YE/X02 - Crew Discussion

[Peter Jensen]

I don't really have a funny/creative prompt this month, but you know what time of the month it is

[Theresa Black]

It is the end of the universe. The end of time. The end of, everything. The last planet orbiting the last star. It is barren. Desolate.

Q stands alone on the surface before a solitary cave entrance. He is raggity and dust covered. Blood is visible running from a head wound as if he's been battleing for hours to get here.

"It's finished. It's Over." He shouts over the wind that howls violently around him. "End of chase..."

At first, the dark shadow of a figure appears, emerging from the cave mouth. It solidifies into Keith Richards.

Street Fighting Man begins to play in the background.

Keith looks a Q. "Bring it..." He says quietly.

[Peter Jensen]

I don't really have a funny/creative prompt this month, but you know what time of the month it is

I don't mean to be a poo-poo head, but could I ask those DHs who haven't yet, to do their points so I can do them when I get off work tomorrow?

[Artemis d'Tor'an]

I don't mean to be a poo-poo head, but could I ask those DHs who haven't yet, to do their points so I can do them when I get off work tomorrow?

Grumble, grumble.

[Peter Jensen]

Hear ye, hear ye! 'Tis verily the  time of Pointes!

[Peter Jensen]

Friendly reminder for those who haven't done the points
So I can do them tomorrow

[Artemis d'Tor'an]

Hey, don't wanna be That Guy, but, GM, I have a GM request from two weeks ago.

[T'Lari]

I might be without power for a few days (or more) thanks to Hurricane Milton. Will reply when I can.

[Kal-Geal Beinn]

Points submitted, and before Jensen even asked. What a good werewolf I must be.

[Peter Jensen]

A crazy looking tall man with white hair that sticks out to all sides suddenly appears in the Officer's Mess. He emerges from a DeLorean, which wrecks the establishment as it just pops into existence. Thank Kahless no one was standing where it happened.

"Great Scott! Where am I? Where's Marty?", he looks around confused and in a daze, then almost a bit panicky, before he looks down at the PADD in his hand.

"Ah! This is why! This is the key to all!", he says frantically and approaches the first senior officer he finds.

"You! You there! You HAVE to record this month's points on this tablet! As does every Department Head! Or I won't be able to get back! Then I'd have to stay here and help your scientists!"


== Timezones, they're annoying! Points time, everyone! You wouldn't want our guest to have to stick around, right?   ==

[Peter Jensen]

Seeing as there were still those who hadn't entered the points, the eccentric visitor started getting more and more frantic.

"No....no, this can't be....the transmogrifier is shifting! I won't be able to get back!!!"


== Those who haven't done their points yet - please do, so I can get it sorted either today or tomorrow ==

[Arwen Qi]

Submitted!

[Altairi Hydish]

Oops. Forgot to say it, but Engineering points are in

[Peter Jensen]

Y'all know what time it is

[Arwen Qi]

Submitted my points, now back to my Klingon audiobook

[Peter Jensen]

Submitted my points, now back to my Klingon audiobook

lupDujHomwIj luteb gharghmey

[Theresa Black]

lupDujHomwIj luteb gharghmey

You can get some cream for that if you go and see the Doc.

[Arwen Qi]

Have we checked the doc’s credentials? I went to the holodeck for a physical and I got shot.

[Theresa Black]

I'm not going anywhere near the doctors credentials. He has too many teeth, and I have cold hands.

[Peter Jensen]

An obese man in a red suit with a long white beard and a red pointy hat with a white cotton ball on top suddenly materializes in the officers' mess.

"HO HO HOOO and happy holidays to everyone! Now, unless you all want coal instead of presents, and for a series of events that would end all holidays ever again, every single DH is required to fill out this form", he says, then hands a slate to the first DH he sees sits down on the nearest chair.

"Never mind how that would happen. It's time-related and time....is....", he struggles to find an explanation that will satisfy the uninitiated, "it's like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff. Now, once  you have filled out this, you may approach and tell me what you want as a present! HO HO HOOO", he finishes with a jolly laugh.

== It's once again that time of the month, everyone  ==

[Theresa Black]

Black sits on Santa's lap and whispers in his ear.

Santa turns as red as his suit and amends the naughty list. With permanent marker.

[T'Lari]

Apologies, been sick as the proverbial dog for several days. Will try to have a T'Lari post up tomorrow on the bridge.

[Arwen Qi]

Qi quickly scribbled out the points for his department and returned the slate to the jolly red alien.

“Same request as last year: a time-dilated navigation device” Qi’s eyes narrowed. “I know you have one, old man.”

[Kal-Geal Beinn]

Kal-Geal wrote down his department's points in Klingon, and then handed it back along with a request for a bag of wolf treats.

"Oh what fun it is to ride in a Klingon Bird of Prey. Or something like that. I don't know how that slaying song goes."

[Artemis d'Tor'an]

Slowly, as if either nervous or apprehensive, Artie approached the man in the red suit. She had heard stories -oh yes, many stories!- but until now, had not so much as met this man in person.  The half-Klingon turned in her paperwork first, to make sure it was done, and then she bowed her head to tell the man her wish list as privately as she could. He laughed heartily at her request; not to make fun of her, but in agreement that it was a wonderful gift to request.

What would a half-Klingon, half-Human, all-Security officer want for the holiday season? She already had everyone one could want: a raucous, loving family, a stable job, and a man who cared for her greatly. But, at heart, she was still a child of Earth, and so, a child of slowly-dying old-Earth references.

The tall, muscular, dark-skinned woman had asked for something that was well within her wheelhouse, and yet still something unexpected.

A Red Ryder BB gun.

[Artemis d'Tor'an]

Hey GM, you have a tag in the Cargo Bay from the 6th. I just piggybacked onto it, if you could please get us a reply. I know the Captain is eager to wrap up the mission.

[Peter Jensen]

I'm entirely too exhausted today to think of a witty, funny prompt, so:

It's that time of the month again

[Jadaris]

Points sent to an exhausted mind. Perhaps you should check to see if your mind isn't backfiring due to a faulty carburetor.

[Peter Jensen]

Points sent to an exhausted mind. Perhaps you should check to see if your mind isn't backfiring due to a faulty carburetor.

Dude, sometimes I don't even know

[Peter Jensen]

Friendly reminder to all DHs who haven't submitted points yet: Please do so today? ? So I can get it done tomorrow
To those that have:
Here, have a cookie! ?

[T'Lari]

Sorry, been really sick. I'll try and post in the next couple of days.

[Peter Jensen]

It isn't muffin time, but it's close!

[Artemis d'Tor'an]

LOOK AT ME! I did it on time for once!! OMG!!

[Arwen Qi]

Points submitted for Science and Medical

[Peter Jensen]

An Obsidian Order agent, who has been altered to look human, puts a PADD on a table in the middle of the officers' mess hall, having rigged it to emit a very specialized and highly targeted pulse. It only works very short range, and it's imperceptible by younger humanoids, so only those from their mid-20s and up will be drawn to it.
Once the victims are close enough to the PADD, it lights up with one message:

Please specify your department's points for the month

[Pax Cassidy]

Cassidy eyed the discarded PADD suspiciously. His modified right eye could see wavelengths that most humans would need a tricorder to detect. All devices emitted a certain level of electromagnetic radiation, but this seemed different somehow. The signals coming off of this PADD didn't just bounce around the ship, they seemed to radiate out into subspace. To where, he didn't know. A feeling of unease pushed heavily on his chest. Someone was watching.

The safest course of action was to crush the device and return its ruined parts to the replicator, but as he reached out his arm...

[Please specify your department's points for the month] it read, the simple message flashing brightly against the dark screen.

Cassidy sighed. He appreciated the creativity, but wouldn't it be simpler for the first officer just to ask him directly?

[Mika Bowman]

Deep apologies. I had a family emergency that caused me to go out of state, and I didn't have my PC. Everything is okay with family, and I'm back home. My hope is to get caught up tonight, after recharging batteries.

[Arwen Qi]

Glad to hear that everything is ok Mika! You're just in time for the ritual sacrifice race

[T'Lari]

Sorry, I've been dealing with some personal stuff lately and haven't had much chance to post on either T'Lari or Robin. Will try and get something going today.