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Friday, June 13th, 2008
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10:25 pm
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damaged_goods
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Who: Roxie
What: She's been a 'tough guy'
Where: Gym
When: Before lunch
Warnings: Child endangerment
Summary:
Roxie stood just inside the gym staring at the equipment, Deja in hand. She scowled before walking over to the nearest piece of equipment. She put Deja down "You work on this" she told her, "I'll...... hmm that one" she said pointing to the weights.
She walked over and looked at the weight setting, trying to decide which setting the tough guy would put it on. She smiled brightly seeing that it was heavy and settled down to try. "Super Button!"
current mood: creative
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| Monday, June 9th, 2008
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12:29 am
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damaged_goods
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Who: Sarah and Open
What: Pondering
Where: The dining area
When: 13:00
Warnings:
Summary: Sarah is trying to teach herself to knit.
Sarah had heard about Castor, and his chill, so she'd set herself a task. Learn to knit. She found some discarded jumpers and had picked them apart for the wool which she was now trying, and mostly failing, to try and make Castor a new jumper out of. To make him feel better of course. Every so often she paused to rub her aching stomach. "Calm down baby"
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| Saturday, June 7th, 2008
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9:09 pm
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| Wednesday, June 4th, 2008
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7:26 pm
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damaged_goods
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Who: Rei / open
What: Not being nice.
Where: Loitering near Castor's room
When: 10am
Warnings: Possibility of swearing
Summary: Rei is wrestling with himself.
Rei paced back and forth along the corridor having an internal debate on what his next move should be. Although it was possible some might be able to work it out from watching him as he paced back and forth near Castor's room with a tray, a tray laden down with cookies hot water and tea bags, stolen from his private stash. He chewed his lip trying to decide whether or not to give the goodies to Castor. He bit his lip before stopping outside of Castor's door. He could put it down, knock and run away.....
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| Friday, May 30th, 2008
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12:16 pm
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taariq_commannd
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Thursday April 24th 2794
Notices
The heating has no been fixed but the Second in command has been taken ill, the stock room controller is also suffering from a chill flu brought on by his icey shower from the pipes.
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| Thursday, May 29th, 2008
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10:41 pm - Report, don't ignore, flaws
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damaged_goods
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Who: Darcy, Open
What: Doing his own work, doing Rei's work, and a distracted mind
Where: Here there and everywhere Farah isn't.
When: 20:00
Warnings: Personal Danger
Summary: Darcy has an accident.
Darcy sighed deeply wiping sweat from his forehead. He felt exhausted. He wasn't a great sleeper at the best of times. Probably thanks too worrying about the crew. But it was worse now thanks to slipping up and confessing his love to Farah, his only hope was that she wouldn't know it was him. Then of course there was the fact he was doing too jobs. It made him a busy busy boy. He scowled making a note that some of the wiring down the corridor to the crew quarters looked a little worn. He wrote that down on his note pad. Before continuing on his checks of the ship. He wasn't checking up on the crews handy work, more trying to make it easier for them. Also he was didn't want to think about Farah, or Rei.
Darcy sighed deciding to take a moments break he leant back against the wall closing his eyes and focusing for a moment on his breathing. It was in the moments paused he started to become aware of the fact he hadn't had time to wash. He groaned, decision made he headed to the shower.
Soon he was pulling off his clothes and turning on the shower he didn't bother waiting for the water to heat up, instead figuring the slight chill would be a good way of fighting the heat they were suffering. He sighed letting the water trickle down his body, closing his eyes he tipped his face into the stream of water. He scowled as the water cut out. He cursed hitting at the shower head, when it didn't work he reached out to grab his razor hoping to use it to pry the head off and get it working again. He pryed the cover off and looked down the hose. NOthing. He sighed using the blade to pry the fitting off the wall. "Come on" he cursed feeling for the first time in a long time his anger starting to get the better of him. He got out of the shower still trying to identify the fault.
Ten minutes later He let out a triuphant noise as he found the problem, a leak in the pipe leading into the room. He reached into the hole and felt the pipe figuring a temporary fix, a towel wrapped around it, he reached in tying the towel around it, he got back up and reached out to touch the comm button to report the flaw before changing.
He unfortunately forgot he hadn't yet reported the dodgy wiring in his room. After all it was a far from important problem. He'd been working around it longer than the guests had been there. It proved to be important as his fingers touched the button. It shorted sending an electrical charge through his body. For a brief moment causing the electrics through out the ship to go out.
His own personal lights went out as he sunk in a soggy heap to the ground.
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11:30 am
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| Monday, May 26th, 2008
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10:11 pm - cold shower!
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stockercontrol
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Who: Castor and Open
What: The ship decides it doesn't like him.
Where: Corridor near the gym.
When: 16:40
Warnings: bad language
Summary: ...
The heat on the ship was at a temperature to make most of the crew wander around in summer wear. The fault had been spotted and thankfully they were not loosing fuel or any power through the heat loss. In fact it was the environmental systemts that kept the ship cool where it needed to be and warm in other places. It depended on where the pipes were and what they were doing.
It was just a hassle of a job finding out which pipes were loosing pressure and where the valve had broken. The checks generally done throughout the ship obviously hadn't spotted it.
Unfortunately for Castor he was completely unaware that the pipes he were next to were about to blow ice cold water all over him.
He hummed as he scanned them.
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| Saturday, May 24th, 2008
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1:13 am
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taariq_commannd
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Wednesday April 23nd 2794
Notices
Yep, the temperature is now out. Certain parts of the ship are very uncomfortably warm.
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| Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
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10:03 am - dinner! dinner!
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zanezip
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Who: Zip/Eddie and Open
What: Dinner time!
Where: Kitchen/Dinning room
When: 17:25
Warnings: possible language
Summary: ….
Grabbing a bowl off of Eddie, Zip set out the long table with food that looked white and would taste fairly bland but he had his secret little bottles of flavour. Again. It was pasta. He was getting so sick of pasta! What he wouldn’t give for fresh vegetables and a fresh risen loaf with a huge slab of real butter. Not the pathetic imitation crap. And milk! What he wouldn’t give for real milk. Powdered chemical weird white stuff was all they could use for cups of tea and coffee. Everything was basically powder that he had to try and cook with!
He’d tried to do something nice again though by using another cake mix and throwing some dehydrated fruit in to it. So it was a fairly nice fruit cake.
Drinks were a-plenty on one end of the table. The alcohol supply had cost almost as much as the fuel and water supplies! Okay, perhaps an exaggeration. But near enough.
“Right, time to ring the bell!” He declared walking over to the ship wide intercom. He pressed a finger to it and took out a little bell and rang it. He’d been serious about the bell then. People had wondered if he may have used a gong.
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9:53 am - my heart
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taariqcaptain
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Who: Farah and Open
What: Farah is in a little daze about the love letter
Where: Desk in tech room
When: 15:40
Warnings: none
Summary: ….
Chewing her lip and looking back at that love note Farah sighed. She wasn’t getting much work done was she? Unfortunately she couldn’t stop herself wondering who had sent such a lovely thing to her. She had briefly thought it to be a prank by someone. But no one was that cruel on this ship. She was sure of it.
Sighing she wrinkled her nose as she tried to guess who it was. She’d end up getting so obsessed and somehow trying to find DNA or finger prints off of it. She could just ask people she figured. But it had been unsigned. Like someone was scared or ashamed to feel that way. Resting her chin on to her hand she let out a long sigh.
Who were you mystery admirer?
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| Tuesday, May 20th, 2008
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4:45 pm
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evvil_goodgirl
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Who: Hattie and open
What: walking around getting a little stir crazy
Where: a hallway
When: evening, after dinner
Warnings:none
Summary:...
Though the last few days had been amazing to say the least, Hattie still felt her self itching to see the sun, to go out doors. The need for the outside was getting to her a little more each day. Sure Julian was a great distraction, she felt a goofy smile form on her lips, a really great distraction, he still wasn't a day at the beach. Sure he was better, but sometimes a girl just needed some sun.
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| Sunday, May 18th, 2008
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3:22 pm
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damaged_goods
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Who: Darcy / Sarah briefly / Open
What: Wanting to send a message to someone off ship? Visit
Where: Board Room
When: After Breakfast
Warnings: None
Summary:
Darcy was dressed down for once. He was almost relaxed as he sat in the Board room waiting for the 'Guests' to come by with their messages for family and loved ones. The Crew too, if they felt so incline. He'd spoke to Rei and agreed that he'd gather the messages for Rei to send, incase anyone were to get 'emotional'. Darcy would probably cope with tears better.
In return for doing his job for him, Rei promised to take the fall over the love note to Farah if the need arose.
He smiled glancing up at Sarah as she came with her note. "How long?" he asked
"Not long" she said rubbing her stomach, "its getting.... agitated"
Darcy smiled "You should keep your feet up" he chuckled. As she waddled away again leaving him again alone.
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| Friday, May 16th, 2008
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6:26 pm
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taariq_commannd
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Tuesday April 22nd 2794
Notices
The temperature has been getting hotter and personal letters and messages are to be sent out.
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| Saturday, May 10th, 2008
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8:59 pm - It's her hair and her eyes today...
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| Thursday, May 8th, 2008
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10:49 pm
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damaged_goods
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Who: Vincent / Open
What: Waking up from a Coma
Where: Infirmary
When: 15:05
Warnings: None as of yet
Summary:
Vincent let out a long breath watching it float in the air like little clouds of candyfloss as he walked through the fields of green and yellow. The Sky a mosaic of dark blues and pale blues.
He looked up at the burning red sun, and realised something wasn't right. It was very wrong.
He looked at the painbrush in his hand, as it changed into a gun. "What? NO!" he threw it down only to have it go off and shoot him in the chest. He fell back his head hitting the ground hard.
His eyes suddenly opened. To his shock he wasn't in his abstract countryside. He was in a strange small hospital. A tube down his throat.
He wasn't a happy bunny.
current mood: confused
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| Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
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11:42 am - run, eddie, run
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eddiedoctor
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Who: Eddie and Open
What: Exercise
Where: Gym
When: 19:45
Warnings: none
Summary: …
The temperature must be out of whack today. It was getting a lot hotter on this deck. Eddie shook his head glad he was in his exercise clothes: A rather drab green vest and a pair of shorts. He set his towel down and got on to the treadmill and started at an easy jog. He had his hair tied back and stared at the wall as he ran. He liked to imagine he was running through the forests now. Or along the cliff top back home. With the sea breeze blowing on his face. That was one thing he really missed being on a ship. Wind. He jogged along quite happily though and put on some music in the room. Some good exercising music. He glanced in to the mirror and spotted someone walking in to the room. He gave a nervous little wave.
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11:39 am - A scheme a-foot, bwhaha
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taariqcaptain
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Who: Farah, Zip and Open
What: Farah is sorting out a whole load of messy files
Where: Tech Room
When: 11:09
Warnings: none
Summary: …
The door to the tech room was open, not exactly inviting people in but it wasn’t putting people off from having a nosy inside it. Farah looked down at her communicator and picked it up.
“Farah, I think we’re going to end up passing by a planet.” He said waiting for her to respond.
“A planet!?” She asked curiously. “Hrmm…how come we didn’t spot it coming? What’s the orbit?”
“It’s pretty wide, I can’t tell yet if it’s going to be hospitable either. Or if it’s even tagged. Think we should investigate when we get closer?”
“How long have we got to decide?” She asked,
“One minute.” He looked at the distance and smirked, “We’ve got like…two months.” He chuckled.
“Ah well then.” She shrugged. “Right, y’know what to do then. Get Rei up there too to see about finding out if it’s mapped and if it’s owned. If not we’ll get the coordinates marked down and see about auctioning them. If there’s anything important of course. We just got the one planet?”
“Yeah, for now. We may get lucky and they could be in the right locations in their orbits to pass close to us.” He added, “Oh and there’s a comet about three weeks away, we’ll pass it. I’ve started scanning to see if the ice is contaminated. If not it could really relieve the water problem.” He added.
“It’s all good Zip.” She replied from her location in the tech room. “Right then hun, I best get back to the files. Anything else of interest?”
“No. Is there ever?” He laughed.
“Okay then love. I’m off. See ya later.” She replied.
Setting it down she looked back over the files and groaned. She knew this was her own fault! But she couldn’t be bothered and in truth, didn’t have the time when they were darting from planet to planet, station to station usually. But here, she had a lot of free time. So she was catching up on the filing system. Various touch pads were strewn about on the floor, a few actually sheets of paper, a lap top was open and another computer screen attached to the main memory console on the wall was placed out in front of her. She also had to update a whole load of data they had collected too, the ship had a vast knowledge inside it. More so than most ships of this class usually did. But they didn’t have a previous Captain with a mammoth mind to improve things. Farah sighed as she thought about her Father for a moment. She shook her head and groaned again. Though the contracts caught her eye. She chewed her lip. She didn’t really trust her employer. In fact, she had a sneaky suspicion he’d try something funny. The contracts had one loop hole though. One that she now could exploit. She just needed a willing survivor to come and bug her.
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11:36 am - land a-hoy...well...eventually
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zanezip
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Who: Zip, Farah and Open
What: Zip’s up on the bridge fixing things up and spots something interesting
Where: Bridge
When: 11:09
Warnings: none
Summary: …
Zip sat cross legged at the bridge. He was fixing the speaker next to the second pilots seat. Technically it should be Brody’s seat but Brody was the first pilot in theory. Farah had just never gotten around to changing his title. In truth she liked to bug him with it. Replacing the cover over the speaker he sat back and checked it was working. It seemed fine to him. He heard a beeping coming from behind the cockpit and stood up to investigate. It was hotter than usual today up here. He hoped that the environmental controls weren’t threatening to break. He was wearing his bright blue vest and his brown combat trousers. His implants very much visible and his metal arm in clear view. Not everyone of the survivors had seen him yet. But most didn’t seem phased which he liked. They also hadn’t asked questions which he preferred even more. As far as people knew, he was Farah’s brother. That was that. He bent at the waist to lean on the counter and raised an eyebrow. “Now this could be interesting.” He pulled the chair towards him and sat down opening up the alert message the ship had given him. “Now…what have we…?” He asked himself and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, now this was interesting! Thanks old girl!” He grinned patting the control panel affectionately. He pushed off from the counter and rolled over towards the intercom and punched in the number for Farah’s personal communicator. “Farah, I think we’re going to end up passing by a planet.” He said waiting for her to respond.
“A planet!?” She asked curiously. “Hrmm…how come we didn’t spot it coming? What’s the orbit?”
“It’s pretty wide, I can’t tell yet if it’s going to be hospitable either. Or if it’s even tagged. Think we should investigate when we get closer?”
“How long have we got to decide?” She asked,
“One minute.” He looked at the distance and smirked, “We’ve got like…two months.” He chuckled.
“Ah well then.” She shrugged. “Right, y’know what to do then. Get Rei up there too to see about finding out if it’s mapped and if it’s owned. If not we’ll get the coordinates marked down and see about auctioning them. If there’s anything important of course. We just got the one planet?”
“Yeah, for now. We may get lucky and they could be in the right locations in their orbits to pass close to us.” He added, “Oh and there’s a comet about three weeks away, we’ll pass it. I’ve started scanning to see if the ice is contaminated. If not it could really relieve the water problem.” He added.
“It’s all good Zip.” She replied from her location in the tech room. “Right then hun, I best get back to the files. Anything else of interest?”
“No. Is there ever?” He laughed.
“Okay then love. I’m off. See ya later.” She replied.
Zip took his finger off of the intercom and slid back over to the computer panel and started to narrow down the scan to the planet up ahead. It could be a rock waste land with no point to take the buggy down to it. Though Brody may want to anyway to show off his piloting skills. He looked up and grinned as he spotted someone stood in the doorway. “How long you been there?” He asked pleasantly to turn and see who it was.
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11:32 am - nummy nums
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oxfordgunner
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Who:Oxford and Open
What:Ox want food, ug
Where:Kitchen and Dinning room
When:14:23
Warnings: possible bad language
Summary:…
Now, Oxford was quite sure he shouldn’t be routing through the cupboards in the kitchen but he was bored and hungry! He slammed a door shut, not really knowing his own strength. He straightened up and sighed. He wanted tasty food! He’d head down to the stock room if he didn’t think he’d be molested by Castor. He sighed and opened another cupboard in his quest for food!
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