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!)

Comments

[snapturtle]

And now with that, she finally turns around to address the... whatever he is.

"B'Elanna Torres. Now... what, specifically, is wrong with the replicators?"

[spoiledegg]

Disaché flicks his hand then crosses his arms. Honestly they'd have saved a lot of time if she'd just addressed his issue without this name business. Like he's going to remember it anyway. Maybe he'll put a note in his contact list.

"They won't give me what I want."

[snapturtle]

"You need to be more specific than that," B'Elanna replied, folding her arms and trying her best to reign in her impatience and not doing a very good job.

[spoiledegg]

Disaché gives a long sigh, not giving B'Elanna the courtesy of holding back his own impatience.

"I have a very specific request that covers my exact nutritional and taste requirements. I fed the computer the exact specifications down to the molecular structure of the components. What it produced was not that."

He wants his space age delicious nutrient bars, dammit.

[snapturtle]

"I know the replicators are malfunctioning. They're on the list, but there's more important things to fix first. Your specifications might be too much for the system to handle right now. You're going to have to tough it out with the rest of us."

Sorry Disache, but you're not going to be finding much sympathy with this one.

[spoiledegg]

"This is ridiculous!" Disaché says, lifting his hands in frustration.

"What sort of barbaric spacecraft is this that doesn't prioritize the nutritional requirements of its passengers?! Next you'll be telling me to 'tough it out' if these malfunctioning contraptions fail to correctly produce water!"

Honestly, you'd think he was about to starve with all his whining. The plump status of the tail hidden under his tunic suggests otherwise.

[snapturtle]

Folding her arms, B'Elanna gives him a very pointed look.

"Will it kill you to eat something else for awhile?"

That question is actually half serious.