toastbusters, AKA Failurechan, AKA biggest loser in the world.
I'd really enjoy a comission!
Daily Logs 3-9-16I. Vekal and Rein learn about Joe's mind
II. Fallan ventures into Erik's psyche
Vekal: *dozed off while making a list of things, after working for about twelve consecutive hours, and finds herself awake in an unfamiliar place. She's dressed, as she was earlier, in uniform pants and shirt, with the jacket slung over the back of her chair and therefore not on her person in the dream world. She has a dream phaser at her hip.*
[She's in a room that's hexagonal, similar to an lobby to a museum or a hospital, with a door set in each wall, each leading to presumably another area of this person's--Joe's---mind. Each door has a slightly different design: some of them look similar to the regular doors on the ship, and others look more like wood or something else. The ceiling isn't too high, but it is vaulted.]
Vekal: *looks around and can't think of a better way to proceed than trying doors, starting with one that looks similar to a ship-door*
Rein: *appears, and walks st
Daily Logs 6-9-16I. Lev stumbles upon his girlfriend with his old boyfriend... sort of.
II. Rein finds Erik and his cake
AU!Shir: *sitting on the lounge, having a cup of tea and seems happy and content. Just reading off his PADD while waiting for a certain someone to finish their shift*
AU!Mira: *arrives in the lounge to meet her boyfriend after her shift, all dolled up as usual in a cute summery dress and heels* *comes over to Shir* Waiting for someone?
Lev: *also done with his shift, planing to go spend some time with Mira in the lounge, maybe coffee, and then goes through a rift into the AU without realising it when he enters the lounge* *puts away his PADD and spots Shir and Mira sitting together* *they look like they are getting along, yay, starts to go over to them*
AU!Shir: *grins hugely when seeing Mira, and at what she's wearing. Honestly thinks Mira looks amazing no matter what she's wearing or doing* Hmm, possibly. *said teasingly, as it's clear he was waiting for her
Daily Logs 7-22-16I. Leslie and Erik keep beating their dead horse
[The hull battered and abused, the halls ravaged by plants that cheerily tore through wire insulation for the short-lived heat of electric fires, the ship that so many had called home now looked more like a derelict wreck, floating through the cosmos to the purifying embrace of a star. It seemed inevitable: the plants fed on the heat of phaser energy, fought back against blade and edge, slithered away from forcefields. Some rooms on the Legacy no glistened with beads of herbicide that the vines seemed to give no more attention to than the crew itself. The fight was hopeless. The Legacy would be abandoned.
Or would it? No one knew for certain who had found the secret vulnerability. Sciences claimed they'd found it when the plants destroyed an experiment on Bose-Einstein condensates. Engineering would tell you a last-ditch fight with a bucket of coolant did it. In comms, the story involved a chilled dessert that had been l
Daily Logs 8-14-16I. Leslie and Erik keep it surprisingly PG
II. Guhrl meets Jalen. Also titled Nop has trouble with prompts.
Erik: *evidently, the effects of the chemical affect not only interpersonal reactions: A certain Lieutenant Schroding is in Sickbay with not-inconsiderable injuries after a violent encounter with a holodeck simulation. Evidently, the safety protocols had been turned off. At the moment, he is reclining on a biobed with his shirt removed. A gash from shoulder to hip has been temporarily sealed with surgical glue while proper DR protocols are being prepared. His left arm, broken, is in a quick cast*
Leslie: *coming into Sickbay for her shift, checks the list of patients and goes to see Erik first because him in Sickbay is never a good sign* So. What happened?
Erik: *cheerfully* Holodeck accident. I feel fine. Someone turned off the safeties.
Leslie: You don't /look/ fine, and I want to think it was you who did that.
Erik: And I want to die saving everyone on
Daily Logs 8-8-16I. Erik and Guhrl talk
Erik: *can be found, as he often can, in the Officers' Lounge. He's seated at one of the tables, one knee braced against the edge of the table, the other leg thrown carelessly on top of it. He's reading a PADD. The table is also occupied by a bowl of what appear to be black marbles. He pops one in his mouth, from time to time. They emit shrieking sounds from between puckered lips*
Guhrl: *wandering in from the end of his shift* *looks at the shrieking food* What in the worlds are you eating?
Erik: *glances up, a grins, baring his teeth. They're dyed black from whatever is inside the marbles. Together with the stocky man's rather... impressive physique, he gives off a certainly threatening vibe* These are Tunguskan Eel Eggs, deep-frozen. The shrieking comes when you crack the shell: the interior fluid rapidly boils on contact with the air. *he demonstrates by picking up a marble and cracking it between his thumbs. A shrill tone emanates from betwe