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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: ===========+*
Poof! Congratulations you are now the money tree! Enjoy harvest time. 
I wish that I was independantly wealthy instead of so darn good lookin'! 
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 14:09:15.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: That'd be me...
...laugh if you will but I am serious. The first thing I notice about anyone is their eyes, actually, regardless of their gender. Probably has something to do with that whole "windows to the soul" thing.
Now, that said, if I'm just "girl-watching" (i.e. there's no intent for any sort of interaction that "just looking") or whatever, I'll admit to being an ass-man. 
Okay and what was the other question? My most attractive feature? Hmmm... I dunno... it's kind of a package deal, anyway.
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 14:00:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: At least we get field trips in this day care... ;)
MacTavish rolled his eyes as Tuvar tried, tactfully, to explain the orders she had been given and the reasoning behind them.
Anythin’ tha’ seems oota place. Jus’ like th’ fagin’ Academy, Jack fumed, recalling the first time Ian’s association with extremists had put him under scrutiny of the higher-ups, Follow MacTavish ever’where he goes an’ be damn sure he’s no’ aidin’ an’ abettin’ his idiot o’ a brother. Ach! An’ dinnae bloody fergit ta put some guards on ‘is fargin’ door jus’ onna chance ‘e might sleepwalk an’ boost a shootle! Er, Gads ferbid, th’ radical noot-jobs come doon ‘ere an’ run off wi’ our cadet!
“C’mon, Tuvar,” he grumbled, pushing off of the desk, “Guards on me fargin’ door? Wha’ th’ bloody hell’m I gonna do whilst I’m sleepin’?” He shook his head slowly and strode back across the room, draining the remainder of his coffee as he went. “I s’pose tha’ all me communications’re bein’ monitored’s well, aye?
Y’know wha’,” the CTO continued before Tuvar could respond, “don’ answer tha’, lass. I dinnae even care ta know.” He returned the now empty coffee mug to the replicator port and found himself taking another deep breath as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned one shoulder against the wall; “I reckon if t’were anyone else onnis boat, I’d be takin’ th’ same measures.” Aye, an’ if th’ lit’le goat-shagger does show ‘is face inna Aldor system, ye know they’ll be glad they did…
“Hey, Mac,” Tuvar said, breaking the silence that had suddenly fallen over the room, “Would you be interested in some holodeck time? You are off duty for the rest of the day and it does take two senior officers to disable the security protocols on these galaxy class vessels…It could prove to be fun.”
Mac again, he mused as a smirk twisted his lips, I swear, th’ whole fargin’ ship’s callin’ me Mac, these days. I’m gonna hafta kell Jeffrey. Jack looked at her, then, and couldn’t help but chuckle. Tuvar looked like a Vulcan, of that there was no doubt, but unlike most Vulcans he had ever met – half-bloods included – she was capable of letting her emotions show through and, right now, she looked positively mischievous.
“Sure an’ wha’d ye have in mind tha’ we’d need ta disable th’ security protocols, then,” he grinned, “I thought ye were s’posed ta be keepin’ me oota trouble, no’ gettin’ me inta any.”
((OOC: Assuming some kind of explanation – “I’ve got a Vulcan Bar Brawl program I’ve been wanting to run… etc”  …))
“Aye, lass,” he nodded, “I s’pose if I’m no’ gonna have much else t’do wi’ the rest o’ th’ day, a wee bit o’ R&R’ll do ta pass th’ time. I was plannin’ on a bit o’ time onna holodeck, meself, after th’ shift was done… thought mebbe I’d invite Lt Hemlos along’s well,” Jack flicked a glance at Tuvar as she rose from the chair to follow him to the door, “Ye gonna be stickin’ ‘round fer tha’ too?”
((OOC: Kay-o, Vesper… off to the holodeck we go… I’ll leave the scenario in your hands. Somewhere between Mac’s quarters and the holodeck, he’ll call Chantelle and invite her to meet him on the holodeck when her shift is done… I’ll PM you on this, LysKhala, and we can go from there.  ))
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 09:53:57.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Curses! Foiled again!
^Will be Commander of the Wombat Brigade during the revolution.
< Got out of bed a while ago but still hasn't woken up.
V Does the chicken-dance in their living room every night wearing only a gorilla suit, a tutu, and a pair of orange Chuck Taylor's.
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 08:17:24.
Edited on 2006-11-09 at 08:18:06 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Ummm...
I typically don't drink beer with my pizza, either... Is that a bad thing?
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 08:14:51.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That's UNCLE Run-with-scissors, thank you!
^is my secret twin
< is at least 7 different people
V knows at least three ways to kill with the pop top from a soda can
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 05:50:50.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: How about vertically?
How high are those cliffs to the east, I wonder?
Posted on 2006-11-08 at 16:17:40.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Strategy?
Tann, I had considered hitting Talas with a jump spell at one point (seeing as he's the closest steel-slinger to Jal ATM)... It might be cool to see the big guy jumping around like one of those grasshopper dudes! Other than that, I'm thinking; "Geez, i hope this color spray freaks that ankheg behind me out long enough, at least, that i don't get munched!"
Posted on 2006-11-08 at 16:12:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit...
Damn it!
The attack came just a bit quicker than Jal had been prepared for and, also, from more directions than he had anticipated. As the ankhegs burst from the ground and the thri-kreen descended from the air to assist the larger bugs the urchin-mage realized that the web spell he had called to mind would be of little use. Casting it at the thri-kreen could possibly lead to Dapple getting caught up in the spell’s effect – and, at first blush, the lad seemed to have the benefit of having gone unnoticed by the mantis-men, anyway – similarly, casting that spell against the nearer ankhegs, aside from being obviously pointless against those mandibles, would risk entangling even more of the party. Several more of the more effective spells in his arsenal were also curtailed by the proximity of his companions, too, he realized… a ball of flame or a stroke of lightning could do as much harm as good, now…Damn it!
Char and Arien had responded quickly – the ranger letting arrows fly in the direction of the thri-kreen and the knight imposing himself between the ankhegs and Charles’ sons, waving his blade with deadly intent. The dwarven cleric also seemed to be at the ready and was seeing to the boys’ protection before entering the fray, himself. Abandoning his original plan, Jal’s fingers bypassed the strands of spider’s silk stored in his pouch and, instead, sought out three pinches of multi-colored sand.
Slowing or physically restraining the bugs seemed to be outside the realm of possibility at the moment but, perhaps, a disorienting spray of clashing colors would serve. The incantation spilled from Jal’s lips even as he closed his fingers over the red, yellow, and blue granules in his palm, and positioned himself to get maximum coverage from the spell. Feeling the mana he had summoned infusing the sand with power, the urchin-mage spread his fingers and thrust his hand towards the many-legged worm that had erupted from the road ahead, releasing the color spray as the last words of the spell were breathed…
((OOC: All righty, then… I guess I’m committed now, eh? Here’s hoping this works on at least a couple of these things. *crosses fingers* Once the color spray is cast, Jal’s next move will be to prep magic missile, I suppose…))
Posted on 2006-11-08 at 14:14:37.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: *eyes Arien's armor curiously...*
*...wondering if it's shiny enough to bank-shot a fireball.*
Just kidding, of course...
I think I've got my plan of attack figured out, too, but a map would help a bit.
Posted on 2006-11-08 at 09:31:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Woot!!!
More posting is what's next, my loverlies! Looks like we're coming out of our little slump at last, eh?
Now, a message from Captain Backup:
"Episode 2 of Star Trek Discovery is currently at 145 pages when it's all laid out in a Word doc. That's about 1/4+ the size of the original "Episode 1" version."
This has been a test of the Emergency Rob-cast System. Had this been an actual Rob, the nonsense you just read would be followed by more nonsense that made you scratch your head and say; "Damn! They're still letting him post?"
We now return you to you regularly scheduled Q&A....
Posted on 2006-11-07 at 13:05:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Oh.. well tha's jus' fargin' wunnerful!!!
Mac's Quarters - 2366.10.22
“Alright,” Tuvar’s voiced sighed from the living area, “but don’t let command know that I am the one that told you…”
Ach, I fargin’ knew it, MacTavish grumbled inwardly, razing away another swath of stubble as the SEC Chief began to confirm his suspicions.
“…I’m not asking you to lie to them,” she continued, “just don’t tell them. Commander Gavison asked me to accompany you, anywhere and everywhere. So, until he or the Captain orders otherwise, then I’ll not be more than an arm’s length from you at any one time. Is that clear, Mac?”
Jack’s jaw clenched tight enough that, for an instant, he thought he might crush his own teeth. The blood sang in his ears and his first instinct was to either throw something, smash something, or both. “So et’s a bee-beh setter I’m needin’ then, is it,” he growled, unceremoniously droping the razor into the sink – either failing to realize or not caring that he hadn’t yet shaved the stubble from his upper lip and chin (which, ironically enough, left him with the start of a goatee not unlike the XO’s) – and snatched his tunic off of the hook before stomping out into the living room, “er is this jus’ th’ fargin’ kinder, gentler version o’ hoose arrest?! Ef th’ fargin’ brass’s so bloody consairned wi’ me bein’ a problem, why’d they no’ jus’ toss me inna fargin’ brig instead o’ wastin’ yer time taggin’ along at me heels like some fargin’ puppy?!”
The TAC Officer’s ire swelled and he stormed across the floor, grumbling in Gaelic through gritted teeth, as he angrily tugged his tunic on and fastened it up before the urge to hurl the thing across the room overtook him. “Gimme a fargin’ coffee,” he snapped, smacking a hand against the bulkhead above the replicator port.
He couldn’t bring himself to look at Tuvar just yet… not fuming like this, anyway… it wasn’t her fault, after all; she was simply following the orders that she had been given and she didn’t seem to like them anymore than he did. So, as he waited for the replicator to deliver his java, Jack simply chewed back the venom that threatened to spew from his mouth if he dared to open it and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember one of the “anger management” techniques that Counselor Arevaci had shared with him a short time ago… Easy enough ta fargin’ remember when yer no’ pessed, he fumed, the anger fogging his memory of the impromptu chat with the Counselor, but I’ll wager fargin’ Arevaci’s no’ tried any o’ these when… wait…Deep breath an’ count back from ten?Izzat right?
Mac forced his eyes closed and, as he sucked in a deep breath (that sounded more like a growl than anything), tried to will some of the tension from his neck before starting the mental countdown…
Ten, nine…
The replicator blipped, announcing that his coffee was ready.
…eight, sev’n, six…
His eyes opened a bit, and lifted from the toes of his boots to the small table a few steps away that defined his “work area.” In stark contrast to the typically Spartan décor of his present quarters (or any quarters to which he’d ever been assigned, for that matter) he noticed a brightly colored and artfully crafted vase filled with a small assortment of flowers that he couldn’t name sitting just above the LCARS terminal there… It took a moment, but he finally recognized the vase as one that he had seen in Chan’s quarters before and, seeing it in his quarters now actually did more to calm him than this ridiculous countdown was doing.
…five, four, three…
Chantelle had seemed surprised by the “emptiness” of Jack’s quarters the first time she had seen them, he remembered, and it hadn’t taken long after the first time the CSO had mentioned it that che had started sneaking in her idea of “decorative touches.” The urge to smile twitched one corner of his mouth for a nanosecond.
…two, an’ bloody one. Between the heretofore unnoticed vase, the recollection of fragments of the numerous conversations he had had with others today in regards to his “issues,” and the stupid little exercise that Arevaci had recommended, Mac was actually finding himself feeling a bit less agitated over all of this… not much, of course, but some, at any rate. He retrieved the steaming mug of coffee from the replicator and, following one more deep breath (this one not so close to a growl as the last), took a sip of the coffee before finally turning his steel-hued eyes in Tuvar’s direction. It was then, as he studied her over the rim of his mug, that he noticed the slightly guilt-ridden expression on the half-vulcan’s face… Jayzus, MacTavish. Ye cannae be pessed at Tuvar fer this, lad. An’ ye cannae reas’nably be pessed at Gavison er th’ Ol’ Man, either. Any other crew’d’ve a’ready had ye inna pokey an’ relieved o’ duty in a wink, wouldn’ they?
“Oy, lass,” Jack said finally, the hint of an apologetic smile flickering over his features as he crossed the floor and rested a had on the woman’s shoulder, “dinnae look so doon inna mouth aboot et. Ye’ve go’ yer arders an’ ye’ve gotta see ‘em done, aye? I’ll no’ say a waird ta th’ brass an’, ef ye gotta follow me aboot ‘til they say otherwise, I reckon I dinnae have much choice inna matter.”
He heaved a sigh and patted her shoulder reassuringly before taking another sip of coffee and crossing the room to examine Chan’s vase more closely. He perched on the edge of the table and picked the thing up, a true smile playing on his lips as he noticed the simple card that read “With Love, C.” attached to the bundled flower stems.
“So,” he smirked, returning the vase to the exact spot it had occupied a moment before, and looking back to his SEC counterpart, “within an arm’s reach, is it? Tha’s gonna be bloody uncomfortable when et comes ta usin’ th’ head, innit? An’ I reckon yer gonna hafta scrap wi’ Chantelle if ye wan’ th’ right side o’ th’ bed.”
He swallowed another mouthful of coffee; “I’ve prob’ly no’ go’ th’ right ta know, lass, but wha’ exactly are ye s’posed ta be watchin’ me fer? Saftey o’ the ship er ‘fer my own good’?”
((OOC: Out of respect and friendship for Tuvar, Mac won’t ‘rail against being assigned a babysitter’ (at least not to command…and at least not yet)… Assuming that Tuvar informs him of the real resoning behind it, Mac may actually understand and find that it makes sense. He may not be happy about being followed around every waking moment, though. He’s planning to meet Chantelle a little bit later and having Tuvar within arm’s reach may make that a little awkward. … He’ll inform Tuvar of this, of course… aaaand room for replies, interjections, etc, all through this. Back to you Vesper)).
Posted on 2006-11-07 at 12:34:08.
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Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: Nope, not hard at all...
...but I just love those lyrics.
I'm a big fan of Amy Lee's voice, myself - and she isn't at all difficult to look at either
Posted on 2006-11-06 at 13:01:07.
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Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: Try this one
Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me, I fear
She beckons me
Shall I give in?
Before my end
Shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end...
Posted on 2006-11-06 at 12:32:13.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: They're heeeeeerrrreeee -- quick! change the channel!
He was standing within arms reach of the youngest boy, now, though his pale eyes ticked from face to face of these siblings. “Your father’s name,” he asked none of them in particular, though his hand had dipped into his pouch and returned with a neatly wrapped parcel of trail rations which he offered the youngest, “what was it?”
The four boys weren’t hasty in their reply but, after a moment, the youngest’s hunger won out over trepidation. “Charles,” the kid said as he took the offered rations and hastily peeled them open, “Most folk called him Chuck, though.”
His eyes turned to the father-spirit when the name was spoken and the odd little mage nodded and quietly repeated the moniker. With any sort of luck, knowing what the man’s name was in life would help to make the spirit a little more forthcoming hereafter. “And, he is not the only one to have suffered such a fate of late, is he? There have been others,” he queried, watching the spirit float passed to hover closer to his sons.
“I dunno,” Thom shrugged, speaking around a mouthful of the rations, “we don’t see much of the other folk around here. There was this one guy, though,” the boy added after swallowing the mouthful, “some widower what Dad was friends with…”
“Velma,” Daryl offered as Thom passed the rations to him.
“Right,” Thom nodded, “Velma. Before Dad got killed, he said something about not having seen him in a while…”
Jal nodded faintly and left the boys to their devouring of the rations. He really hadn’t needed them to tell him there had been other victims of these bug attacks, he’d seen the evidence of it himself in the numerous spirits he had seen that bore the tell-tale evidence of such a passing; their father not the first among them. The mage’s gaze tracked away from the young men, swept over the faces of the others he had left Freegate with as they discussed the ramifications of the boys’ tale, and finally settled on the ghostly form of Charles. Jal smiled a bit when he noticed that the apparition seemed to have faded to a certain degree – a sign, Jal had learned over the years, that a spirit was getting closer to finally crossing over completely – but Charles hadn’t diminished enough that it appeared he would be at peace just yet.
The Spellbinder kept a mindful ear to the discussion of his compatriots as he maneuvered away from the line of farm boys, and nodded as Valentine’s description of the ankhegs struck a spark of recollection in his mind – Of course, he thought, I remember reading something about those… perhaps even the Master may have said something… or was it Gwanele? – all he could recall outside the bounds of the ex-Red’s description, though was that the bugs were big, mean, and had a habit of making lunch out of hapless unwary farmers. Jal had no idea what a Thri-kreen might be but, if the blighters rode on ankhegs, he was sure they couldn’t be good things.
“Your sons are safe, Charles,” he whispered to the spirit of the boys’ father, “Why do you linger?”
Arien’s horse shied and Talas rubbed at the back of his neck and looked around uncertainly as the ghost of Charles looked up from yet another worried glance at the earth beneath their feet. Safe from making the errors I made in my youth, sir, the ghost replied, I was once a thief, myself, you see, and I know what the ends of that profession can be. I don’t want that for my sons. That is why I stayed away from Freegate and made a home here… another concerned look at the ground before continuing… so that my boys wouldn’t be tempted by that life… so that they… we… could live free.
“But there is something else?” Jal queried as he gathered a handful of his horses reins and, once more slid his staff through the loops on the saddle provided for the thing. “Your… body, perhaps?”
Charles offered a slight smile and glanced at the Spellbinder again, but quickly returned his phantom gaze to a nervous inspection of the ground. No, sir, he answered, me body’s the least of my concerns… I just wanna be with my wife and know that my boys are safe, that’s all…
“Arien, Kilgrim,” Talas spoke up, then, his hand closing on the hilt of his sword, “all is not right. I feel that danger yet lurks close to us; be on your guard all.”
Jal’s own gaze swept across the surrounding landscape even as Char set an arrow to his bowstring and advised moving the party and the boys to rockier ground. The warriors likely had a keener sense for danger than he did, of course, but he neither saw nor sensed much of anything that alluded to any immediate danger. Arien’s warhorse nickered and whinnied again and, as Jal swung himself back up into the saddle, he saw Charles, once more anxiously, almost frantically examining the ground.
“If not your sons’ professions or the state of your body, Charles,” the spellbinder murmured to the ghost, “what still troubles you, then? Why do you keep looking at the ground as if…”
They’re coming, the ghost moaned. They’re coming! Save my sons!
Suddenly, all of the apparently nervous and instinctual reactions he had been watching play out among the party made sense to the urchin-mage and he, too, felt the same sense of urgency that the ghost most have been experiencing…
“I say we ge’ goin’ den,” Char said, “moun’ up an’ ride t’ rockier groun’. We can take da lads wit’ us, bu’ we’d be safer where it be ‘arder t’ dig.”
Jal nodded an enthusiastic agreement to that; “And we should do so now,” he added, “the ankheg of which you speak are coming and are getting very close.” A litany of spell formulae rushed through his mind… if they encountered these bugs, he hoped he would have something useful to offer.
((OOC: Jal will offer to take on a passenger if his horse can manage the load and is very eager to get the hell off of this soft ground! Just to be on the safe side he’ll also prep a Web spell…))
Posted on 2006-11-06 at 11:06:40.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: A quest, like a spirit, split in two...
It had become apparent over the past couple of minutes that these boys were, in fact, the sons of the ghost that still hovered close to Jal’s horse. Even if it hadn’t been for the obvious familial resemblance of these boys to the ‘father-spirit,’ the ghost had become more insistent as the lads’ story had unfolded and had begun anxiously looking around at the ground while pleading for the salvation of his boys.
Save my sons, sir, please! They’re good lads! I know that you see me! I know you can hear me, sir! Save them!
As the second oldest of the boys picked up on the telling of the tale that had been interrupted by the first, there was no doubt left in the Jal’s mind. “One of the bugs bit Dad in half,” Steward related, sending the youngest into a fit of sobbing.
“That explains what happened to you, then, doesn’t it, Old Father,” Jal muttered to the bitten-in-half spirit as he slid from his saddle and joined a handful of the other party members on the ground. The urchin-mage shivered visibly as his feet met the earth and his shoulder passed through the insistent ghost – the spirit literally shrieked in his ear then, repeating its plea. Jal took a moment to gather his cloak about him and shake off the chill, then muttered something else to the spirit before moving closer to the line of youths and studying them intently for a long moment and listening with great interest as the brothers finished relating their tale.
The youngest one, Thom, seems to have seen it differently, Wynter noted as Jal peered curiously at the boy from behind the tangled veil of his hair.
“The young typically do, Wynter,” Jal answered absently.
He was standing within arms reach of the youngest boy, now, though his pale eyes ticked from face to face of these siblings. “Your father’s name,” he asked none of them in particular, though his hand had dipped into his pouch and returned with a neatly wrapped parcel of trail rations which he offered the youngest, “what was it?”
((OOC: Assuming that at least one of the lads will answer…))
His eyes turned to the father-spirit when the name was spoken and the odd little mage nodded and quietly repeated the moniker. With any sort of luck, knowing what the man’s name was in life would help to make the spirit a little more forthcoming hereafter. “And, he is not the only one to have suffered such a fate of late, is he? There have been others,” he queried, watching the spirit float passed to hover closer to his sons…
((OOC: Like I said... I don't think Jal's got much of a choice in this one and he'll definitely be "looking into" these bugs... otherwise ghost dad won't be leaving him alone. ))
Posted on 2006-11-03 at 12:07:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Relieved of duty... for a little while...
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery; Turbolift – 1402 hours
As the door to the turbolift hissed shut, Jack leaned heavily against the wall of the thing and shut his eyes for a moment. He and Lt Commander Waldgrave had had a fairly decent conversation in regards to the phaser and shield modifications – the woman had even mentioned something about trying to recoup that minimal drop in phaser output. Th’ lass is smart’s she is pretty, he had mused at the time, tha’s a good theng. O’ course I dinnae reckon she’d gotten this float if ‘twere otherwise…
=/=Mac?=/=
“Deck 8,” the TAC officer sighed. The computer blipped its confirmation and the lift began its ascent. He rubbed at his eyes and pushed away from the bulkhead before tapping his combadge; “Wha’, Jeffrey?”
=/=Uh… you doing okay, boss? I… uh… haven’t heard much from you… =/=
“I’m jus’ fine, lad,” he smirked, “Yer no’ gettin’ me job jus’ yet if tha’s wha’s go’ ye in a twist. Now, d’ye need somethin’ else er did ye jus’ decide ye suddenly wan’ me ta hold yer bloody hand all day?”
=/=That’s better,=/= Jeff replied, a grin obvious in his tone, =/=I was beginning to wonder if they’d caged you or something… You didn’t call me after your meeting with the Old Man, didn’t hear a thing from you after the staff meeting… =/=
Jack shook his head and rolled his eyes; “Why don’ ye drop yer cloak, Nancy,” he grumbled, “an’ get ta th’ bloody point. I know ye’ve go’ better ta do then buzz ‘round me ear.”
=/=All right, all right! Damn, Mac, don’t let a guy have any fun,=/= the aCTO shot back, =/=Look, man, I just wanted to check in and see how you were holding up, is all. The whole damn ship’s been buzzing about you today and I haven’t seen or heard from you since this morning. Tuvar grilled the hell outta me when I dropped those files on her this morning – y’know, I hate it when she goes all Vulcan on me…=/=
“Aye, lad. I’ll buy ye a drink later.”
=/=Heh... you’ll buy me two, Angus; Lt Hemlos ran me through the wringer, too.=/=
Jack couldn’t help but smile at that – he could almost imagine what that meeting had been like; “Izzat right,” Mac chuckled, “an’ wha’d ye tell ‘er, monkey boy?”
=/=Only what I figured you’d let me get by with without killing me, boss. She knows that we think Ian’s lurking around the Aldor system and why we’re so concerned about it. I told her some of the rub between you two, of course, but none of the real dirt…=/= Mueller’s voice trailed off as if the young TAC officer wasn’t quite sure exactly how to say what was on his mind and there was a long pause. =/=I’m your friend, Mac,=/= Jeffrey said after a moment =/=you know that, right? I’m here for you and all of that foofy stuff?=/=
“Aye,” Jack answered, one eyebrow lifting at the shift in tone, “I know tha’, Jeffrey.”
=/=Well, look, man,=/= Jeff sighed, =/= as much as that’s the case, it’s not my place to fill these folks in on Ian… Especially Chantelle… That woman loves you Mac – god knows why but she does – and if you love her half as much, you need to sit her down and let her know all about this thing. That, or cut her loose… and, as crappy as it is to say, that might be the sane option considering what Ian said to you the last time you talked to the bastard.=/=
‘I’ll take everythin’ ye love, Jackie,’ Ian’s voice echoed from a dark corner of Jack’s memory. ‘I’ll take et an’ I’ll burn it an’ send ye back th’ ashes…’
MacTavish would have preferred not to have been reminded about that, of course, but he understood Jeff’s reasoning for calling it up. Still, he didn’t respond to that last bit and, it was likely that Jeffrey had known he wouldn’t.
=/=If you don’t have anger management sessions or KP detail for the rest of the day, my friend,=/= Jeffrey concluded =/=I’d recommend, as your friend, that you put this shift to bed and have a heart to heart with that lady of yours… real soon. Y’know, as a matter of fact, I’m pulling you off the roster for the rest of the day…=/=
“The hell ye are, Jeffrey,” Mac started to snap back, “I’ll…”
=/=The hell I am, Mac! How about you listen to me for once without arguing you crusty bastard!? I’ve already tugged you from the slip and sent notifications to command and security, dude. You’re done for the day. Get in touch with Chantelle, have that talk, and then get some rest, Jack. You looked like absolute crap this morning and I’m sure that hasn’t gotten any better…=/=
((OOC: Okay… there ya have it. Back in the game more or less. I took a few minor liberties with the Kat/Mac conversation summary, possibly – kicktoria, if you saw the convo going otherwise, just let me know and I’ll edit. Jeffery has taken Mac off the duty roster for the rest of the day and likely will pass word that the Scot shouldn’t come anywhere near TAC until tomorrow… For his own part, Mac is just liable to take his aCTO’s advice… he’ll bypass deck 8, now, and will stepp of the lift on deck 2, heading for his quarters… Feel free to interrupt. ))
Posted on 2006-11-03 at 10:54:30.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: *griiiiiiins*
Oh boy, oh boy, ohboyohboyohboy!
This just gets better and better... Jal's in on the "quest," of course...erm... I get the feeling that he kind of doesn't have a choice.
Posted on 2006-11-03 at 10:18:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: haaaaaaiiii-YAH!!!!
No witnesses! You can't prove a thing! i wasn't even in that zip code!
Posted on 2006-11-01 at 12:43:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: *snort*
You said "eek"...
I don't know why, but for some reason that made me picture you with mouse ears and a twitchy nose...
Anyhoo... still trying to get that post of mine figured out, too, but I'll have it ready fairly soon. I at least know whereabouts ol' Mac's gonna be (and that was my speed-bump) so the rest should tumble right on out, now.
Posted on 2006-11-01 at 12:37:37.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Yes indeed...
...when I originally started penning the Tale of the Wishgranter it was quite a different story, actually. A greater majority of it played out in and around Bella Moon and Ch'dau was cast in the "hero" role. After I started developing the Eol character though (and, consequently, expanding and defining the world of Bhriuthainn)the story took a bit of a turn and twist and, IMHO, became much better than the original.
Anyhoo, as far as characters being "opposites" of our "real life" selves, I'd say you can safely argue on both sides of that... Sure, we might put on characters that do and say things that we might never actually do or say IRL and, to that end, it could be that our characters might be defined as our opposites... buuuuuuuut... We are writing/playing these characters and even though we may never actually do the things our characters are doing, the "thoughts, ideas, and actions" do come from our own brains/imaginations, don't they? So are we truly opposites or are we simply exploring that "darker side" of our own personalities that we wouldn't let see the light of day here on planet Earth?
Posted on 2006-11-01 at 07:17:57.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Posting/Forum name...
Actually, "Eol Fefalas" is probably one of the most unimaginitive names I've ever come up with because, technically (as Admiral figured out some weeks ago), it's nothing more than my own "real" name plugged into some elven name generator I discovered a while back. In all honesty, I put the "Eol Fefalas" name on specifically for this site to start with... Had been lurking for a while but had yet to "join" and, when I finally decided that I was ready to post and such, I pulled the "Eol" off the generator and used it for my "forum name"... Of course, the character of Eol Fefalas developed to become much more than it's relatively unimaginitive beginning and when I decided to drag "The Tale of the Wishgranter" out of mothballs, I ended up doing a fairly extensive re-write and replaced the original "lead character" (Ch'dau, ironically enough) with the one I had developed around the Eol Fefalas name... *shrugs*... Inspiration comes from wierd places, don'tchaknow!
Posted on 2006-10-31 at 10:51:34.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Blind date?
Nope... I have been on a date or two that I don't remember, though... does that count?
Posted on 2006-10-30 at 10:50:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Delays...
I'll be posting for Mac shortly - my apologies for what seems like a loooong interval between posts. Have been sort of doing a collaborative thing with RK and Kicktoria on both of Mac's meetings with Arevaci and Waldgrave and have been "overly cautious" about putting Mac much farther ahead without getting those little arcs "resolved".
Posted on 2006-10-30 at 09:29:23.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Well imagine that!
Char and Dapple had set off on their flanking path minutes earlier and now, with Valentine and Talas flanking him closely to remain within the bounds of his spell, Jal watched as Arien and Kilgrim urged their mounts forward into the anticipated ambush. After the knight and the cleric had paced off a respectable distance, though, the mages and former gladiator began to follow; far enough behind that the road dust stirred by their horses might go unnoticed by otherwise engaged bandits but not so far that Talas and Adrian’s melee skills should be delayed longer than necessary.
It wasn’t long, however, before Jal realized that he had likely wasted mana on the casting of the invisibility spell. From a copse of trees just ahead came the sounds of voices raised in debate – these supposed bandits obviously weren’t at all skilled in their craft. The urchin mage exchanged glances with Adrian and Talas and, when the young man burst from the tree line and ran towards Arien and the dwarf, Jal rolled his eyes.
“Men with swords is it?” the mage almost chuckled the question, his gaze ticking to some nether point to his left.
He’s just a boy, Wynter giggled. The girl’s tone held a hint of embarrassment and a somewhat apologetic note.
“Sir Paladin,” the boy shouted, “Our family needs help! My father was killed by…”
Look, she tittered as the other ‘bandits’ broke from their cover and chased down the first, there are the others…
“Mhm,” Spellbinder smirked as he watched the youths tussle for a moment and then turned to regard the father spirit, “Your sons, perhaps, old Father?”
Save my sons, the half-hewn specter replied.
Jal sighed softly and nodded. “I suppose this was pointless,” he murmured waving a hand to dismiss the invisibility sphere. The quartet of boys was still scrapping and arguing in the dirt as Jal approached, reined the mare to a stop not far from Arien and Kilgrim, and watched the display for a moment.
“Toadhead!”
“Idiot!”
“Barfbrain!”
“I’m in charge!”
“You’re a stupidhead!”
“Sir Paladin! My dad!”
“Shut up Thom!”
“Dad liked me better.”
“Jerk!”
“You see,” Jal said, offering a strange grin to the knight and gesturing to the tumultuous knot of youths, “there is no desire to live the bandit life here.” His pale eyes swept over the rest of the party, then, before once again seeking out the father spirit to see if the ghost perhaps would somehow identify any of these boys as his own…
((OOC: Tried to avoid “placing” or assuming actions for Adrian or Talas, here, if I need to edit, just lemme know. If “ghost-dad” offers up any sign that any of these boys are his before they stop walloping each other, Jal will likely try to intervene… if not, he’ll continue to watch the boys scrap until it ends on it’s own or unless he’s asked/ordered to do anything else.))
Posted on 2006-10-30 at 08:23:20.
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