DesdemonaLevy

Wow Kansas. That was THE definition of an inside joke. Not only did those not on excal not understand the tone of the joke...they misunderstood the words.

 

Hey, you should come get high with us on Arcadia as we discuss the moral ambiguities of drug trafficking.

Don't encourage her Sam. That Kitty doesn't need anymore run-ins with drug trafficking.

What is hope? Some would describe it as a wish or desire for something to happen others think about it as something we should not always believe in. Mona watched Shadow feeling that her explanations of hope were falling short. How do you describe something to a being that didn’t really have a concept of it? Mona turned her thoughts back to the away team for a moment and silently hoped that they would all be safe. She realized she was doing that more often nowadays, hoping for the crew. There was a time when she had no hope and yet now she had enough for an entire ship.

Mona sat on the hospital bed working on mental exercises with her grandmother. Mona broke the connection suddenly and stared at Min, “This is hopeless. I will never be able to clear my mind with everyone’s thoughts running thru in here” She said as she pointed to her head. The older women nodded and gently said “Nothing is hopeless. The only time things are truly hopeless is when we want them to be. I hope my darling you don’t want this to be hopeless.” Mona stood up and began to pace the room. She still had to work very hard to try and control the many thoughts flying around in her head and most times she couldn’t do it for very long. The two women didn’t talk for a few minutes. Min sat on the bed calm and collected while Mona paced the room becoming more agitated by the moment. Mona walked to the door and looked out in the hallway. On the outside it was a cold sterile place, not to mention quiet. She hated it here and wanted out. She promised herself that after this she would never spend anymore time in hospitals. Mona turned around and faced her grandmother again. “Your right Min, nothing is ever hopeless. You want to know what I hope for?” Mona didn’t even give her a chance to reply before she continued. “I hope that someday I get out of this stupid hospital. I hope my brother suffers for what he did to me. I hope those stupid doctors realize what kind of curse they have given me. And most of all I hope these voices in my head go away someday.” Mona cut herself off as she began to once again hear the doctors down the hall talk about her. Min only watched her granddaughter, she understood where her anger was coming from but knew if Mona continued to focus on it, it would eat her up from the inside out. And Min knew the telepathy was already doing that. Mona began to cry silently as she watched her grandmother. “I’m sorry. I guess I am just scared because you’re right. If my anger doesn’t kill me then my mind will.” Min looked a bit surprised; she thought she had hid her thoughts deep enough. Mona continued “I can still hear them. Anyway I have changed my mind. All I hope for right now is learning to control my mind so I can stay with you.” Min collected the young frightened girl in her arms and slowly began to rock her. “Everything will be alright my love, just think good thoughts.”

Mona shook her head slightly as she thought about the past. She wasn’t sure if Shadow completely understood hope, but she was sure he understood it enough to know it was a good thing. She knew the away team was up against a lot, but she had hope that they would be fine and do their job well.

“Stormy Minds”

Mona stood in sickbay with her hand on her forehead. Her mind was racing as she tried to control her thoughts. Shadow had let her know that the crew of the other ship was dead. She had been shocked to find out and also concerned for the Agincourt crew who were on the ship. When she contacted the bridge they seemed to be otherwise occupied. A dead end, but it wouldn’t be the first time and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last. She turned her thought back to Shadow. The pain and sorrow he was feeling was somewhat overwhelming. Mona had found that because of his energy and the fact that telepathy was easier for him that his emotions and thought hit her with more ferocity than other beings. At times it felt like someone throwing a tricorder at her head when she wasn’t ready. She rubbed her forehead again in the hopes that the dull throbbing might let up a bit. No such luck for her. As Mona began to try and block some of the sorrow that threatened to engulf her, she was suddenly hit again as a title wave of emotions came flooding into her mind. They would be expecting casualties any moment. Although she wanted to pry further and find out who it was she decided against it. No use in worrying they would find out soon enough who was hurt. She thought her time would be better spent in getting sickbay ready and keeping in contact with Shadow.

Good idea. I knew they choose you to be in charge for a reason.

They say it's your birthday...da dum dum da da...your gonna have a good time... I think you know they rest. Have a good one Kairi

::hands her a cupcake, a cookie, a bottle of romulan ale and a lollypop::

However - on some level, Kitty may understand the "bending of regulations" for a cause or situation - I'm sure Doctor Levy remembers the whole, ahem, missing hypos incident. :)

We all bend the rules sometimes. Of course some of us do it better than others.

Well, we might be able to get her to guest, but I think she's busy these days.

I think the real question is do we want her back. She wasn't the nicest of guests.

Thanks everyone.

I think my family is finally comming around they got me action figures as a gift.

Oh - I might remember that. Was that the time when JoNs and Vaos were off on that secret op? Then, a team (Levy, Kroells, Rieve, etc) from the Agincourt, JoNs and Pain in the Butt all met (after a small friendly fire altercation) on a planet with a downed Soltan shuttle, and the investigation showed Soltan remains on the shuttle?

Oh I remember that. Yes when Kansas tried to shoot us all (friendly altercation my foot.) :)

Sounds like I am missing out on a lot. Can't wait to get back in a few weeks.

And don't think just because it was your birthday you can slack off. Happy Birthday

::hands him a sickbay lollypop::

TBS: 1-2 hours

 

(Quotes forthcoming)

Oh good, I was worried for a second there. Keep those quotes comming.

Happy Birthday to a guy from the "left coast", a crazy col and a man who writes more logs for npc's than anyone I have ever seen. Hope you all have a great day

::hands each one a cupcake::

Always Check you Pockets

Mona stood in the small cell. She glanced around trying once again to find anyway out. It did not seem to be of any use, but maybe she might have something that could give her a bit of an advantage. Quickly she began to pull anything out her lab coat pockets that might be of use. “Lets take a bit of inventory… 1 tricorder.” She opened it and tried to get some readings. The tricorder screen was blank. “Damn it” She threw the useless piece of equipment across the room. “What’s next…1 phaser. I have a feeling this will be just as helpful as my tricorder.” She fired the phaser at a nearby wall. Nothing happened. “Fancy that another useless Starfleet issued piece.” She tossed it in the same direction as the tricorder. “And last but certainly not least. What doctor is complete without a hypospray.” Mona stared at the hypospray for a moment, trying to remember what was in its. “Oh yes, that lovely sedative I grabbed in case of emergency.” A smile crept across her face. She put the hypo back in her pocket. “I will save you for later.” Mona closed her eyes for a moment trying to find anyone’s thoughts. Her eyes quickly fluttered open and she hit her fist against the floor. “I can’t get a lock on anyone. Whoever is in charge of this ship we are on must have some sort of telepathic dampening field.” She let out a sigh. “So what do we have left, an impaired telepath with a crap phaser, a faulty tricorder and a sedative.” She shook her head as a small smile crept across her face. “Guess I will have to fight my way out.”

Ok so really...Rieve and Murray get to fight it out American gladiator style and I get stuck in a cell for the next few days. Well at least I get feed right. Oh who am I kidding it is a poor trade off. ::shrugs::

Oh on a side note, did anyone notice the "all humans are beamed to the other ship" thing. I am not fully human so if that is one of the criteria, how the heck did I get affected? None of the other half and half's got violent. Wonder if that was planned or just a mistake?

Doctor Levy - elbowed the 21st century woman (Apple/Melissa), pushed Lt. Kairi out of the way later, kicked at Kroells, and just got very snarly. Again, acting totally away from the normal good doctor that we know and love.

Oh how sweet Kansas, you like me, you really like me. Oh and by the way I also hit Kroells...I think, or at least I tried. ::evil laugh::

So what's going on? Is it mind control? Something emanating from the Melissa's travel Pod itself, making certain crew sick? And lets not forget that Levy and Kairi were spritzed with something planetside during the shoreleave - is that propagating among the crew, mutating and causing mental issues? Heightened aggression seems to be the defining factor, and maybe adrenaline kicks the mental issues into high gear.

That is true we did get hit with that powder stuff, but I don't think it is that. Mainly because Kairi is not acting out of character, only I am.

Needless to say it was a fun sim. Nothing like a bar fight in sickbay to shake things up.

Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Or does watching the same thing over and over make you long for something new? I don’t personally know. But I do think we are spoiled. Don’t get me wrong I love being able to watch star trek any time I like but sometimes I feel like we are kicking a dead horse. I think we should let it rest for a little while and go back and look at what Roddneberry was trying to create. Its stories about people, yes the cool ships and ladies in mini- skirts, but in the end it’s still about people. Get back to the basics. The producers need to find what drew people to the show and then take that idea and reinvent it. Maybe I am just rambling now, but I felt like I needed to get that out.

::throws her 2 cents in the bucket and walks away::

And now this - Multi Vector Assault Mode Prometheus Class Starship. Wednesdays 10 PM. Currently stranded far from the Alpha Quadrant. A sciences chief with baggage, a Trill chief engineer that gets downright nervous regarding ship damage, a CMO that watches the crew health like a hawk, a marine CO and XO that can can disable you with a hard stare, engineers that know their stuff, a medical staff that further keeps the crew healthy, the security staff keeping everyone safe, and the sci/ops staff that keep it all running smoothly and tell us important stuff about anamolies and such. And the Oooo Rah Marines that take point when defending the ship and crew.

 

::whispers:: How was that Mona? ;)

Beautiful Kansas, although you forgot one minor thing. The ships name!! Yes folks it is that wonderful ship known as the Agincourt.

Do I watch the crews health like a hawk? I always thought I just goofed around in sickbay. My bad. ::makes a mental not to be more hawk like::

Wow, it feels like an election year in here. But I can't wait to see who is next to promote a ship. Oh the possibilities

That was pretty darn funny. I love John Stewart!

A nice calm Jamie??? Oh darn whom shall I fight with now? It will be interesting to say the least. My only question is how long will it last?

Ahhh! Here it is, a variation of the "V" myth that says the French only cut off the middle finger, giving rise to the "the Bird", a hand gesture so universal that saying you will "give the finger" is enough of a description for people to know what you are talking about.

 

The finger... yep thats what I needed to know, now back to sleep.

So does that mean that those of us who are posted on the Agincourt can freely give "the finger"? I mean after all it is our name sake right? I think I like that idea.

May I please have...

"The unexamined life is not worth living"

if its not to long that is. Thanks

::hands Kansas the 1000 trophy that looks rather odd:: I don't know if we even have one of these, but I decided to make one out of old lollypop sticks for you. Congrats.

That sounds yummy Mary. I am so gonna try your recipe

I haven't thought about the song "uncle albert" by Paul McCartney in years. I always remember my dad singing it to me. I have been listening to some random channel on my radio at work and I have heard that song everyday this week. I thought it was rather odd. Do you think someone is trying to tell me something? and if so who?