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Mar. 26th, 2011


Beam Me Up ... and Up ... and Up ... [Open to All]

The Enterprise's transporter device was malfunctioning.

Spock had been working on the bridge to fix the problem for hours, but there was only so much that could be done from the bridge's engineering console. The main problem had to be in the transporter room itself. Were Spock a complaining sort, he would have huffed about how this was a job for Montgomery Scott. But Spock rarely (if ever) complained. And the few times that he did grumble in the presence of others, he was either under the influence of emotional seed spores from exotic mind-altering flowers or ... well, let's just say, his time of the month came around once every seven years and made him a little ... testy.
And there was nothing more annoying than an irritated Vulcan. )

[Note: Open to any and all. Feel free to have your character randomly beamed up to the ship for any length of time, be it a matter of seconds or hours. Multiple interactions and ship-wide exploring encouraged!]

Mar. 1st, 2011


O' Come All Ye Logical [Open]

In the Time of Awakening, the philosopher, Surak, came out of the desert and brought change to all of Vulcan. He proposed a life of logic as a means for ending the brutal warring between the clans. He offered a means for uniting the people of the planet as one. He was a force of reason against hatred and violence and brutality. But peace could not exist without a final battle. There was a group who opposed the teachings of Surak. Surak referred to these lost souls as those who marched beneath the raptor's wings. The last war on Vulcan was fought between the followers of Surak and the opposition. In the end, the opposition fled the planet, colonizing another, light years away, and continuing the emotion-driven life that the rest of Vulcan vowed to keep in their past.

Spock, being half-human, understood what it must have been like for those dissidents. The struggle for control of one's own emotions was difficult enough, but when in the company of others who were driven by feelings, it was nearly impossible. The more time he spent on the Enterprise, the more he could feel himself losing his logic. What worried him was that it was almost a relief. He felt as though he had been burdened by the hardships of his ancestors. And he had two competing set of ancestors to be burdened with.

The path of his father's people was one of peace and control. The path of his mother's people was one of curiosity and the thirst for knowledge. His training on his home planet taught him to submerge his desires to follow his human path, that, in the end, it would only cause him pain and suffering. But where was he now? An adult. A man of two worlds. And having chosen the Vulcan side, he was still experiencing pain and suffering.
He needed balance. )

Jan. 24th, 2011


From One Prison to Another [Jareth]

"We are pleased to say that the two of you have successfully completed your rehabilitation programs and will be provided with immediate release to The City. Remember to mind the food pyramid, drink four full glasses of water a day, and start each morning by looking in the mirror and giving yourself a compliment. Like, My! I am a very handsome fellow. Or, I love myself! Don't forget! An apple a day keeps the monsters away. And always look both ways before crossing the street! Here, have some multivitamins for the road."
Cherry, orange, and grape flavored chewables! )

Jan. 2nd, 2011


Alone Among Others [Open]

Claustrophobia was a feeling that Spock was unaccustomed to. He was usually so calm. So composed. So rigid in his mannerisms and in his thoughts. But something in him had changed since he'd awoken to find himself trapped. Isolated. Restrained. Drugged. How very human of his captors to use internal medications on him. On a physiology that might not have been made for such medications. It brought out the very essence of his Vulcan nature. It tore at his logic, created waves in his mental sea of unwavering strength. He wanted to lash out in anger. In frustration. He wanted to be rashly emotional. He wanted to be violent. And he could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest in response to this destruction of his emotional barrier. A barrier that his mind worked feverishly to repair.

His species was not meant for this kind of confinement. It tasted bitter in his mouth. He felt like he was tiptoeing around an alter-ego of his own making. The inner Spock. The true Spock. The Spock that wanted to give in to both his illogical human and feral Vulcan tendencies. He didn't know how long he could control himself like this. He wanted to beg his captors to keep him sedated. To knock him out of his conscious mind. In slumber, he might be able to fight it off longer. But he couldn't. Another one of his human emotions prevented him from calling out to the ones who had put him in this place. And this was an emotion he could deal with the least.

For the first time since arriving in The City, he felt sad. )

Jan. 24th, 2010


A Lovely Day (open to everyone)

The day was crystal clear. Warm, even, considering what time of year it was. Kids were happily running around the park wearing their shorts and maybe a light sweater. Flowers had bloomed unseasonably. Bees and butterflies busied themselves while birds sang.

To top it all off, in a nice grassy area some picnic tables popped up. They were all covered in food and drink. A big banner unfurled across a nice space that could be seen from the road. It touted "Annual City Picnic" in bold black lettering.

Jun. 19th, 2009


A Quaint Shopping Excursion [Open]

"I require forty-eight centimeters of copper tubing, the circuit board of an early twenty-first century Earth computer, a television antennae, 2.73 grams of gold, four double A batteries, and a detonator for a thermal nuclear reactor. Any Earth power reactor will be sufficient on the reactor," Spock stated in perfect clarity to the clerk of one of The City's hardware stores.

The clerk, a young boy of maybe sixteen, just stared back at the half-Vulcan with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Spock waited for approximately 8.3 seconds before he quirked his brow, cleared his throat, and restated his request. Still, the boy stared at him. The kid didn't know what to think. First of all, the man had pointed ears like some sort of elf. Now this really shouldn't have bothered him. A talking cat came in the other day asking for spare radio parts. But the pointy-eared man talked funny. Like, well, like a computer. And he had weird eyebrows (also pointy) and a funny haircut. And when the boy leaned forward to get a closer look, he could have sworn that the man had a greenish tint to his skin.

Spock wasn't one to show emotions. He understood that humans had an inane fascination with him. It was highly illogical. As far as humanoids went, there wasn't much difference between Terrans and Vulcans. At least, not on the outside. Vulcans were, naturally, more superior in strength, intelligence, and technological advances. But, being Vulcans, they prided themselves on not being overly egotistical about their breed. That wouldn't have been correct in the ways of Surak.

"Do you require a written list to assist you in retrieving these objects?" Spock asked.

"Uhm, no. I think we have the copper. And the batteries. Maybe the TV parts. But I know we ain't got no gold and definitely no thermal nuclear whatchamacallit," the boy replied, after finally getting over his shock.

"The detonator for a thermal nuclear reactor."

"Yeah, that. I'm pretty sure we ain't got that, mister. But we got a nice toaster oven on sale. It toasts four pieces of bread at once, and makes these nice little lines on the bread kinda like bacon swirls. You know? Those wavy lines?"

Spock was at a loss for understanding the common vernacular of this human. Why couldn't humans not speak clearly and succinctly? Certainly that was one of the universe's greatest mysteries.

"It would be appreciated if you could retrieve what items you do have."

"Yes, sir. I will check the stockroom. Just a minute," the boy said, scurrying off to the back of the store.

Spock remained beside the register, arms crossed over his blue Starfleet uniform. He would have to practice subduing his human half. It could be so impatient at times. But in an environment such as this, it was very difficult. Very difficult indeed.

Jan. 25th, 2009


Incoming: one big, green teenager. (OPEN)

"Speed, honestly, if you'd look at where you were aiming instead of--"

Hulkling rounded the corner, fully expecting his teammates to be on his heels and Central Park to be clearly visible to the north. Instead, he'd come out on an empty square. He turned, looking for the others, only to find that no one was lined up in the alley behind him. "Patriot? Wiccan?"

No one. Hulkling frowned and rubbed at a rapidly-healing gash on his arm - some debris from one of Speed's explosions had slashed him across the bicep. Where was he? "Hello?" He called. No one answered; he could see some people in a deli across the street, but there were no pedestrians out and about. It was dark - dark enough to be nearing midnight - and the 'Open' sign blinking cheerfully in the deli window seemed the best bet. Hulkling took a breath and started out into the square. He'd find out where he was, and he'd regroup and go in search of the rest of his team.

Cut to a new panel: A sunny outdoor shot, with a figure in a hooded sweatshirt exiting onto the street. )

Dec. 21st, 2008


Holiday Shenanigans GROUP FOUR

All verbal communication has to be in the form of questions. If a statement or exclamation is made, everybody in the room forgets everything after the point they were placed in the room. There is a sign in the room that says "Do you know the question?" and the door will open if the right question is asked.

Dec. 9th, 2008


Observations [Open]

Spock calculated a significant decrease in The City's temperature since the last time he had been there. Somewhere in the region of at least a 14.6 degree drop, according to his tricorder readings. Though, to be perfectly honest, Spock felt the change immediately upon transporting to the ground from the hovering Enterprise without having to consult his tricorder. Coming from the planet Vulcan, he was much more accustomed to a desert climate. He estimated that this change in weather might cause a .07% decrease in his immune system. He would have to remind himself to turn up the heat on the Enterprise when he returned from his investigating and be sure to drink a substantial amount of fluids. Fortunately, now that he had the ship to himself he wouldn't have to listen to the whining complaints of his human crewmates (who preferred a comfortable 20.5 degrees Celsius.) Even now Spock could hear Dr. McCoy's insufferable agonizing over temperature controls on the bridge whenever Spock was in command, Damnit, Spock! I'm a doctor, not a sand lizard! An obvious and unneccesary comment.

Humans had such an irritating need to vocalize discontent. It was a wonder they managed to invent space flight at all, let alone warp speed.
A snowflake fell upon his nose. )

Nov. 17th, 2008


An Enterprising Return [Narrative]

"Captain, I'm reading an anomalous energy reading off the port nacelle. It appears to be some sort of distortion. The computer estimates an 87.6% chance that it is a fragmented tear in the temporal flux of this galaxy. It is logical to assume that it may be a direct result of the heightened density of the white dwarf at the center of this planetary system," Spock stated as he huddled over his console at the science station on the bridge of the Enterprise NCC-1701.

Captain Kirk sat on the edge of the captain's chair staring off at the monitor, the only view to the space surrounding them from that deck of the ship. His thoughts were on what was out there. And the words of his First Officer went in one ear and out the other. No pun intended, of course.

You're not afraid, are you, Spock? )