| In Her Quarters.... |
[11 Jun 2004|10:22pm] |
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[OOC] This takes place before ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) trip_tucker and ensigntanner PIF to Voyager, before _quark_ makes his latest discovery, waaaay back when I should have posted it. :-/ [/OOC]
:: PERSONAL LOG :: ENCRYPTED :: SECURITY LOCKED ::
I've been trying to correlate PIF subspace connections again *groan*. It still seems to me that when breaking the subspace barrier, which has to be breached to reach our space-time continuum, and linking to our 'plane of existence' shit, I almost sound religious, there should be consistencies: I just don't see any DAMNIT.
These PIFs are definitely similar to the typical static warp bubble produced by our warp engines, but no two have been similar in exactly the same way which makes all my carefully collected, painfully organized data about as valuable as a rancid, steaming pile of SHIT!!!. *sigh*
I'm starting to think we should ignore the prevention side of this project and concentrate on a cure. Maybe we can incorporate Lt. Reed's force fields to create a bubble of spacial-temporal shielding around each new PIF after it forms; keep it contained until it closes again....assuming the PIF detectors and the shield generators can be produced en mass....and that they're coordinated enough to act in time...and --- aw fuck it...
I'm tempted to rig a Heisenberg Compensator with a Tri-Cobalt Quantum filament; mix a little Trilithium and a fresh cup of really hot tea a strong Brownian Motion producer, sit back and watch the fireworks. Shit, this is giving me such a headache...
Enough about work. I think I've finally perfected my video pirating technique. *snicker* I've tapped into the video archives Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink several times - but they aren't highly secured....normally. It's time to attempt a LIVE VIDEO FEED! *lusty grin*
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| In Quarters.... |
[10 Jan 2004|02:02pm] |
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Begin Personal log:
ow Well, I'm feeling the aftermath of last night's festivities. ow I managed to find my way back to my own quarters though I don't remember that bit, and even woke up alone damn it. ow I think my first resolution for the New Year should be a less restrained alcohol intake, from now on. ow
It seemed like the somewhat frightening choice of costumes ow revealed a thing or two about those wearing them , except maybe The Carrot. The sexier crew members were wearing next to nothing we obviously need more frequent costume parties, the Captain was completely covered but hiding nothing, the ex ? Head of Security was a Devil as his behavior in the hall clearly demonstrated, and my Boss was a Cowboy that's self explanatory *rolls eyes*. ow
The Boss also, finally, "announced" the project he's been pretending to hide working on these past few weeks. It looks like he has Kelly and some security types working on it. ow I suppose I should review all the specs of his workup since I know the damn micro manager expects it, but I have quite ow a bit else going on and since he enjoys bitching about the way I do things, I might as well give him a good reason for it.
</strike>Ow!</strike>
I think I'll go looking for that barkeep, Quirk , since there's no way I'm going to Sickbay. I could use a little Hair of the Dog not Porthos!. My head is imploding.
And I managed to avoid the Quartermaster last night. Shit! What am I gonna do about that awkward situation? Shit! Shit! OW! Shit!
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| Catching up...again... |
[19 Oct 2003|11:10pm] |
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I'm coming off a double shift, making up for all the time I've spent in my quarters, while some of our bridge officers were in the hands of kidnappers. I was replacing Tucker. I managed to convince him he needed some time off. Actually, he needed very little convincing. I'm sure he went to movie night. They were planing to play one of those gawd awful sci-fi serials. I hope he had a good time.
I wonder if the quartermaster would take laundry for B Deck out of schedule. Maybe some of the washing machines need an upgrade, and I can get myself a favor in return. Those things look like old toasters. *snicker*
Well, I'm off to the armory to fetch the missing phase pistol. May God rest my soul.
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| The medication is finally wearing off... |
[16 Oct 2003|05:09pm] |
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"...meet me in the red room..." |
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My first full day back has been fairly uneventful. Plenty of paperwork had piled up - not surprising considering the hits this department has taken. The Boss doesn't care for that shit on his best days, and these past few have been hell on everybody. Rostov, in particular, has been given special leave time by the Captain. I wish he'd do the same for the Boss.....Tucker's been draggin' since I've been back. I don't know how long he's been carrying on like that. It's not healthy.
Tom Paris is no longer considered a major risk though I still plan to avoid him if I can. In fact, he's laid up in sickbay it's become a popular place to be. I don't think Lt. Reed ever completely relaxes when it comes to these 'visitors' that come and go through the PIF. So he won't be relaxing on his sick leave, as I'm pretty sure we received another visitor during the rescue mission. I'll have to find this new guy and introduce myself I've been told he has presence.
I managed to find the micro-caliper I had in my tool belt on the last away mission from Hell. It would have been seriously irritating to have lost that thing Tucker would have given me endless amounts of shit....as many times as I have harassed him over losing those damn things. Hmmm.... Maybe I'll tell him I lost it. It'd be worth it to see him smile. On the other hand, we seem to be missing a phase pistol. I'll have to check with the armory - maybe they have it. Fisher must have grabbed it while I was unconscious. I'll have to go to the armory to get it back. Whatever his gripes about my sidestepping regulations, I'm sure he doesn't want Engineering shortchanged in a crisis.
It sounds like an interesting film might be shown on movie night. Hopefully, I can make it this time. Though I'd be happy to work if Tucker wanted to go. He and Reed need to have a night off together to relax.
OOC: I think I've read all the relevant posts. If I've screwed anything royally – please let me know. ;-)
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| Still in Sickbay....I Think...um... |
[04 Oct 2003|10:57am] |
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"...the machine that goes PING..." |
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::counting the blinking lights on the panel above the biobed::
I wonder what's wrong with me...?
::hears the abduction announcements, watches people scurry faster::
What happened to my phaser...?
::turns head enough to see jars of eels, turns away quickly, panel begins blinking more rapidly::
Shit! shit...?
::loses consciousness once more, dreams of salt air...and sailing.......::
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| In Sickbay... |
[29 Sep 2003|07:11pm] |
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"...Spam, spam, spam, spam, Spam, spam..." |
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::wearing a drugged smirk, glazed eyes opening and closing slowly::
.....cheeeeeeeeeeeeeez.......haaaa....mwahhhaaaa...
...hahahaha.........haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam....hm..hmmmm.....
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| Let the great 'plot device' hunt begin... |
[22 Sep 2003|10:39pm] |
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"...black hole sun, won'tcha cum..." |
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It looks like I'll be accompanying Ensign Sato and two of our guests down to the planet. I'm not familiar with the two visitors, but I'll be wearing my thickest skin around Sato I look forward to getting to know them. It sounds like we'll have plenty of interesting scenery: purple soil, ancient temples acid water.....Oh joy. At least they're not calling this one 'shore leave'. ::rolls eyes::
We'll be riding the 'Delta Flyer' to the southeastern part of the city Thank God we're not taking The Shuttlepod of Doom *shudder*. I'll be taking a PADD with all the info we've gathered on this planet, a PADD with the complete specs of the parts we're looking for, all the tools we should require, my phaser, just in case, and a Tuna fish sandwich (Thanks, Chef!). Oh, and a camera Tucker is rubbing off on me....Yummy!. Too bad we aren't allowed to pick up souvenirs unless we're quick about it. *snicker*
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| I just needed to find a public place... |
[20 Sep 2003|11:58am] |
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I can't sleep in my quarters, but sleeping in high traffic areas is not a problem. Part of T'Pol's LJ Effect ... or, something more insidious...? The staff thinks it's funny I can sleep through a pan-dimensional occurrence I find this whole Q bullshit hard to believe. Maybe I wasn't the only one dreaming.
I still feel a little off. Parts of the left side of my body still refuse to wake up and I don't need the negative attention my bad posture is getting...Bastards. The boss hasn't mentioned my absence yet I'm pretty sure he was sleeping in his office. *snicker* So, he'll probably let this one pass.
The only real evidence of Godlike intervention, is the complete disappearance of b_9 rest in peace, suckah. Sensors can't locate him. But I'm hanging onto this phaser. It fits nicely into the regulation tool belt. Besides, wearing the belt, I can keep a micro caliper away from Tucker. The bastard is always loosing them.
The only negative to come out of my nap time is a nasty rumor about Foster and me. How revolting ridiculous is that? That jackass probably started this goddamned rumor himself. Just goes to show how fucking unreliable untrue rumors can be.
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| In the mess hall... |
[19 Sep 2003|06:43am] |
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*ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZ*
*snort*
Oooo...yes.....right there...oooO
*mumble*
*zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz*
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| Did I mention the lunatics... |
[18 Sep 2003|11:35am] |
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"...ten seconds to love..." |
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No time to roam the halls today. Still cleaning up after B_9's attempt to reconfigure the warp core. And I'm still carrying a phaser, in case he shows up for round two. We're now chasing down all the secondary and tertiary relays fused by the overloads. Foster has been given the task of chasing down the android I expect he's spending most of his time chasing down rumors instead ::rolls eyes::
The rumor mill isn't giving me any joy today, and it should. There's quite a smorgasbord going around: Rostov and Tanner, Lore and Travis, The Captain and Reed, T'Pol and Cake....but, where's my sticky sweet stuff?
I wonder if I can adjust this phaser to vibrate...
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| Frozen in time... |
[16 Sep 2003|12:07am] |
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::backing away from the warp core panels in Engineering::
::phase pistol trained on b_9, nerves fraying, muscles freezing up::
Damn it! Ihatewhenshitlikethishappenstome!
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| We all want cake... |
[14 Sep 2003|10:43pm] |
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Security has notified all departments to be on the lookout for T'Pol. She is seeking cake in some kind of Expanse induced delirium. For fuck's sake they should get Chef to bake a cake. She should smell it from anywhere on the ship damn freaky Vulcan.
Commander Tucker is obsessing over details lately. He's not happy with my Sexaholics suggestion he's really living in his own little world if he can't see what's going on around here, I mean Shit, I think even the Captain is aware of it....and part of it *snicker*. I've been volunteering for every job outside main engineering that has come up to avoid him any further argument.
I've been having some fucked up nightmares *shudder* trouble sleeping. Rather than visit sickbay as if *snort*, I've been walking the corridors which is almost as scary as sickbay .... thanks to all the wandering lunatics ... and I don't necessarily mean the Vulcans *snicker*. It seems to be working not.
I used that extra 'up' time to review the pilfered security video from the Incursion. Just looking for censored bits checking the timing of it all. There was nothing I could use new except that bit with Rostov! Good God! *snicker*.
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| The doctors are out in force today... |
[13 Sep 2003|01:02pm] |
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"...blue eyes....baby's got....blue eyes..." |
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I'll have to go to the mess hall by way of the bridge to avoid passing sickbay. *shudder*
There was an encounter in the armory yesterday, involving Commander Spock. It's been announced he'll be placed in doctor Phlox's care Poor Bastard when he is captured, though I have to wonder why he won't be placed in the brig I hear the blue guy wants companionship *snicker*. It's enough trouble getting things done on this ship without having to worry about roving mental cases and their extremist physicians *shudder*.
I have recommended that the staff attend at least one meeting of doctor Bashir's Sexaholics Anonymous meetings. The usual graphically sexual gossip has stopped. So much silence can only mean thought has turned to action *snort* except in my case. *sigh* Time to build another vibrator. Kelly said she would definitely be attending I wonder what's up with that *snicker*, and I've asked her to give me her thoughts on it later 'cause I sure as Hell ain't goin' *snort*
PS: ..passed the Captain near guest quarters last night...I wonder if he'll be attending the Sexaholics Anonymous meeting...*snicker*...
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| Closing the chapter... |
[12 Sep 2003|02:12pm] |
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The Incursion overview last night was excruciating enlightening. The Captain praised the creativity of the whole engineering staff. I was such a wreck, I can't remember if I mentioned my phase pistol fiddling or not! Shit! The bridge Incursion was the more entertaining of the two by being long enough to have a plot, for starters...*groan* They were especially creative if you like goofy dialogue and cheesy acting. The Captain and Lt Reed were pleased with everyone's performance, but made it clear they don't want anyone relaxing because of that fact. And the Captain knows why I cleaned out those exhaust ports, he practically pointed to me and said it! *groan* This Floomdoomian obviously deserves to die. *sigh*
The reception following the film was pleasant if you could ignore the flying fur *snicker* . I saw, but didn't get to meet Thank God, a few of the folks from a future Enterprise this shit just messes with my mind...I wonder if the Suliban and their time war have anything to do with this Plot Implausibility dooflotchy. So much for the Incursion... time for a 'brain dump'
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| Presentation as Entertainment... |
[11 Sep 2003|12:20pm] |
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Shit! Shit! The Captain has asked me to provide 'a unique point of view' on the Incursion Highlights tonight. Cleaning those exhaust ports was a fucking waste of time! The confrontation in Engineering was over quickly so quickly I barely remember it happening , so my part in this presentation should be minor Thank God. Damn, I wish I knew what the 'Highlights' were. This could be embarrassing. Shit!
The staff seems excited about the premiere bastards , it's not like they get to see first run movies very often I think we're lucky we get speakies *rollseyes*. Some of them Rostov, Damn kiss ass might even have staring roles. Is Rostov grinning? Damn Prima Donna!
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| I just can't catch a break... |
[10 Sep 2003|11:55am] |
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"I got a job makin' money for the man..." |
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I turned in my account of the Incursion this morning well...left it with the night shift for the Captain's 'In' box...it was SoooOOoo late . Since everyone seems to have noticed the 'time distortions' that were taking place during the exercise, my explanation won't earn me a trip to the loony bin should make sense. I also included all the sensor data I collected and analyzed which should make it look like it wasn't thrown together at the last minute. I even tacked on a compliment to Rostov for his part in my defeat he's got his nose so far up Tucker's butt, I don't think I'd be doing myself any favors if I overlooked that fact . Now I think I can put this whole business behind me except the bit about seeing Spock outside Engineering that evening, I'm still worried I hallucinated that .
I think I'll get Kelly or Rostov to assist me in cleaning out the exhaust ports today doesn't hurt to kiss a little ass when the Captain just might be upset about the late report .
OOC: Woo Hoo! Season Three!
PS: I will ignore the events in S3 till I notice someone here mentioning them.
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| In Hess' Quarters |
[09 Sep 2003|09:51pm] |
::siting at desk, flipping through screens on monitor::
Shit! Shit! Where'd that memo come from!
::sweeps debris off desk space, searching for a PADD::
Shit! Shit!
::finds one, begins typing furiously::
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| Things seem to be building... |
[09 Sep 2003|11:51am] |
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"Oh I'm in...In over my head..." |
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The crewmen and ensigns seem happier today, on the whole I guess Reed has started taking advantage of the situation *snicker* . Excitement over the exercise, or the wedding, has died down though everyone's still a bit conspiratorial. In cornering asking Zabel about it, I only found out that Rostov was responsible for the door alarm on Engineering during the Incursion. It seems the staff was reluctant to tell me about it, they thought I'd be upset with Rostov and they'd be right ... Damn kiss ass .
Readings, power output in particular, are on a mild downward spiral I think. This is probably just more of the Expanse Effect or whatever T'Pol is blaming it all on lately , but since there is definitely a trend, I've sent messages to all department heads like anybody actually reads those memos . I hope we're not on the verge of something disastrous *sigh* This just means more grunt work for me. Time to start more tests.
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| Back to the grind... |
[08 Sep 2003|09:49am] |
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"...Lets set sail with Captain Morgan..." |
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I barely made it to the 'church' on time. It was a lovely ceremony till the redhead showed up . My head was still pounding, so I barely gave my 'Congratulations' to the grooms before going to bed. Spock and McCoy make an interesting couple. I think I saw Spock outside Engineering during the Incursion. I'll have to angle a way to ask him about it.
There's still not an 'official' report on the Incursion available, as of this morning and with Reed on Medical Leave, I guess it'll be a while .
Also, an inordinate amount of gossip is circulating this morning, probably due to the skanky lush wedding. No need to take up the subject with the Commander especially since most of it actually had to do with Reed. I think every man on this ship wants to screw the lieutenant, no wonder he's so high strung. *snicker*
Shit! Is that the correct time? Better move on to the maintenance checks before Tucker gets another bug up his ass .
OCC: What Time Zone are the characters of Treksoap: Enterprise existing in?
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