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  1. Chen's easy-going Human demeanor slipped away into the neutral expression most people considered the only expression Vulcans had. She scanned the information on the command console at her chair and let the data free-fall in her mind for a moment. She shook her head, "With that spacial distortion I don't know that there is a course of action that's free from danger. We could send out our shuttles with transporter amplifiers in a sphere pattern to see if we could cut through the interference and lock on to the survivors. They could close in until either the amplifiers work or the shuttles are close enough for on-board rescue. That risks the fewest people, allows the Odysseus to keep a safe distance, and I think has the best chance of actually getting them out of there. Every other option I can think of either risks the Odysseus or leaves the rescue parties without the shielding of a shuttle craft if the ship does explode." The XO glanced over to Lieutenant Jelal to see if the junior officer had any ideas of her own to propose.
  2. Silas' eyes, on the other hand, were wide as saucers at the supernatural display. Then again, he'd always been a pretty good mark for Roach's prank. He wasn't gullible - any more so than your average kid at least - but he tended to get caught up in the moment and not always think of things in a critical way. Dylan had been electric-ice shocking him every time they'd touched for over a month now and it had only occurred to him less than ten minutes ago that maybe that wasn't just a reaction to a crush. So Evelyn controlling the lighting of the room without the use of her hands or a remote definitely grabbed the attention of his hind-brain and had him wishing Dylan was still there. “This is the best story yet,” Quinn said suddenly, “and it looks like even Silas bought it.” She started clapping but Silas could tell she wasn’t happy or even amused -- she was mad. “Bravo, bravo. Even Roach and Hank are getting into it.” Silas had sidled in her direction without even realizing it, seeking out the reassurance of his best friend. “Uh,” he said softly, “I don’t know exactly what that was, Quinn, but. . . I don’t think it was a Roach kinda trick.” He hesitated, about to mention something about Dylan’s effect when touching people and then blushed - probably no one else had experienced it, he realized. He looked towards Evelyn, brushing shoulders with Quinn now and regaining some equilibrium just from her presence. “Go on, Evelyn,” he prompted their host a little more firmly. He’d gotten past shock and fear now and he wanted answers. “I think everyone would like to know what’s happening and why.”
  3. Dylan hesitated, glancing over at Silas. The younger boy squeezed his hand and then let go, silently indicating that he was fine; Dylan nodded faintly and then disappeared back into the house to fetch the older man. Silas moved a little nervously back into the room and sat down in one of the antique looking chairs. "I didn't tell them about the book. I mean, they already knew. They were looking for it. They thought it was in the box we brought back. Dylan said it's dangerous. . . but he didn't say how. He said that wasn't his story to tell, not entirely." He turned to look at Evelyn at that last bit, giving the girl the floor but also clearly putting her on the spot to catch the rest of the group up on whatever it was that was actually going on.
  4. The song from the creature, so alien but a song, brought Persephone up short. They were fighting it without knowing what it was or why it was here. It was wreaking havoc, yeah. It needed to be moved away from people, but just punching into it. . . .that didn't feel right. The boat was to the shore now and the people on it were making a fast retreat away from the beach; Persephone and her wind spirit flew back up to try and figure out a better way to handle this. Her eyes caught on a island a little ways offshore, not much more than a rocky outcropping poking above the water. She called out to Incantatrix, "Help me push it towards the island!" Calling on the wind and water spirits around her, she tried to do the same to get the creature away from the city without just attacking it. And it was working. The creature lurched back and began to tumble towards the island. That's what it looked like at first, at least. But it was getting smaller. Not from distance but because it was shedding moss and fish and seaweed each time a spirit pushed on it. Persephone moved in closer, eyes scanning for the person or creature that might be at the center of it all. By the time she set foot on the rocks of the island, the last few fish flopped back into the water and away from dry, airy death. There was nothing left. Persephone stared at where the last parts of the creature had come undone, her eyes wide and tears threatening to spill over. Did I kill it? I didn't. . .that wasn't. . .oh, god, did I just kill someone? Her breath came in ragged little gasps as her mind spun and the sound of the surf filled her ears like an accusing roar.
  5. On the turbolift, Chen gave Parker a smile - something that most people found strange on her strongly Vulcan features until they got used to her. "That was clever, by the way. The transporter idea. Dangerous, but clever. That sort of out of the box thinking is what you need when you're out in the uncharted spaces; just make sure you weight the risks and have some sort of backup plan before you take a really big leap. What would you have done if we couldn't beam everyone to the shuttle? How would you have saved that man and yourself, since you would have been the farthest from the shuttle and the ship might be breaking apart at that point?" The tone of the questions was clearly more 'mental exercise' than actually looking for an immediate answer from the pilot. When the doors opened, Commander Chen's smile faded to a focused expression as she took her place next to the captain. "What's our situation?" she asked her superior.
  6. No problem! Also, I just realized in going through our character's sheets that it's the two guys that are the group healer (Hank) and back-up healer (Silas). That makes my heart happy today.
  7. So, since Part One is now done and I, at least, totally forgot we were doing XP in the game, I went through and looked up all the XP given out so far. Here's what I come up with: Summertime Blues I: 2 XP II: 3 XP III: 2 XP IV: 0 XP V: 0 XP VI: 0 XP VII: 3 XP Bonus #1: 1 XP Running total: 11 XP Does that look correct/what you wanted, Nina?
  8. Silas stepped out into the dimly lit foyer, the small lamp between the front doors and the living room vainly trying to provide light to the entire space. The yellowed beams gave up completely by the time they reached the stairs leading up to the second floor, leaving that area in ominous shadows. He softly shut the door behind him and listened to the sounds of the house, trying to track Dylan’s movements. Music drifted towards him from the direction of the living room, but he couldn’t make out the lyrics or the singer. The rest of the house was silent in the warm summer night. He sidled over to the living room, expecting to see Mr. Clairburn listening to a record or something equally as so-last-century. That wasn't who he was looking for, but better to start with eliminating one room than to just wander aimlessly about. The room was empty, though, save for another beleaguered lamp this time lighting up the space directly around the table it was sitting on and the overstuffed chair set next to the fireplace. The music was coming from the far side of the living room from a door with a bar of light under the bottom. He made his way over to the closed door, years of sneaking around in the woods granting him swift, quiet movements. Once to the far wall, he could see down through an open archway off the back of the living room that led into a hallway with a door to the left and let out at the other end to another large room. A billiard’s room, he thought idly, years of playing Clue with his parents and friends finally having real world application in correctly identifying the billiards table he could make out in there. The door halfway down the hallway had a bar of light under it as well; Silas figured that one and the one he was lurking at must lead to the same room. "That house wasn't built back then; they built those three in the eighties and nineties. You might not be able to go there,” Clairburn said from the other side of the closed door. "That land was ours once before it was Walsh land,” Dylan disagreed mildly. “It won't keep me out." The teenager blinked at the odd snippet of conversation, hanging back a little as curiosity bit even harder on him. Does Dylan have an allergy to the 80's or something? He pressed his lips together hard to keep from laughing at the strange mental image. "I don't like it," Clairburn spoke again as the music changed to another song by an artist Silas had never heard before. It sounded old. "It’s too soon. What is the rush?" Dylan opened the door down the hallway to the billiard room, a smile spreading across his expression when he caught sight of Silas. He leaned over enough to not be seen by the man in the other room and held a finger to his lips to keep Silas quiet, then turned back to the room the Clairburn was in and shrugged. "Losing the Hannah girl has her worried, she's afraid that if we leave it there something may happen to the Johanson girl." Silas' heart nearly stopped when Dylan looked at him, this time for multiple reasons. He simply froze, not moving a muscle to even nod to Dylan that he would stay quiet. He waited - little rabbit wondering exactly what was about to happen to him - while his mind was still trying to make the conversation make any sense. Hannah isn't lost, she just moved away. What might happen to Jo? "Regardless,” Dylan presson on, “since the dog is here, she wants me to get the Box tonight, so you need to prepare the room to hold it. And I have to go." He reached in and pulled the door close, Clairburn’s muffled reply too indistinct for Silas to make out. As he steps up to Silas, he places his hand on the younger boys arm and leads him quickly and firmly toward the foyer; as always, his touch sent shocks of electric ice through Silas that left him with shallow breaths. Silas lets himself be led off, not asking questions until they're were back in the foyer. When he does speak it is quietly and with a furrowed brow as several thoughts freefall in his mind looking for connections. "Dylan, what's going on?" he asks with concern - not suspicion, though several things were lining up in ways that would have left most people not just suspicious but angry or indignant. That wasn't Silas and his innocent trust in those he considered friends - or more - was both sweet and probably quite dangerous. Dylan said nothing until he led Silas past the family room, where laughter could be heard that was totally at odds with the tense air just outside the room, and outside onto the porch. The night heat hit Silas like a physical blow, sweat already beading up in the short time it took Dylan to silently close the front door and let go of Silas’ arm. The older boy looked down at Silas, his expression serious over his usual amused smirk. "You were not supposed to hear any of that," he said, his tone full of rapprochement. His expression softened at Silas’ wince of guilt, "But I am glad that you did. Were you looking for me?" Silas flushes and nods, running a nervous hand through his hair. "Yeah, I didn't- I mean, I don't usually. . .I just-." All tongue-tied again, he eventually manages to just ask a second time, "Dylan, what's going on? What might happen to Jo? Why wouldn't you be able to go in houses made in the 80's?" Dylan closes his eyes for a moment; when he opens them he catches Silas's own eyes and asks earnestly, "Do you believe in destiny, Silas Walsh? In second chances?" "I-I've never really thought about it. Second chances, sure. People should have more than one chance to get things right. Who's perfect the first time?" He shrugged, a teen with so stable and positive a childhood that 'unforgivable' was mostly a dusty intellectual concept than a thing ever experienced. "Destiny? I don't know. Seems like you don't have a choice in things, that way. I think. . ." he shrugged again, ". . . if there's destiny, I think we choose it as we go along." Dylan weighs Silas's words and nods, stepping back from him. "I can't tell you everything Silas, it is not mine to tell but I want you to believe this: We are your friends and none of us would ever harm you or any of the rest of them,” he said with a wave towards the slumber party inside. “Jo has that box y'all found in her room. It is very dangerous and as long as she is exposed to it she is in danger. I need to get that box and put it someplace safe. Contained." Silas frowned again, looking lost and confused. "Were you waiting for us? At the cabin?" "Yes, I was," Dylan admits with a slight nod of his head. Silas’ expression flickered through a number of emotions, finally settling on hurt as he tried to swallow down his feelings enough to talk. "Is that what this has all been about? Getting that box and finding that cave? Did one of you take that book from Roach?" His mind was swimming around, thoughts and questions making him incautious in his words with Dylan. ‘This’ though, it didn't sound like he meant the sleepover or the conversation he'd overheard. Dylan's mouth dropped open in shock; he stepped forward and placed his hands on Silas's arms and caught the younger boy’s eyes again. The electric shock through Silas didn’t bother him nearly as much as Dylan’s nearly panicked expression, "What did you mean, did we take the book? It isn't in the Box?" "Roach said someone snatched it from her after the lightning struck the altar thing and the tunnel collapsed. She wanted to look for it, but we were all worried that more of the place might collapse since the storm was. . ." Silas trailed off, feeling like maybe they'd all done something wrong and Roach had been right all along. "If she just dropped it, it might still be up there. Under the skulls and stuff." Dylan closed his eyes again and took his hands from Silas. "The book isn't in the Box. . . none of you have it? It has been out there for a whole month," he seemed to be rambling, trying to process that. Silas stepped forward, his first impulse always towards compassion, and put a hand on Dylan's chest. For the first time his mind registered that that shock of electric ice might not just be an effect of his attraction to the other boy, but he shoved the thought away for the moment. "Hey, we can go look for it. It probably is just buried back in that cave. We can go back there." His free hand grabbed Dylan's and squeezed gently, trying to soothe and encourage the pretty boy. "We'll figure it out." "You don't understand. I knew you had been to the cabin, that’s why I was there." He continued holding Silas's hand with his fingers intertwined, but after a moment he raised their clasped fingers and stared at them as his brow furrowed. He shook his head as if clearing cobwebs from his mind. "I didn't know about. . . about y'all going to that place until I saw the Box when y'all came back." "We found a map. Under the boards in the old shed at my family's cabin up off Youngcane Creek. There was. . ." Silas searched for the right words, knowing full well that he was probably going to get yelled at by the others for spilling everything, but at this point it wasn't like Dylan didn't know things anyways. "Skulls. Pointing the way along the cliff and then this weird tunnel with this glyph on the wall leading into the big cave. We found all sorts of weird stuff in there. The box, too. Roach pried it open and pulled the book out. Made some cracks about the Necrowhatever. The book about making zombies, I think?” He shrugged, clearly not an expert in Lovecraftian inventions. “Hannah kinda freaked out and then the storm rolled over and the altar got struck by lightning. The whole cliff was shaking and the tunnel collapsed. We had to play ant colony just to get up and tie a rope for people to climb up and out." The teen squeezed Dylan's hand and said softly, "I know you said that part of this story isn't yours to tell, but. . .if this stuff is dangerous, if it's puttin' us all in danger, then knowing what's goin' on is part of bein'. . . friends. I can tell you, Roach ain't gonna let things just lie, that ain't her." Silas shook his head, still trying to read Dylan's expression and trying to put things together in a shape that made sense in his head. "And if you steal that box away from Jo, all the rest of them are just gonna jump in as well. Back to the cave, back to tryin' ta figure it all out instead of forgettin' it because we got chores and school and all sorts of other things. Quinn taught me, just by bein' her in her horse-crazy kind of way, that keepin' people safe sometimes means lettin' them decide how much danger to put themselves in. Otherwise they'll just climb up on a wild horse because no one ever really told 'em why they shouldn't." Dylan's eyes shifted from their clasped hands to Silas's face and back the whole time Silas was speaking, trying to pay attention to his words but clearly distracted. When Silas fell silent, Dylan took a deep breath and looked around the porch and down the drive, taking in the trees swaying in the gentle summer breeze. When he came back to the teen in front of him, he reached up with his free hand and gently touched Sila's cheek - almost, but not quite, a caress. "Did you feel anything?" Silas shook his head, determined not to just lean into Dylan's hand. "You mean that tingling icy feel? No, not right now. I didn't. . .realize- I thought-" he sighed and blushed, giving Dylan an embarrassed look. "I'm kind of an idiot, aren't I?" Dylan smiled, "No, Silas, you arn't an idiot. You’re wonderful. An’ your right." He lets their hands drop but doesn’t let go as he turns slightly to look back at the hose where their friends are, "We should tell them, or at least let Evelyn know so she can." "Well," Silas said as his heart leapt a little in his chest at facing the house and probably getting an earful from the others. He held on to Dylan's hand like a lifeline, leaning into him a little as he gathered the courage and will to go back inside. "I'm guessin' she's gonna win best story of the night, then."
  9. "Why don't you tell the first one, Roach? Or Evelyn?" Silas suggested with a grin. He set his empty cup down and stood up, brushing invisible lint off his pants. "I need to use the restroom first, though. Maybe we all take turns? I don't know that many spooky stories that aren't like Boy Scout campfire stories, but I'll try to come up with something." With that and a lazy salute to Roach as encouragement to get the stories started (and understanding that he was likely to get pranked when he came back because he was leaving the room and that was just Roach), he made his way out through the parlor doors and deeper into the house.
  10. Silas grinned at Hank. "Alone can be fine, but life's better with friends. It's been a few years since we've done a sleepover anywhere but the cabin. I wonder if our parents will start getting weird about things now that we're in high school? I hope not." The Walsh boy looked happier than he had in months - thought right after the prank at the cabin had been a pretty good time, too. "Oh, Hank, think you'll be able to get your hands on some good fireworks again this year? Those ones you found last year were awesome! The little tank thing? And the one that was like five different fireworks that went off at different times once they got up in the air?" Silas' favorite fireworks were the parachute ones; he liked running around trying to find out where the little guy eventually landed like a miniature scavenger hunt under the lights of the rest of the fireworks. And Hank always found the best fireworks and seemed to be able to get them for half the price of anyone else. "With the Clairburns inviting everyone for a barbecue we should put on a show once it gets dark, as a thank you." And because fireworks are awesome, Silas left unsaid by clearly meant.
  11. I will work on something over this afternoon. Sorry for my poofing on the site! >.<
  12. Silas would try. He wants to go to the sleepover but is nervous as hell and it's ramping up his anxiety. I'll leave if he can beg/puppy-dog Quinn enough to you, since they're also in a tiff.
  13. Commander Elonatya Chen Starfleet Command Divisions, Diplomacy Department Executive Officer, USS Odyssey NCC-74560 Personality: Gregarious, fun-loving, and a bit mischievous, Ellie can be serious and professional with crew-mates that desire that. Once someone shows they'd prefer a more relaxed relationship, though, it's clear that's her preference as well. When out of uniform she dresses comfortably above all with jewel tone colors and styles blended from a thousand different cultures. Backstory: Ellie was conceived on the Enterprise within days of their first mission - a side-effect of a Vulcan crew-member's exposure to the spaceport/creature at Farpoint and subsequent unexpected first pon farr, a human friend willing to help, and neither of them putting together the differences in cultural expectations of birth control. Ellie's mother, Rebecca, was willing to end the pregnancy, but her father, Saren, asked that she not (even after she refused his offer of marriage as a logical consequence of pregnancy and child rearing duties) and offered to raise the child alone if she didn't want to slow down her career - human lives being so much shorter than Vulcan ones. In the end they compromised by registering as 'joint status' to avoid being split up in postings while Ellie was growing up and Saren career took backseat to Rebecca's. They remained on the Enterprise for 15 years, even moving her father's betrothed and then wife and eventual younger siblings to the ship. Ellie bounced between both parents while growing up. Her father managed her education, mostly because Rebecca had no opinion between a standard Federation education and the more intensive Vulcan one. Rebecca handled her social upbringing, as Ellie often mystified Saren with her ability to swing between highly emotional and perfectly controlled on whim alone as well as her aptitude with manipulating the children around her as the chief ringleader of shenanigans on-board. At around 12 Ellie decided she did want a career in Starfleet and buckled down on her education. She took the entrance exams at 15 - a young age, but not terribly unusual for people in the Human lifespan range raised as ship brats - and entered with an eye on the diplomatic career track. She finished the Academy and Command schools in five years and has been serving aboard various ships since then. This is her second posting as an XO, though her last ship had a crew compliment of only 34 (a small transport ship for diplomatic delegations). She's excited about serving on the Odyssey and perhaps getting to make first contact with unknown species in deep space.
  14. Sorry! >.< I've been scatterbrained recently.
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