Welcome to the Illyria!

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Stardate 58561.8: Day One

Now that you've all got your room assignments and communicators, it's time to explore this ship. Please check out the deck plans to figure out where you're going. You can read about some of the existing crew members you might run into here.

Even those of you who may feel right at home on a spaceship will find that the Illyria is definitely a bit... different. Mostly because she's kind of a wreck right now. Whatever it was that threw the ship all the way out here to wherever we are, it really did a number on the ship itself. There's a lot of damaged areas, and several of the ship's systems have been compromised. You'll find that the replicators don't always work right (I asked for hasperat and I got pok tar!?), the turbolifts are unusually persnickety (I said bridge, not engineering!), and the environmental controls in your quarters may not do as they're told (why is it snowing in Room 4J?). Several corridors are blocked by debris, and more often than not the lights are flickering if they're on at all.

So what will you do? Help clean up the mess in the hallways? Try some bizarre alien food in the mess hall? Try and infiltrate restricted areas to get a peek at the ship's systems? Feel free to make your own top level comment, and treat this as a big mingle. Get to know your new crewmates, explore your new home, make friends or enemies, and whatever you do, don't try the gagh. If you need the captain or the first officer, please let a mod know, but try and stick to threading with your fellow new recruits!


(Don't worry about the entry tags for the moment, they will be added shortly. Before we throw ourselves into missions on alien planets, we wanted everyone to have a chance to get to know one another, so please use this opening log as an opportunity to kick off some CR with crewmates and bunk buddies, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask a mod!)

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[snapturtle]

Finding herself on another Starfleet vessel had been jarring, sure. But then, weird things tended to happen when you were stranded out in the middle of nowhere. She's just managed to find herself in the middle of a different nowhere. Without a single person she actually knew, and weird people showing up along with her. What the hell is going on?

B'Elanna didn't take much time to ponder that though. Not with everything going on and the ship being a wreck. It was just like when they had been flung across the galaxy. Both Voyager and the Val Jean had sustained quite a bit of damage. This was a situation she unfortunately knew all too well. So she hit the ground running.

Whether anyone wanted her to or not, B'Elanna had grabbed the first tool kit she found and got to work. She knew her way around a Starfleet ship well by now. In fact, this one was similar to Voyager at about half the size. Pushing herself into engineering and elbowing into repair there, she had gotten a couple cocked eyebrows from the Vulcans there. Another engineer had tried to give her a hard time for being in a restricted area but she was quick to snap at them.

"Your chief is dead, the ship is in pieces, and you want to argue about protocol? Either we can stand around debating this or you can get the hell out of my way and let me help."

Well. The argument hadn't lasted long to say the least.

The critical systems of course took priority, and then things could be worked on from there. Thus she could be at varying locations at different times all across the ship. In engineering, in Jeffries tubes, in the maintenance areas, in corridors. She even has the gall to walk onto the bridge to see to repairs. Not asking permission and not apologizing. If someone wanted to confront her, that was fine, but they will get a gruff rebuttal. In fact she will only get crankier the more time goes on as she burns the midnight oil, staying up at all hours to work.

Someone might even stumble upon her taking a quick cat nap in a weird location. She could probably use something to eat too, but that was luxury she didn't really have much time to indulge in. Especially with the replicators not working right.

[nobettycarver]

Peggy had done a little shouting of that type in her own time, too. The sound of B'Elanna berating a crewmember who was giving her a hard time had attracted her attention, and she diverted her route to draw a little closer.

The crewmember scurried away, leaving the two women alone in a heavily damaged corridor where the lights flickered merrily on and off in a dizzying rhythm.

She wasn't quite sure what to make of the odd forehead ridges on the woman's forehead, but it was either a deformity - in which case, Peggy shouldn't stare - or it was normal - in which case, Peggy should try to pretend that it was normal for her, too.

So she strode up to a nearby doorway where pieces of debris had fallen and blocked the door from closing. It was making a rather annoying, repetitive beeping noise.

"I'm Peggy Carter," she offered, after a moment.

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna huffed a bit once the crew member scurried away, leaving her to her work again. The woman turning back to the open panel with a tool that had a red light on the end.

Though she pauses as someone else decides to walk up to her. Expecting it to be another crew member, or the same one before, she shoots Peggy a glare. ... Only to realize that its... not a crew member. And her expression instantly softens up, especially after the introduction.

"... B'Elanna Torres."

[nobettycarver]

Peggy nodded politely at the introduction. "A pleasure to meet you, uh--" She paused, peering at the insignia on B'Elanna's collar. The various colours and insignia were still somewhat beyond her, and she didn't dare guess. She'd been around far too many military people to chance over- or under-estimating someone's rank. "I'm sorry, miss Torres, but what is your rank and position?" she finally settled on, arching a brow and smiling self-deprecatingly. "I'm rather new here, as you probably guessed."

[snapturtle]

She catches the look at her collar and Peggy will notice that B'Elanna doesn't have the same pips that the other Starfleet officers are wearing. That's going to take some explaining.

"Lietenant, Junior Grade. And actually, I'm new here too. This... isn't my ship."

[nobettycarver]

That's definitely part of why she's having some uncertainty about B'Elanna's rank. "Lieutenant, then," she says agreeably, inclining her head, then she sobers. "You're new as well? But you do seem like you belong here."

[senkan_yamato]

Yamato had heard that these 'replicators' were malfunctioning and been a bit puzzled by the explanations that there was no chef or backup stores of food. She had also heard that someone had been working very hard, and so had experimented with the ship's stores a bit. There wasn't much, but she had found that the replicators could produce barely acceptable rice for making Onigiri, and she had made up a batch by hand, forming them into neat triangles which now rested on a plate. She had also found the time to prepare some ramune and ice cream with the aid of her own equipment and had put a bowl of the desert and a bottle of the drink on the plate with the rice balls and was now searching for the rumored engineer.

Perhaps the pair of legs sticking out into the hallway from an access hatch was the party in question?

[snapturtle]

And she would be right. The pair of legs sticking out into the corridor did belong to that certain engineer. Some bumping around and the beeping of tools could be heard inside the access hatch.

After a few moments though, B'Elanna slid out to grab another tool when... she spotted what appeared to be a girl standing nearby. The woman blinks, staring up at Yamato for a moment before finally addressing her.

"Can I help you?"

[senkan_yamato]

Yamato knelt down until she was sitting on her knees, legs neatly folded beneath her, and offered the plate. "I had heard that you had missed a few meals. This is just a snack, but I believe you will find it refreshing." The tall Japanese battleship set the plate down between them and looked down on it. "This is...all I am good for right now, except maybe lifting heavy things."

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna just sat there in stunned silence for a few moments as the girl knelt down and placed the food in front of her. Literally leaving the engineer speechless.

"You didn't have to do that..." she starts. And she certainly hadn't expected it either. But... it was a kind gesture, and it would be rude to turn her down.

"... Thank you."

[senkan_yamato]

Well, that earns a faint smile. "I, Yamato do not need thanks for such a humble effort." Never mind that getting the rice had taken an hour of fiddling with a machine she barely understood. "These are very simple, even a child could make them. And as for the other things, I had the materials to make them on hand. For one like me, this is hardly a generous offering."

Despite her protests the six triangular rice-balls were each perfectly identical with pleasingly rounded edges and corners. The ice cream was slightly melted but looked to be a bland but inoffensive vanilla. The bottle of soda...was made of glass, and had no cap, just a ball held in the neck by pressure. Yamato had thoughtfully provided a chopstick to poke it aside with, but hadn't considered that not everyone might be familiar with traditional Japanese delights.

[spoiledegg]

"You!" Disaché strides purposefully towards B'Elanna. "You seem to know what you're doing as far as repairing things goes."

Stopping, he crosses his arms. "The... replicator things." Which he'd love to know more about at another time. "They refuse to print anything edible. I'm getting hungry.'

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna is busy reaching into an access panel and replacing some of the circuitry when Disache decides to grace her with his presence. She doesn't even bother to look up from what she's doing, her lips pursing a bit as his grating words fill her ears.

"If I see Lieutenant You, I'll be sure to let them know."

The sarcasm is heavy on her voice.

[spoiledegg]

Disaché purses his lips as well into a bit of a pout. Ugh, what is it with people not doing what he wants? He hasn't even been here a day and he's already desperately missing Aeront.

"Very droll," he says. "You don't exactly have a nametag or ID code I can ping. So... the human in black and yellow currently occupying this hallway, I require your assistance."

[snapturtle]

"Or, you could try to act like a civilized member of society and ask what my name is."

Sorry, sir. But if she's going to help you, she'd like for you to at least try to be polite. She's pretty busy here after all.

[spoiledegg]

Letting out a long sucking sound of tongue against teeth, as if B'Elanna was the one being unreasonable here, Disaché points a splayed palm at her and asks, "Fine. What's your name?"

His tone is flat enough that it barely sounds like a question.

[farmboyjedi]

Luke did spot her as he was walking around, seeing where he could help. He was curious about the engineering and mechanical areas, the Skywalker knack driving him to look and learn. It made him wish Jaina were here; she'd probably be able to fix half the stuff on her own if she had to.

He could tell the female he came across was of mixed species; she seemed humanoid, but had a slightly different appearance and Force presence. Being familiar with various races meant he didn't give it much of a thought, though. Humans seemed to be able to breed with quite a few 'near human' species even after so much divergence over the millennia.

Luke initially didn't say much because she was sleeping, but she'd probably see him if she woke up.

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna had found herself a small corner at the end of a corridor, next to an open panel. When she couldn't think clearly enough to focus properly on her work, she knew it was time to take a few minutes for a nap. Except that nap had stretched on a bit longer than she had intended.

However, she was a light enough sleeper to realize when someone was nearby. The woman jerking awake and looking up at Luke. A stunned expression on her face, and then a disapproving frown.

"Do you mind?"

[farmboyjedi]

"Oh, sorry. I was just on my way somewhere. It was just hard not to get concerned, considering how run down this thing is. You look all right, though." Luke answered.

It was true, it seemed like anyone could get hurt at any chance around here. And he hadn't expected someone in the halls, so it was really only natural to make sure he didn't need to call sick bay or something. At least that wasn't necessary as far as he could tell.

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna sighed and stretched for a moment before moving back back to the open panel.

"It's all right. I should get back to work anyway."

[fist_of_hydra]

Bucky spent quite a bit of his time helping to clean up the ship. It felt good to use the strength HYDRA had given him for a positive purpose, to help people instead of hurting them. And here he didn't have to hide the fact that he was impossibly strong for a human, not in a place where he was surrounded by literal aliens.

So when he came across someone in a crew uniform struggling to push an oversized chunk of debris away from an access panel, he only hesitated for a moment before forcing himself to speak up. He hated drawing attention to himself, especially official attention, but that hunk of... whatever the fuck the ship was made of... wasn't going to move itself.

"Need a hand?"

[snapturtle]

Now B'Elanna is certainly not a weak woman. Far from it. Her strength is a little above that of the average human. However, moving this fallen chunk of metal is proving to be more than a bit challenging. In fact, she gets so frustrated, that she slams her palms on it with a snarl.

But when someone comes up from behind her and offers assistance, she nearly jumps out of her skin, whirling around to stare. A few moments of irritation and sheepishness later, she nods and replies in an exasperated tone.

"Yes... Yes, please.

[fist_of_hydra]

Not for a moment had Bucky considered her weak. Though it might have been true that his polite offer to help was prompted by her being a woman, that wasn't because he thought that made her automatically weak. It was because his ma would have tanned his backside with a peach switch for not offering help to a struggling lady.

He'd still have helped a guy, he'd probably just have ribbed them about it instead of being polite. Everyone had physical strength limits, and that chunk looked too heavy for anyone without super strength.

Fortunately, Bucky had super strength and an extra powerful mechanical arm. Though muffled by the fabric hiding it, the arm made a few faint pneumatic sounds as he casually hefted the debris and set it aside, out of the way.

"Anything else I can help with?" he asked as he turned back to her. He kept his distance, out of reach and peering at her through a curtain of obscuring hair, the habit of hiding his face still too ingrained. "I dunno much 'bout electrical and mechanical things, but I can't just sit around cooling my heels."

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna was going to help too but... it became clear that he didn't need it. She just stood there and stared as he lifted the chunk of metal away like it was nothing. ... She's not even sure the strongest Klingon or android could have done that so effortlessly. She did catch the faint mechanical sounds though.

"Um... well, fortunately I do. But I know what you mean."

She's not the type to just sit around cooling her heels either.

"There's a lot of cleanup to do though, if that's your thing."

[fist_of_hydra]

"Yeah, been doing that," he agreed, shrugging. "Just thought maybe there was something specific I could help you with, since you seem to know what you're doing and all."

The staring made him uncomfortable. Being the center of attention always made him uncomfortable at best, these days. He glanced away, avoiding her gaze, then made an effort to drag his eyes back to hers. He had to learn how to deal with people again.

"I'll leave you to it, if there's nothing I can do. Uh... though, when you get a minute, and I know that's prob'ly gonna be a month from now, but... it's snowing in my quarters. Like, foot of snow on the floor and the bunks are covered in ice. I dunno if there's a list or something I should be adding that to, somewhere."