "I'll leave you to it, then." The Betazoid tucks the tray under an arm, turns, and strolls away without looking back.
Grateful for something to do with his hands, Tochi reaches for the cup of katheka as his attentions return to the blue-skinned beauty across the table. He indulges in a sip of the Andorian coffee and, once more, offers the woman a smile. "Again, Lieutenant, if I've made you uncomfortable, I do apologize, and I'll certainly understand if you prefer to limit our association to a strictly professional one." The Trill leans forward then and, resting his elbows on the table, fixes his lunch companion with a soft but serious look. "That having been said," he continues, his voice lowered a measure, "I truly would enjoy getting to know you better, and call you a friend, at least. Scuttlebutt be damned, hmmm?"
Posted on 2016-11-07 at 11:52:00.
Edited on 2016-11-08 at 12:48:19 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Huzzah!!!
And the timing couldn't have been better! Just got off the phone for our v1.3 kickoff meeting and am finding myself with a surprising lack of anything to do, at the moment.
I should have a response in short order.
Posted on 2016-11-07 at 09:59:44.
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Topic: Boo Boo away for a short time
Subject: Be safe out among the normals...
...and hurry back!
Posted on 2016-11-06 at 07:59:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: revealing the rumor-mill
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge; "The Aerie" - 1255
"What bet?" Asovil's brow furrows in consternation. "What do you mean?"
Damn the lack of sleep, Tochi grimaces inwardly, How do we even begin to explain this?
Despite the inner angst, the Trill manages to outwardly affect a soothing aspect, even as he sighs and allows his green-gold eyes to dip, briefly, to where his thumbs are nervously fidgeting over his interlaced fingers. Willing the thumb-twiddling into submission, his gaze lifts to meet the intense sapphire of Asovil's. Offering a faint shrug that cants his head just slightly to the right, Tochi smiles and spreads his hands in uncertainty. "We doubt there is an actual wager," he smirks, prefacing his explanation, "though we can't say that we'd be surprised to find out otherwise.
As you're likely aware, Asovil, every ship and every crew has its share of scuttlebutt and speculation, yes?"
((OOC: Assuming some kind of nod or other affirmative response. If otherwise, let me know.))
"Well, the Peregrine is no different where that's concerned, Heh, Given that we're a small crew as the typically hum-drum nature of our usual patrol assignments, it may even be even worse. Too much time on peoples' hands and not enough to occupy their minds, we suppose," he chuckles, unable to keep all of his building embarrassment from coloring the sound of it.
"Anyway, for whatever reason, one of the more common topics in Peregrine's rumor mill seems to be my, uh, how shall we say it," his gaze diverts from hers, again, dropping to regard his own hands for a split second as his typically roguish smile melts into something more abashed, "my personal life.
It would seem," Tochi continues in the wake of a deeply drawn breath, his eyes lifting to once again frame the Andorian woman's face and his smile finding a middle ground between impish and uneasy, "that you may have been injected into that particular vein of gossip."
Posted on 2016-11-04 at 13:40:28.
Edited on 2016-11-04 at 16:46:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Dangit, Tam!
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42138.5)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge; "The Aerie" - 1254
"Don't you dare," the Andorian beauty leans forward and with a wide-eyed expression smiles a little to soften the intensity of her words. "I am not sharing this information with you so that you can fix anything, Tochi. This department is mine, for better or worse, I am married to it and I'll not be known as the one member of the senior officers who went whining to the XO on her second day of assignment.
"I shall straighten the department out, and those whom I've been assigned shall be right as the soft upwards rain on the Hiletklef Fields."
Grinning around mock surprise, Tochi raises his hands in surrender. "Alright," he chuckles, "we'll keep our nose out of it, then."
Pausing with the arrival of the Bajoran Ops crewman, Asovil sets her royal blue gaze upon him. "Hello, you two," Suder smiles and extends his greetings. "What can I get for you?"
"Two katheka at a neat seventy-one point one degrees celsius, please," she takes the lead. "And I'll have a small oudin with a side of fea arel."
Turning a smiling face to her lunch companion, she sinks back against the chair and holds out a hand, palm upward, to indicate it's his turn to order.
"We'll have the same, Tam," Tochi nods after a moment's contemplation, "with honar as opposed to fea arel, please."
"Very well, Lieutenants," Crewman Suder grins, flicking Tochi a shrewd wink as he backs away from the table, "I'll have that right out for you."
"Thank you, Crewman," Zai replies, his eyebrows lifting evocatively as he emphasizes Tam's rank.
The Betazoid flashes a grin,your spots are purple, Lieutenant, and then turns to go tend to the pair's orders.
Shaking his head, Tochi's attentions turn back to the woman across the table. "We get the feeling that, somewhere, someone has just won a bet," he snickers. Then, as he realizes that he's just spoken that thought aloud, offers a faintly mortified smile as the warmth in his cheeks bolsters the fact that his spots likely had, in fact, gone a bit purple. "Aaaaanyway," He chuckles, again, absently running the fingers of one hand through his hair before that hand comes to rest at the back of his neck (at precisely the spot his abashed glare might be burning a hole in Suder's).
His eyes find his way back to hers after a second, though, and fighting to restrain his blush, the Trill offers a smile. "As we were saying," he says as his hand falls away from his neck and clasps with the other on the tabletop before him, "We have no doubt that you'll manage to have your department answering to higher standards in no time. If there is anything I can do to assist, though, don't hesitate to ask, hmm?
That is, of course, unless doing so would quantify as ‘whining to the XO'," he adds with a wink.
Posted on 2016-11-03 at 10:01:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well now...
... isn't that an interesting revelation?
Nicely done, Haemis!
Posted on 2016-11-02 at 20:23:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Come on, now...
...Tochi's much more adorable than a kangaroo!
How about "Night of the Soul Sucking Sugar-Gliders?"
Posted on 2016-11-02 at 19:17:41.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Yep... hit a speedbump...
...but I'm close to having a post for Alex wrapped up. Hoping to have it ready later this afternoon.
Posted on 2016-11-02 at 11:40:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Even more lunch... and we haven't even ordered, yet.
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 12:50
A sigh whispers past Tochi's lips but fails to erase the smile there. "A bit more hectic than we had expected it to be," Tochi admits, folding his hands together on the table between them as his eyes fixed to hers. "After the reception, last night, we had some concerns, shall we say, about Ambassador Threel," he begins by way of explanation, "and, so, I woke early in order to relay those concerns to the Coronado. We had planned on a couple of more hours of sleep, following that, but, as it happens, we are to serve as Chief Crane's advocate at the Captain's Mast, this afternoon. As such, we've spent much of the morning conferring with Mister Crane, and, otherwise, preparing for the Mast."
"Funny how such a simple thing can consume so much time," the Trill's grin quirks toward irony for a moment and, as his fingers unlace and he leans back in his seat, he shrugs faintly. "Our morning has been tedious and mind-numbing," he chuckles, "and we still have a shift in the Big Chair to look forward to." He pauses for an instant, his gaze dancing over her face, then smiles warmly and says; "I imagine that this time with you, Lt Sh'iraolnas, will be the bright spot in an otherwise dreary day."
"How about you," he asks, then, leaning back in to rest his elbows on the table and clasp his hands together beneath his chin, "nothing as frenetic as yesterday, I hope?"
"I am sorry for your trouble, Tochi, but do not be so quick to judge," Asovil remarks while raising her thin white brows and tilting her head to the left ever so slightly. "I contributed to your lack of sleep, I'm afraid. After all, Chief Crane's situation—though of her own making—was brought to Captain Drake's attention by none other than myself."
Tochi dismisses her apology with a magnanimous shrug and a smile, a gesture that seems to say ‘it is what it is.' In reporting CPO Crane, Asovil had only been doing her job and, he couldn't fault her for that in any fashion, Besides, he muses, careful not to let the thought pass his lips, if you had anything at all to do with my lack of sleep, it wasn't due to that.
"As for my morning, well, I have yet to slide onto a starship on my belly, so I do have that going for me," she continues, calling a sheepish expression to his features, "I am, however, somewhat dismayed." Leaning forward, she gently brushes some dust from the tabletop. "How in the world did Lieutenant Tesenblen ever accomplish anything with a department filled with disorder and incompetence?"
The query prompts a shift in the XO's expression from sheepish to perplexed. Peregrine's Science Department had yet to play any great role in the ship's missions, to date, and, granted, some of those assigned there were, perhaps, odd, but Zai had never thought any of them to be disorderly or incompetent. Beginning to lean back in his chair, again, Tochi opens his mouth to say something but, as the Andorian woman looks intently into his eyes and holds up a slender hand, pre-empting any interjection for the moment.
"PO Rogers—the chemist—is currently a resident of Sickbay for an unspecified duration having somehow, and for some unknown reason, combined three deadly-enough chemicals of their own accord to create a rather murderous cloud. For what purpose, I have no concept, yet. But now, not only is he quite severely injured, but I'm down another crew member leaving my department short two individuals."
Shaking her head in a slow, deliberate fashion, the young officer leans back until the rest catches her. Chewing on the inside of her bottom lip, she looks off to Tochi's right, just past his shoulder and glumly says, "Not exactly the best impression for a new CSO. Were I not accustomed to constantly fighting an uphill battle, I might be feeling lower than a snake's jelly."
"I'm not complaining," she returns her attention to her lunch date and adopts a resigned expression accented by a slight smile. "I'm sure that without all of these events taking place, I'd be bored out of my mind and relegated to an afterthought as the head of a non-essential department aboard an escort vessel.
Concern mingles with the puzzlement that surely must have etched itself into his visage as the CSO expanded on her lamentations as to the state in which she had found her department. Tesenblen's illegal procurement of restricted specimens, Crane's misguided but still blatant circumvention of protocol, and, now, Petty Officer Rogers (whom Tochi, quite honestly, had always found to be more than a little offputting) not only severely injured himself but, from the sounds of it, could have potentially put the mission and the ship itself a very serious risk. All of this had transpired right underneath his nose, on his watch, and he had been oblivious to it.
She has every reason to complain, Tochi decides, his steepled fingers pressed to his lips as he studies the lovely Andorian scientist and contemplates all of what she's just said, and not just to us, to Starfleet Command, itself, if she sees fit. Taken individually or as a whole, as she tells it, it points to disorder and incompetence within the department and, worse, shipwide all the way up to Command.
Did we become that apathetic on that snooze of a patrol tour?
"What shall we have for lunch? Hmm?"
"Lunch?" The Trill blinks at the question, realizing that he's become distracted by his ponderings. His hand falls away from where it had been thoughtfully rubbing at his whisker-stubbled chin and, as his gaze focuses on Asovil again, the faint scowl that had worked its way onto his lips morphed into a somewhat contrite smile. His mind hadn't truly been concerned with what they would eat even when he'd sent her the invitation and, now, food certainly wasn't at the forefront of his thoughts. "Right," he blinks again, chuckling softly as his smile warms a bit more, "lunch. We had almost forgotten. I, for one, could use a good cup of katheka, to start."
Tochi's gaze drifts away from the Andorian woman long enough to catch the attention of Crewman Suder and politely wave him over. Suder nods in reply and, as he starts to make his way over, the Trill's attentions return fully to Asovil. "We are truly sorry," he offers sincerely, "for both the turmoil in which you found your department and for our failure in having not seen and addressed it beforehand. Moreso, we're sorry that you feel as if you, or your department, are at all non-essential.
You have my word, Asovil," he smiles as the Betazoid Ops crewman draws up at a respectful distance from the table, "I'll do all I can to correct every one of those issues for you."
Posted on 2016-11-02 at 09:59:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Or something to that effect...
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 12:50
"Good afternoon, Asovil," he smiles, his fingers regretfully abandoning the contact as he skirts the table and takes the seat opposite her, "My apologies, again, for being late. We've not kept you waiting long, I hope."
"That would depend on which dimension we're theorizing within," the scientist responds coyly as she returns his smile. "In this one, no. Not long at all.
"How has your morning been?"
A sigh whispers past his lips but fails to erase the smile, there. "A bit more hectic than we had expected it to be," Tochi admits, folding his hands together on the table between them as his eyes fixed to hers. "After the reception, last night, we had some concerns, shall we say, about Ambassador Threel," he begins by way of explanation, "and, so, I woke early in order to relay those concerns to the Coronado. We had planned on a couple of more hours of sleep, following that, but, as it happens, we are to serve as Chief Crane's advocate at the Captain's Mast, this afternoon. As such, we've spent much of the morning conferring with Mister Crane, and, otherwise, preparing for the Mast."
"Funny how such a simple thing can consume so much time," the Trill's grin quirks toward irony for a moment and, as his fingers unlace and he leans back in his seat, he shrugs faintly. "Our morning has been tedious and mind-numbing," he chuckles, "and we still have a shift in the Big Chair to look forward to." He pauses for an instant, his gaze dancing over her face, then smiles warmly and says; "I imagine that this time with you, Lt Sh'iraolnas, will be the bright spot in an otherwise dreary day."
"How about you," he asks, then, leaning back in to rest his elbows on the table and clasp his hands together beneath his chin, "nothing as frenetic as yesterday, I hope?"
((Tag oncemoegin! ))
Posted on 2016-11-01 at 14:03:45.
Edited on 2016-11-01 at 14:04:53 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Right?
I mean, I guess it makes sense, in a way... just not something I'd really considered overmuch until I read the article.
Anyhoo... bounding off to pen a response.
Posted on 2016-11-01 at 10:47:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: You learn something new, every day!!!
So, after mangling my brain putting together slides for a meeting I have, this afternoon, I took a few minutes and cruised the interwebz to chase away all the mind-numbing "work-related" business, right? Well, as I often do, I ended up at Memory-Alpha, browsing random articles, and, ended up jumping over to Memory-Beta... realizing that I'd not read a whole lot of articles, there, I decided to see what "additional information" they might have on Trills, that the "canon-based" Memory Alpha might have omitted...
Well, guess what?
Trills are apparently marsupials!!!
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"Trill were marsupials, and as such, had abdominal pouches with which to provide incubation for their newborns. Both males and females had pouches, and both sexes were capable of incubation. The pouch was also used as a conduit for medications to quickly enter the body, as well as the joining point between host and Trill symbiont.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the bipedal Trill humanoid was covered in sleek fur and had a steeply ridged brow. It was at this stage of their evolution that the first joining occurred.
Mind totally blown!!!  
Posted on 2016-11-01 at 09:35:52.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: One Haze post for your perusal...
It's not great but I'm finding my way into his twisted little melon.
Posted on 2016-10-31 at 12:00:07.
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Topic: Hunter the Vigil, A supernatural Game
Subject: I just came for the food, dude, but now I'm, like freaked!!!
Places like the Owl weren't really his scene. He wasn't old enough to drink, after all, and, even if he had been, he wasn't sure that he would. He'd snuck a beer from his dad, once, a couple of years ago, and tried to drink it behind the shed but, after the first two tentative sips, decided that it was bitter and gross and dumped it into the grass. Nah, these days, the only time the kid folks called Haze found himself anywhere near a bar was when he needed cash, a drunk staggering out of a pub was an easy boost of a few bucks. Haze didn't need cash, tonight, though; he'd lifted a pretty fat wallet from some old dude getting off the Hanlan's Point Ferry, this morning, and was pretty well set. There was a flyer in that old dude's wallet, folded up and tucked in with a stack of loonies, that had pointed him here. Some preacher-dude was throwing a town hall thing at the Owl in Markham and there was going to be free food. Cash in pocket or not, free grindage was free grindage, and the cash would last longer if he didn't have to pay for a meal or two.
It had taken a couple of hours to skate to Markham but it wasn't like he had anything better to do with the day. Besides, the scenery was pretty tasty and he'd peeped out a couple of choice places to crash for the night if he didn't feel like skating back to the city, tonight. Once he was in Markham, it had taken another short span of time to find The Owl, he wasn't exactly sure how much more time, though, because he'd broken into what was left of his stash and burnt one off, so he wasn't really paying time much attention. He totally had a mondo case of the munchies by the time he spied the Owl's sign, though, and that free food was sounding super-awesome. A couple of enthusiastic kicks and a cruise brought him to the sidewalk in front of the place where he kicked the board up into his hand and strolled through the door.
Pausing just inside, the kid's green eyes flit around the place from behind a spill of mousey brown hair that had escaped the tuque on his head. He thumbs the hair out of his face and nervously adjusts one strap on his backpack as the eyes of several patrons turn his way, some out of curiosity and others with scarcely veiled suspicion,
"Hey, there, sweety," a kind of pretty, dark-haired lady says, her tone tinged with mild concern, as she comes out from behind the bar, "You looking for somebody?"
Haze offers a crooked grin and shoves a hand into one pocket of the Army Surplus field jacket he wore and came back out with the crumpled flyer announcing Pastor Jeremy's town hall gathering. "Not really," Haze answers almost timidly, holding the flyer out to the lady, "I was kinda hopin' to score some free grub. Been a minute since I ate." He shifts uncomfortably, again, as she takes the flyer from him and looks it over. "It ain't one of those adults only things, is it," he asks quietly, "I mean, I ain't tryin' to scam booze or nothin', I was just hopin' to nosh a burger or somethin' an,"
There was something almost sad about the lady's smile when her eyes let go of the flyer and found their way back to the skinny kid's face. "No, sweety," she says with a shake of her head as she gestures to the staircase, "you go right on up."
"Gnarly! Thanks, lady," Haze grins brightly taking a step towards the stairs before pausing and nodding at the flyer the barmaid still held in her hand, "Um.. Can I get that back? I might be able to use it for somethin' later."
"Sure," she blinks through her still sad smile and offers the flyer back.
Nodding his thanks, Haze shoves the flyer back into his pocket and then makes his way up to the rooftop. There is a pretty decent crowd on the terrace, most of them probably close to twice his age or better, and most of them looking like they were probably locals,
Except for that biker-dude, the kid thinks, trying to keep as quiet and unobtrusive as possible as he slinks toward where the food is laid out, he don't look like he's from anywhere near the burbs.
, "Feel free to eat and drink as much as you'd like. It's on the church's tab." The old Asian dude that was trying to talk over the crowd was probably the preacher that the flyer mentioned.
Hells yeah, Haze grins, already piling a plate full, Dude, I am so gonna crush some chow. Don't you worry! Having loaded the plate with more than it was probably intended to hold, the kid finds his way to a spot on the fringes of the crowd and hungrily digs in, hardly hearing another word of what Pastor Jeremy says, or what anybody else says, for that matter, until,
"What about the stranger in white?"
Dude! Whaaaa'? The kid looks up, then, a couple of French fries poking out from between his lips and a somewhat nervous expression on his face.
There are some decidedly skeptical looks on most of the faces he sees, and few groans and rude remarks rise from the crowd in response to the question. As he absently chews the fries the rest of the way into his mouth, Haze's eyes fix on the old dude in the Blue Jays cap as he gets all determined looking and shouts out over the heckling; "I saw him! He has horns and he's stealing their souls! I swear it!"
Awww, man! The hairs on the back of his neck rose and his shoulders tightened against the sudden sensation that he was being watched, and followed, again. He swallows too hard and the fries go down his throat in a lump that causes him to thump at his chest in an attempt to coax it into his stomach before he chokes on it, No way, no way, dude,
The crowd's volume swells along with Haze's anxiety as a number of them get to their feet and the old dude disappears from his view in the crush. His heart thudding in his chest as cries of "stop wasting our time, you old nut," and the like fill the air, the kid urgently wraps up some of the food left on his plate in some napkins and stuffs it in his pockets before bailing for the stairs. He finds himself getting jostled around, though, as a few folks shove past him, dragging the hysterical old dude in the same direction, and he recoils more than a little nervously, tucking himself into a corner until the mob has finished manhandling the guy down the steps.
"I feel bad for him," he hears someone say, his apprehensive gaze drawn to a blonde girl with a cross around her neck, "He's a nut. But he's a sweet old nut."
"Yeah... Well, I did see the man at the school one day," Her friend says in reply, "Then 4 days later the valedictorian went.. yeah."
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!"
By the time he reached the sidewalk in front of the Owl, again, though, his panic had caught up to him like he was sure that black thing that killed his folks was going to. He's knees went all jelly and his stomach lurched, bringing up all the food he'd just powered down into the street. He still wanted to run, of course, but his head was spinning and he couldn't catch his breath without gagging on it, so he allows himself to sink down on the curb as he shrugs out of his backpack. Gasping for breath, he tears the thing open, pulls a length of rebar from its interior, and hugs it to his chest like a security blanket before he hangs his head between his knees and tries to gather his cool.
Posted on 2016-10-31 at 11:58:41.
Edited on 2016-10-31 at 12:00:46 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Brom is a heckuva task-master! LOL
Just a quick post from me, continuing the lunch date. Have more planned from around the ship... (Megan's reaction to having met Asovil, springs to mind)... but should really do something for my other games, first. I'm kinda behind a little. 
Posted on 2016-10-31 at 10:20:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: An Andorian and a Trill walk into a bar...
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Holosuite 2 - 12:46
His fingers played gently over the last notes of the ancient song, and, as those notes faded away on the air in the non-existent venue, he let his eyes drift open and his trepidation fade with those waning chords. As the invisible crowd pattered the air with its applause, Tochi drew in a long, deep breath that, combined with the emotion of the song he'd just played, stilled and centered his spirit, and he smiled into the candle-lit air as the applause faded like the end of a rainfall on the pavement,
=/=Tochi?=/= he heard his name called from the fringes of the penumbra, and the soothed smile that played on his lips brightened and warmed when he recognized the voice that called it as Asovil's.
"Hello, Lieutenant," he sighs softly in response to her hail, "are we late for lunch?"
=/=Marginally,=/= she replies, =/=No charm, no growl. I'll simply seat myself and await your arrival.=/=
The grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth in response to her twisting of ‘no harm, no foul' would certainly have been interpreted as a mix of amusement and almost boyish infatuation had there been anyone else there to see it. "Apologies, Asovil," he offers from behind that grin, rising from the bench and striding toward the exit, "we've had a busy morning and have lost track of time, apparently. I'll be with you shortly."
((OOC: Any response, jingling of bells, perhaps? ))
Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 1249
The Aerie is relatively empty when the doors whisk open to admit Lt Zai, with only a handful of crew members scattered about the place. Even if the lounge had been at capacity, though, Tochi's eyes would still have, unerringly, found their way to the beautiful Andorian gazing out at the stars from where she sat by the window. For an instant, he finds himself wanting to do nothing more than simply look at her; his footsteps and even, it seems, the beating of his heart are forestalled in that moment. There is an ethereal, almost dreamy, quality to the way the passing stars are reflected in the midnight-hue of her eyes and in the way the room's lighting plays on the silver-white of her hair and pale blue of her skin. He can't help but savor this poetically perfect vision of Asovil Sh'iraolnas and, when his heart and feet find their momentum, again, he has committed it to memory. He is content, too, to continue silently basking in the sight of her as he approaches.
The Trill rests one cool hand briefly on her shoulder as he reaches the table. "Good afternoon, Asovil," he smiles, his fingers regretfully abandoning the contact as he skirts the table and takes the seat opposite her, "My apologies, again, for being late. We've not kept you waiting long, I hope."
((Tag, Brom.))
Posted on 2016-10-31 at 10:18:24.
Edited on 2016-11-01 at 07:48:09 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: On my way, dudes!
Got a post started for Haze this weekend but didn't have a chance to finish as Halloween festivities monopolized my time. Will get that finished up and posted today.
Posted on 2016-10-31 at 08:39:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Same, here!
Went through 8 gallons of cider and 20 quarts of chili in the two hours of Beggar's Night, so, apparently it was another raging success! The, of course, it was off to more adult Halloween activities. (Pirates gotta trick or treat, too, y'know?)
Spent yesterday tearing down the Witchworks and recuperating. First cup of coffee is poured and I'm readying for the day... should have a post or two in a bit.
Posted on 2016-10-31 at 06:59:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LMAO
That.Was.Awesome!
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 13:41:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well...
...it's a busy weekend around my place. Gearing up for our yearly Halloween bash, etc. Could be that others are similarly busy.
I'm with you, though... definitely anxious to see what happens next. Did we help Lauren or win her an express trip to the nearest airlock?... "And take the Trill with you!!!"
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 12:47:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: You Innmates, get up...
...come on, get down with the sickness!!!
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 06:31:11.
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