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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: "Simm" based
Basically "moderated freeform"...
Our GM plays the role of the Captain and drives the major plot points of the story... the rest of us jump right in (within reason, of course) and follow along, adding our own little speed-bumps, wrinkles, sidebars, etc. 
Posted on 2009-11-09 at 17:32:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Yep...
...it is entirely possible to go an entire career in Starfleet without getting your own command.
A shift on the bridge of the ship to which you're assigned, however, is not out of the question... in the absence of the CO, XO, or 2O, "acting command" of the ship falls to "ranking personnel" (with deference to those who have taken/passed the appropriate training, ofc).
Edit: And what Olan said!
Posted on 2009-11-09 at 16:26:05.
Edited on 2009-11-09 at 16:27:09 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: What I don't have...
...for some dumb reason is the rassafrassin' doc in which I had compiled all of the Discovery Season 1 (Storms of Gavin III) posts!  I know I used to have it somewhere... but where in the heck that might be, now, is beyond me...
Beyond that... Ummmm... well... I've got pretty much anything... whatcha need? 
Posted on 2009-11-09 at 16:05:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Deck plans
I've got a really nice set of Galaxy class deck plans done by Ed Whitefire. Lots of detail, nifty little notes, etc...
If anybody would like me to send the zipped set of rather large jpgs your way, just let me know. 
Posted on 2009-11-09 at 14:52:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Aye!
Right wi'in 'eadsmackin' distance! 
*nervous glance at the counselor*
Dinnae worry, lass. I'll be sure tae write a lett'r 'ome aboot et...
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 22:30:48.
Edited on 2009-11-06 at 22:33:09 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: record day
Subject: Well...
...in the nude usually...
Saying anything more may violate the PG-13 rating we're tryign to maintain.
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 18:04:51.
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Topic: record day
Subject: Hey!
I bathe!
Hmmm... that felt oddly like "Who's scruffy-lookin'?"
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 18:01:15.
Edited on 2009-11-06 at 18:03:37 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: record day
Subject: :)
It's a regular "Innflux"!
Sorry... couldn't resist...
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 17:41:25.
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Topic: Greetings
Subject: I thought...
...I recogonized you!
And yes... I said recogonized...
Helpful Hint: Don't facelick Meri... it freaks her out!
Additional Helpful Hint: If you've got any particular topics that you wanna open a general chitty-chat kind of thing on, feel free to start up a new topic in the Common Room and ask away... If you make it, they will post.
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 16:50:56.
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Topic: Greetings
Subject: Let no face go unlicked!!!
Well, okay, I'll withhold the facelicks for now... You're new here and we don't wanna unload too much on you all at once so I'll just tether myself and be content to say "Welcome to our little corner of Crazy"!
Can't add much more to what the others amongst our esteemed staff have already said, of course - they cover that kind of thing soooo very well. Glad that your initial visit led to you joining us, though... always nice to have fresh faces wandering the halls and such.
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 16:39:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Hiding crazy???
Whatever for?
Lunacy makes you pretty! 
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 16:35:14.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Yup...
...I was kind of waiting to see if Nimu was going to post a response but, since she's swamped and such, I s'pose I should get Alex in there,
Don't wanna anger the super-hot siren but, at the same time, ain't no way I'm gonna ignore my bed warmin' kitty cat!
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 14:18:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Fun?!? Who's go' th' blinikin' time fer fun?!?!
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery - Deck 12; Counselor’s Office - 1026
“You know, Jack,” Venn smiled lightheartedly, looking up at Mac from behind her desk as he stomped into her office, “I don't believe the door's done anything to you...today, at least. I'm glad you're here, I was starting become a little concerned.”
MacTavish offered the hint of a smirk that did little to stifle the rather indignant grunt which was his instinctual response. He folded his arms across his chest as the office door whispered shut behind him and Constantine made her way from the desk to the sofa…
Chroist, he scowled, his gaze following her across the room, knowing that she was expecting him to follow, Yer gonna make me sit, aren’t ye? Why’ve we always gotta go runnin’ off a’ th’ gob whene’er I come en ‘ere, Venn? Can yo no’ jus’ one time say ‘Jack; do thes’ er ‘Jack, do tha’ an’ let a bloke get on aboot ‘is fargin’ day?!
…Mac’s expression was as impassive as his stance as he watched the Counselor settle herself onto the pale-green poofery of the couch and, with a flick of her dark bangs, turned her eyes in his direction, again.
“You can put down the sword now, Jack,” Venn assured him, “It's just us. And you know you're not going to intimidate me into letting you out of this office till we have your head back on straight.”
One corner of his mouth twitched and he drew in a slow breath as he rolled his eyes in the direction of the closed door. That breath was released as an acquiescent yet grumbling sigh as the TAC officer unfolded his arms and found his way to the opposing couch. It didn’t take long for him to sit but, even after having done it for a year or better, he still hadn’t managed to make himself comfortable in doing so.
“How about we start of easy,” the affable Lt Constantine suggested, arching a brow as she watched him, “How are you?”
“I’m jus’ fargin’ grand, Counselor,” Jack replied trying to figure out exactly what to do with his hands as he resisted sinking into the cushions. He tried folding his hands in his lap, first, but that lasted about as long as it took to think it. “I’ve go’ a boat full o’ lollygags wi’ naught bett’r tae occupy their time than placin’ wagers on which o’ ‘em I’m liable tae smack inna ‘ead next…” Crossing his arms in front of his chest didn’t work, either. It just made him feel as if the sofa cushions were trying to suck him deeper into some sort of cradle… “Tha’ same boat’s lost more’n ‘alf o’ th’ officers an’ crew tha’ made ‘er wha’ she were in th’ past four years…” He grimaced, unfolding his arms and hauling himself towards the edge of the sofa “…me missus’s been gone since January,” he practically snarled, leaning forward now and resting his elbows on his knees, “an’ tae put a bloody feather en et all, Kel’s gone off an’ go’ his own command which means I’ll be expected tae go tippy-toein’ aboot who-bloody-e’er th’ new XO’s gonna be so I dinnae accidentally get meself court-martialed ere I c’n retire!”
He shook his head, then, his jaw clenching as his hands found a bit of respite by cradling his head as he let his gaze drop to the toes of his boots and feigned interest in the carpeted floor between them for a moment. “An’ this coach is bloody-well uncomfort’ble as a steff woolen kilt onna clean-shaven arse,” he growled, finally giving up on trying to get comfortable on the thing. He rocked to his feet and paced the length of the couch, his arms folded once more across his chest, “I’m jus’ bloody brilliant!”
“Well, it's no wonder you came through that door like that,” Venn said simply, “I imagine the pressure has been getting to you for some time now.”
“Et’s no’ pressure, Venn,” he rumbled back, “Et’s fargin’ sheepshyte, politics, an’ idiocy…”
Venn’s eyes, soft and concerned as they always were, still followed him as he wore a rut in the floor of her office. “You've been putting in some dangerously long hours, Jack,” she said softly, crossing her legs and leaning back in her seat…
He glanced at her sidelong as he turned and paced towards the other end of the settee. I put en th’ hours tha’ need tae be put en, he didn’t vocalize the retort, of course; she’d heard it from him before, et’s me blinkin’ job!
“When was the last time you had real, actual fun?”
Mac stopped pacing, looked at the Counselor curiously for a moment, and was about to answer that he’d just had a drink and a round of darts in Ten Forward not two days ago.
The corners of Venn’s mouth turned down and her hand came up to cut off his reply before he could get it from mind to mouth, however. “A pint doesn't qualify,” she warned.
The TAC officer’s somewhat perplexed gaze drifted away from her and focused on the ceiling for a moment as he contemplated her question and tried to come up with an answer… Wha’ sort o’ fun’re ye wantin’ tae know aboot, then? Th’ sparrin’ sessions wi’ Rrowl er Briggs? Tha’s aboot’s close tae fun as et gets since I’ve been asked tae leave the safety protocols active onna holodeck… I s’pose there’s me project inna cargo bay, he mused, but I dinnae know tha’s as much ‘fun’ as et es distractin’…
Mac had paced off another two laps in front of the couch before deciding that the last time he’d had any real, actual fun, had been when he had taken Chantelle to Caldos IV just prior to her resignation from Starfleet, helped her settle into their home there, and celebrated a ‘traditional MacTavish Christmas’… “December last, I reckon,” he answered curtly, his eyes finally returning to meet Venn’s gaze.
“Hmm...I see. That's quite some time....You know that it's integral to your inner balance to let that part of you out to play once in a while, right? Tell me,” she asked quietly, a knowing softness in her voice, “what would you do if time, location, and your responsibilities were not an issue?”
His scowl flipped into something closer to a smirk and he chuffed a bit as he threw his hands up in the air. “Ef time, location, an’ responsibility were no’ an issue? I dinnae know, Venn, per’aps I’d take up knittin’ tea-cozies er sommat,” he smirked sarcastically, “Mebbe convairt a bit o’ me Da’s manor inta a rabbit ranch, er per’aps finally play a round o’ golf a’ St Andrews, aye?
Fact o’ th’ matter es, Venn,” he said, “wha’ wi’ the Klingons a’ war wi’ themselves – Romulans sympathizin’ wi’ ‘em on one side an’ Gowron bandyin’ aboot like a fargin’ rooster onna other – an’ these fargin’ Borg bastards crawlin’ all o’er th’ galaxy like bloody cockroaches; time, location, an’ responsibility’re always gonna be an issue…”
((OOC: Okay… stopping there so this doesn’t get toooo much longer… Room for interjections and whatnot throughout, of course… Tag: Gigi! ))
Posted on 2009-11-05 at 19:29:33.
Edited on 2009-11-05 at 19:38:36 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: *hangs head in shame*
I've just been... negligent... 
No excuses... But many apologies.
Will make it up to you very soon!
Posted on 2009-11-05 at 17:43:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Also...
...for the record, DM didn't necessarily give a precise position for Ens LaRue, either.
From her boarding post timestamp and location (Main Shuttlebay) I've been under the assumption that the encounter between LaRue and Briggs has been tacking place on Deck 4... Didn't note in the post that LaRue boarded a lift or anything, so, Briggs and LaRue are likely somewhere close to the Main Shuttlebay.
If it helps either of you at all, play it as Briggs got notification of his new Security officer coming aboard and went to Deck 4 to "find her" and help get her pointed in the right direction.
Note: Ops (or any other dept, for that matter) can be contacted via your combadge and/or accessing the computer... No need to go to the actual office.
Posted on 2009-11-05 at 12:24:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: If I recall correctly...
...we have Discovery's "main" security office placed on deck 9.
(Okay... it wasn't 15 or 5... It's early...)
Posted on 2009-11-05 at 12:13:25.
Edited on 2009-11-05 at 12:15:52 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: My Creations
Subject: Good to see you back, Dar-dar!
Dark poetry and all.
I particularly like 'into the shadows'. Struck a chord soemwhere I think, as I read it three times before even commenting.
Stop by more often and share some more of this stuff with us, why don't ya?
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 20:52:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Off tae see th' Wizard!
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery - Turbolift – 1024
… ol’ Mac stomping around and growling at ‘em like a targ with bad case of hemorrhoids the whole time…
… first time he snapped and made more than two people push the deck at one time…
… I know you got some built up tension right now, but don’t let my ship get hurt because you miss kissing your little bonny lass…
… Gavison has been promoted to the rank of Captain, on the authority of Admiral Thomas Wellenburg…
Mac’s jaw clenched as he swallowed the last mouthful of coffee from his mug and, at the same time, the fingers wrapped around that mug compressed against its outer surface, threatening to crush the thing. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the featureless door that had just closed him into the relative solitude of the lift and, for a brief instant, he entertained the notion of pounding a fist into the thing. Releasing just that much of his pent up ire would do little to improve the situation, of course, but it might go a way towards distracting him from the headache that had begun thunking at the back of his eyeballs.
=^= Destination? =^= the computer prompted after a moment.
“Shaddap,” he growled in reply. His intent, of course, had been to return to the TAC office and continue on about his work day but, as the day progressed and events unfolded, Jack found himself divided as to where he really wanted to be. Sense of duty – which is what drove him most of the time – insisted that he follow his initial course and return to Deck 8; another part of him, despite the hour, felt the urge to stop by Ten Forward and have a pint; and yet another part longed to disappear into the small corner he had carved out of one of the cargo bays on Deck 38 where he had been working on a “personal project” for the past year or so.
The TAC officer’s jaw clenched again, drawing his lips into a tight, narrow line across his face, and he clamped his eyes shut for a second as he tugged his PADD from where it was clipped to his belt. Mac hated indecisiveness as a rule – he certainly didn’t tolerate it well when it reared up in those assigned to his department and it outright infuriated him when he felt it welling up in his own mind. He opened his eyes, let them fall to the display on the small, hand-held device, and, rather begrudgingly, cycled through the series of messages he had received from Lt Constantine over the past week…
=^= Jack,=^= began the most recent message from the Counselor, =^= I haven’t received a response from you on any of the previous reminders I’ve sent regarding your rescheduled and re-rescheduled appointments. I'm worried that you’re not doing right by yourself by avoiding these sessions…=^=
He stabbed a finger at the PADD and killed the display before finishing the message. It wasn’t often that he willingly went to see Venn in a professional capacity – more often than not any trips to Counseling had been made at the behest of Captain Blair and/or Chantelle. Today, though, Mac had started to realize that he was getting more than a little stressed than simple “cabin fever” could account for.
=^=Destination?=^= the computer asked again after having graced him with silence for a minute.
Jack sucked in a deep, albeit exasperated breath as he clipped the PADD back to his belt before scowling and giving his reply; “Deck Twelve.”
Deck 12 - Counselor’s Office – 1027
The door to Lt Constantine’s office slid away before him as quick as any other hatch on the Discovery but, from the looks of things, it hadn’t moved quite fast enough to evade MacTavish’s pace. The CTO certainly seemed to overrun the thing, turning his shoulders to slip through the opening before it had the chance to disappear into the bulkhead and, should anyone have been paying attention, they might have imagined that, had the door been a person, that Mac would’ve likely shoved that poor soul out of the way…
“A’right, Venn,” Mac blustered, not waiting for the hatch to close behind him nor bothering to take the seat that he knew the counselor was bound to offer, “I’m bloody well ‘ere! Shall we get this oota th’ way so I c’n fargin’ get back tae thinkin’ clearly, then?”
((OOC: Minor liberties taken with Venn’s “message”… will edit if necessary… and Gigi’s got her first customer. ))
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 18:41:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Phaser?!
I dinnae need a phaser, lass... I've go' a Rug!
Mester Rrowl! Scream an' leap ef ya would, laddy!
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 16:34:27.
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Topic: Olan's new baby (and other photos)
Subject: Spiffy!
Love the Jonah pics... love the Halloween shots...
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 15:24:26.
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Topic: I'm Collecting Birthdays!!
Subject: That's not to say...
...that we don't like fudge!
If you're making some, send a piece this way.
Edit: Hey! Four 2's in my post count! One more and I'm yellin' Yahtzee!!!
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 14:46:04.
Edited on 2009-11-04 at 14:46:53 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Type 6 Briefing...
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery - Deck 11; Holodeck 3 – 0955
Lt MacTavish scanned the expanse of the holodeck as he entered alongside Lt N’doog, nodding appreciatively at Mueller and his junior TAC officers’ punctuality when he noticed all of them assembled and ready; “G’marnin’, lads,” he rumbled, taking up a position flanking the hatch as his gaze ticked to the displays that Ensign Warwick had already brought up.
Lt Cmdr Kennedy, also, had been studying the images but, upon noticing Mac and Bob enter, had diverted her attention and approached. “Quite a shock about Kelsey isn’t it,” she asked, “Gotta love Starfleet and their last minute orders huh?”
“Aye,” Mac nodded, his steel-gray eyes regarding her for a moment before returning to Warwick’s presentation.
“No’ so much a s’prise th’ lad’s a’last been given’ ‘is own c’mmand, I s’pose,” he added after a sip from his mug, “But sure fargin’ inconvenient tha’ Fleet’s seen fit tae do et when we be but two days er less from shippin’ oot.” He offered what might have been a shrug, then, and returned his attentions to Warwick’s presentation, taking particular note of the tactical data that the engineer had interspersed throughout the thing. For the remainder of the briefing, MacTavish remained still and silent, his hawkish gaze tracing a slow, regular circuit from Warwick’s displays, to his “damn-well-better-be-payin’-rapt-fargin’-attention” TAC officers, and back.
“…One more demonstration with the 16 yield torpedo,” Warwick intoned, bringing his part of the briefing to a close, as Romulan Warbird materialized on the view screen. “That war bird is within 10,000 kilometers of us and I am using a 16 yield warhead.” The torpedo launched making impact with the Warbird and the holoprogram came to an explosive end leaving the observers in a plain holodeck. “These warheads are fantastic weapons at long range, the longer the better.”
MacTavish offered a curt, though appreciative nod, to the new Ensign, and a cautionary glance to his TAC officers as N’doog stepped forward to add his expert input as to the guidance control computers mounted in the new ordnance, but said nothing. Instead, he indulged in another sip of his coffee, let his eyes return to the center of the holodeck and paid very close attention to what the Catullan said…
“Couldn’t agree more with the longer part, dude.
Sorry I don’t have and visual wham bams to dam and blam your cortex people,” Bob continued, taking Warwick’s place at the head of the briefing. “The inner minds on these are your basic cunning S&D, with turbo boosted through their jim-jams on the S’s. They are hot stuff as the Ensign here has shown with more detail than my lunch could handle. But as with all the F-E-D brings to the table, they are lost when the wool is pulled, unless you wanted to try a tachyon feelie but we all know what happens when you do that, so I won’t waste your time dudes and dudettes…
Any co-mos?”
Mac’s eyes ticked briefly to his assembled officers, then to Kennedy and Warwick before returning to Lt N’doog. “Tha’ll do, Lieutenant,” he nodded to Bob, “Thank ye.”
He finally broke his position near the holodeck’s hatch and took a few steps in the direction of Mueller, Rrowl, and the others from his group in attendance.
“Keep en mind, gen’lemen,” he said matter-of-factly, “tha’ any settin’ higher than level ten on these bairds es a violation o’ strategic arms limitation treaties. I expect ye tae remember tha’ en both real wairld an’ tactical simulations, aye?
An’,” he added, turning on his heel to make his exit, “ef any o’ ye ‘ave questions as tae wha’ Lt N’doog said, see me en me office.”
“Commander,” he nodded his thanks to Callie as he passed her on his way out, then glanced at Ensign Skippy… “Tha’s good wairk, Warwick,” he said without breaking his stride, “Welcome abaird, lad.”
((OOC: Okay… there ye be… “soft toss” to any TAC personnel who may want to interject and Mac’s off to talk himself into answer the rather insistent message he keeps getting from Counseling. ))
Posted on 2009-11-03 at 23:14:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: LOL
No worries, Boss... I'm draggin' my wagon trying to get a Mac post or two finished (one to cover Warwick and Bob-dude's wicked-cool briefing and another to get him to his long-overdue, often-ignored, appointment with the 'eadshrinker ).
Briefing's about done... and Glory, of course, has got me thinking about the counselor appointment.
Posted on 2009-11-03 at 22:56:31.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Yup...
Nick and Mac oughta get along just fine, I think.
Posted on 2009-11-02 at 19:52:16.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #28: Dear Diary...
Subject: Will vote from home...
...reddit is not liked by the web filters here at work, apparently.
Mebbe I'll just have to leave for work later on Mondays and Thursdays...
Posted on 2009-11-02 at 18:37:31.
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