Sendai Riko

Pastel Reflections Ensign Sendai Riko Riko sat in front of the console, awaiting another neutrino surge that would indicate that his own crew was once again meandering the halls of the pink Qob. He had already programmed the computer to lock on to him and set coordinates for the transporter, so he could initiate a site-to-site to reach the area, no matter where it lie, before the cross-over terminated. He would be ready to do whatever gymnastics were necessary to get that crewmember to take his "message in a bottle" back. In the meanwhile, however, he went through the most recent events. Thinking of Random and her state of distress, and the resultant vascillation from crying to hugging and other places in the emotional landscape, he shivered. "I never, ever, want to be hugged again." He then thought of the Random from his own universe, and the differences actually extracted a chuckle from him. "She's not going to believe me when I tell her about her counterpart here." His thoughts then turned to Sargh. While the mentally challenged fellow had annoyed him quite a bit since his arrival in this pastel hell, he actually had to admit that he was the most pleasant individual on the ship, though he'd never admit it to him. Every once and a while, he would see a glimpse of the brilliant mind that he was used to. Out of all of his own crewmates, he wouldn't mind if something of the pink Sargh rubbed off on his counterpart. Though that was about as likely as Riko deciding to dance naked on the bridge. Kwalus was an enigma here, and had been kind, and not nearly as obnoxious as the others. Though the baby thing... his Kwalus would not be amused. Especially considering the fathers. Thinking of the legs brought out another chuckle. That's something that could cross over without anyone's feelings being hurt. Vanroy was another matter entirely, and the odd mute Vulcan and his crossword puzzle were so out of his realm of experience that he couldn't even classify how it affected him. Though the thought of he and Kwalus mating forced Riko to quell a queasy stomach. After a quick check of the sensor readings, he thought about Messner. It was quite a shock to the system to meet this universe's HoD. An indecisive, simpering fool his Messner was most definitely not, and seeing what he considered to be a very good, proud man all primped up and cooing over the Bchs was nauseating. When he returned, he would have to give an account of everything to the man, and it hurt Riko to think about describing this universe's version to him. The Bchs... he felt fortunate that he wouldn't have to face Mn'stral as well, though having to confront HoD Bch with the very perky, gossip-mongering and bouncy version from this universe was not a pleasant thought either, though he hoped that the deep rooted sense of irony that Klingons seem blessed with would temper her disgust. While of course Riko hoped that he could return home soon, he hoped more that he could avoid both Bchs as much as possible while he remained here. While the HoD was annoying and dismissive of him, Mn'stral was much more "hands on." He doubted he would ever be able to remove the sick feeling from his twirling around the lounge, or, worse, the incident in the turbolift. That, of course, left TroNoQ. The Qel was unequivocally mad here. Pink lollipops? Neutrino cookies? Having a hissy fit over recipes? Any attempt at comparing the two versions quickly aborts in a haze of light-headedness and discontinuity. The delight the odd man displayed in making Riko's attempts at returning home seem a result of brain-damage or lunacy was appaling. Even though he'd enjoyed the pleasure of not having to see him today, merely thinking of him dredged up a good well of anger. Riko knew that he would have to avoid the Qel as long as possible to avoid killing him. The fact that he would even consider it without any reservations, not to mention his rather forward and belligerant behavior since arriving here, forced Riko to conclude that he's not quite the mouse that he thought he was. That revelation bothered him in some ways, since he always felt that the taking of a life should be done only if absolutely necessary, but it also heartened him that the shell that he'd erected around himself since childhood was cracking. Thinking about that brought him to Engari, his best-friend and roommate from the Academy. Was he alive in this universe? If so, what was he like? Riko was so out of his reckoning in this universe that he couldn't guess, though he imagined the always happy and friendly Trill would've managed this situation much better than he himself had. Would they have been friends here too? That, of course, brought him full circle. What on Bajor was he like in this universe? Based on the reactions of the crew here, he didn't think that he was posted here, if he was in this universe's Starfleet. Was he dead? Did he perhaps die in the training accident that nearly killed Riko in the regular universe? Whatever the situation, he felt fortunate that he hadn't met himself here, because if the others were any indication, he'd hate the pink Riko with a flaming passion. "May the Prophets give me the strength to endure this," Riko pleaded to the air around him. Though thinking of the Prophets brought up another interesting question. He knew that they existed out of the regular time-flow of his universe, but did that extend to different universes? If not, what would they be like here? Riko definitely couldn't answer that question, considering he had little to no idea what they were like in his own. Only they, and perhaps the Emissary, would know. Sighing, he tore himself away from his inner reflections and focused once again on the console. When the neutrino emissions popped up again, he would be ready.

Ack! I'm late too. Happy Birthday Knollwatcher!

SigmaChat has finally grown up. Of course, it changed it's look and its name in the process... Kids these days. :( P.S. I imagine this may be customizable, and it of course is up to the GMs to decide, but the login/logout and enter room/exit room notifications take up a lot of space since they come up with 200% line-spacing, and really interrupt the flow. Perhaps that can be turned off or modified?

:: gets on the phone to his agent :: Don't I have a clause in my contract for stunt doubles in these situations?

Message composed on one of the Qel's PADDs, after deleting the recipes * Message Begins * To Whomever Finds This: It's Ensign Sendai Riko, SID 443-TA-IJJ-0047. Somehow I've managed to slip into another universe. It's horrible, the worst place you could possibly imagine! I'm not sure how it happened, or how to reverse it at this point, but some interesting things have happened recently. You've been showing up in our universe, fading in and out. The crew here thinks you're spirits, and I'm having difficulty convincing them of my universal displacement. The internal sensors here are detecting elevated neutrino emissions that coincide with your appearances. I'm working to find out how it's working, but I'm doing it alone. Even if I could manage to convince them of what's really happening, I don't think they'll be much use. Interestingly, though, Roghie appeared and was able to munch on some of the Marshmallows here, which means that interaction is possible. Therefore, I'm writing this message and attaching the sensor data. Hopefully you guys can manage something on your end, because I don't think I can do this on my own from here. Perhaps I can do something with the Qel's neutrino cookies to assist me in passing this on to you, if I can get him to bake some more. I'f you're reading this, it means I was succesfully able to get one of you to take it. Please, help me. I don't think I can survive here. Riko Attachment: {Internal Sensor Data, time index: 18:15:25.1253 - 22:43:54.6753} * Message Ends *

If Things Weren't Bad Enough Before... Ensign Sendai Riko As Perfect left the lab, Riko stood at the console with an expression of incredulity plastered to his face. If it wasn't bad enough before, with somehow finding himself in the wrong universe with a seemingly inept crew who like to Jell-O wrestle, he now had one of the people that could possibly help him upset. He still couldn't believe the things she had wanted to do, and it surprised him that his jaw hadn't dislocated in its attempt to drop to the floor upon hearing the suggestions. She had thought his refusal centered on her ugliness: while it wasn't helpful by any means it wasn't the primary reason. Considering the reasons that she had for suggesting them in the first place he would never have accepted the proposal either: he wasn't a poacher. The fact that this took place in this universe was another factor. Sighing, he looked down at the console, which was displaying the sensor data from around the time he appeared in this universe. Unfortunately, however, the standard external scan data wasn't showing anything unusual. He would have to pull up the internal sensor data next. Saving the data into a protected file in case some idiot deleted what he needed before he could get back to, he then ran a hand through his hair. He was much too distracted by the encounter with Perfect to continue working. Seeing the chair over by the hamster, he settled into it. He looked at the creature for a moment, then spoke to it. "Poor little guy. I wonder how long you'll last? Longer than I will at this rate, probably."

We're being sucked into the nasal vortex! Scotty, we need more power!

It was definitely the Erector Set for me when I was a kid. I never made anything that worked, but I worked those holey beams until they bent or snapped. :unsure:

After waking up with a pounding headache, which Riko figured was either a result of the horrendous day before or another side-effect of the universe switch, he quickly washed up and dressed, eager to head to down to medical to have TroNoQ perform the micro-cellular scan. Though he wasn't the least bit enthused about seeing the Qel himself. As he exited his quarters, wearing the least offensive outfit he could find in the ship's fashion library, he saw on the small status screen across the corridor an advertisement for this night's festivities. Mumbling, he stomped his way to his destination. The Qel was in for the grumpy Riko this morning.

Welcome! Yes, the schedule is a bit troublesome for European simmers right now, and that's unlikely to change any time soon. However, with that said, we do have some intrepid folks who manage it. The best advice I can give you is to figure out whether there is a time where you can manage it, and then give it a try. Hopefully, you'll be able to work something out. Either way, I hope to see you around! Oh, btw, someone else should come along with some more info on how to get started at STSF. I'd do it, but I'm pressed for time. :unsure:

Lowe's sends its assassin after the Home Depot mascot.

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Both Sendai's parents worked at the College of the Celestial Temple, one of Eralla province's highly acclaimed universities. Toran, a professor of archeology, maintained a close bond with all his children. Kyris, an operations manager at CCT, maintained a more distant relationship with her children; the ordeals she faced during the Occupation had changed her. Though largely left alone by the Cardassians during the Occupation, the stigmata of being Collaborators was assigned to them because of it. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Riko grew up under the wing of his older brothers, often under their protection. A small child, and shy, he frequently had to endure much teasing and bullying from his peers when his brothers were not present. However, as timid as he seemed on the outside, he had a strong sense of self and a great deal of inner strength, and was never overly troubled. He was, however, a very quiet and reserved youth, bending to the rigorous demands of his schedule and the high expectations placed on him from others. By this time, the Occupation had ended, but of course Bajor still suffered. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Like all his family, he showed a keen intellect from a very early age, and indeed his first intelligence and aptitude test was scored in the top 5% percentile among Bajoran children. Placed in schools for the talented, he excelled even there, besting his classmates especially in the sciences. As he grew closer to adulthood, many expected him to attend CCT. However, Riko found himself yearning for Starfleet, and upon being eligible, applied. After breezing through his entrance exams and preparatory program, he was accepted into Starfleet Academy. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="group" colspan="2">Adulthood Summary</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Riko's first year as a cadet was the major turning point in his life. Free for the first time from the pressures of living on Bajor, and the expectations that had come with his stellar achievements in primary and secondary schools, he found himself for the first time really able to explore himself inside and out. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> After joining a racquetball club at the Academy, as well as the various rigorous demands of the physical training, Riko began to gain a little weight and muscle mass and definition. He knew that though he wouldn't be placed in physical combat situations regularly as a science officer, if such a situation should arise, he must be in the top possible physical form to survive. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Also, for the first time, Riko began to seek out people socially. He made friends slowly, but by the end of his first year at the Academy, he was a part of a crowd for the first time in his life, though he remained very quiet and thoughtful. During that year, also for the first time, he had his first romantic encounter, though no information is available about it, save that it ended by the end of the year. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Riko, meanwhile, entered his third year at the academy. He was well on his way to becoming a science officer, and eagerly plunged himself into his coursework and training. Also, he had become quite accomplished at racquetball, and had won the tournament. Now quite fit, Riko enjoyed the physical aspects of Academy training and looked forward to them. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Events, however, do not remain rosy for eternity, and Riko suffered a jarring blow at the end of his third year. During holographic simulation training, holodeck safeties malfunctioned, and when the simulated ship suffered major damage, many cadets were injured, including Riko. He suffered from forty various bone breaks, as well as a major concussion. After being treated at Starfleet Medical for two weeks, and much improvement, he was dealt an emotional blow: he was informed that his best friend, Engari Trilaso, a Trill third year student and his roommate, had died in the havoc of the simulation. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Having missed his third year exams in the hospital, he was forced to take a makeup examination during the summer after his release. The remainder of the summer he spent alone in an apartment in Oakland, mourning the loss of his friend. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> The fourth and most difficult year of Academy training began, and Riko pressed on, still heavy of heart. As time wore on, grief began to lose its hold, but Riko was now quieter than ever, and somewhat removed from his other friends. It had also pushed him into a change of doctrines, and now he was in the security track. He had a lot of make-up work to do to have a chance at graduating on time, but his return to solitude assisted those endeavors. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> Riko graduated from the Academy cum laude. He applied immediately for a posting and was assigned to the IKC Oob/Lakota. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="prose" colspan="2"> <div class="para"> His first major misfortune upon serving aboard the Qob came as he was somehow transported to an alternative universe where the Klingons had smooth foreheads, and were very nice and chipper, and thought pink was the best color in the whole world. Riko nearly lost his sanity in his time there, and was forced to take part in horrid rituals such as Jell-O™ wrestling; he also had to dance with both Bch sisters. Prior to his returning to his own universe, he was having to care for the male child of K'Walus' set of fraternal twins. </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="group" colspan="2">Service History</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="item">Promotion: </td><td class="itemb">Ens → LtJG:<em>‹10701.10›</em></td> </tr> </table> <div id="update"> This file was last edited on: <strong>2007-03-21T0734Z</strong> </div> </div>

<html> <style type="text/css"> div.words {font: normal normal normal 12pt/150% Times, serif;text-indent:1em;margin-bottom:7px;text-align:justify;} div.head1{font: normal normal bolder 18pt Arial, sans-serif;margin-bottom:10px;text-align:left;} div.head2{font: normal small-caps normal 12pt Verdana, sans-serif;margin-bottom:25px;text-align:left;} </style> <body> <div class="head1">Counseling?</div> <div class="head2">Ensign Sendai Riko</div> <div class="words"> As Riko settled into the plush chair in the Counselor's office awaiting the Vulcan's arrival, after being unceremoniously dumped there by Mn'stral, he contemplated his options for the umpteenth time since realizing that he'd somehow been spirited away from Kansas into Oz. To say that his usually calm and quiet demeanor had frayed would be an understatement of enormous proportions; to say that his mental state was chaotic wouldn't quite fully describe the state of anarchy. Panic, anger, confusion, fear: all were part of the emotional potpourri bouncing around inside his skull, plus some. </div> <div class="words"> All of it contributed to a grand bout of insomnia the prior night, and after the incident in the turbolift with HoD Mn'Stral under the infernal disco ball, he doubted he'd sleep tonight either without a sedative. Though the thought of getting a sedative from TroNoQ, along with the inevitable pink lollipop, forced him to reconsider that option. That said, however, he would much rather be in medical undergoing an intensive scan than sitting in the cushy chair waiting for the Vulcan. </div> <div class="words"> Between the effusive emotional display directed toward his wife, the excellent flying leap after the punching incident, not to mention the fact the Vulcan seemed incapable of speaking, Vanroy's behavior disturbed Riko much more than the Klingons'. Therefore, the man wasn't high on his list of people to see. However, refusing wouldn't help matters at all. He had no desire to be thrown into the brig, even though he imagined it would be much more lavish than those from his own universe. </div> <div class="words"> He would, Riko decided, have to play the thing out, and optimistically get through it as quickly as possible so he could make his way back to medical. Having much more advanced science training, relative to that of most security specialists, would hopefully get him out of this mess. A micro-cellular scan would be the key. His subatomic particles should resonate differently from that of people in this universe. That would be the proof. A solution, however, would be the hard part. But with the proof, perhaps even this pink, frilly crew could help him. </div> </body> </html>

:: yawn :: I'm not tired, hon, really, I can keep driving for hours! :: yawn ::

"Sophie" <_< That one won it for you, Andrea, have at it!

With Neppy in the CC, was that ever in doubt? <_<

A Sticky Situation Ensign Sendai Riko Covered in pink Jell-O, Sendai fumed as he made his way back over to his seat. His prayers to be left out of the farce unanswered, he had reacted viscerally after being chucked into the pool of gelatinous goo. The sucker punch to Perfect's gut was effective in that it allowed him to escape, but had an unforeseen consequence, at least in the direction from which it came. Though he had seen that she and Vanroy were apparently happily married, since they celebrated their anniversary before plunging into the Jell-O, he couldn't have imagined the Vulcan rushing at him. A very nice tackle it was, too. Minimally regretting his actions, he rubbed his thigh, sore from the resounding thud of the landing. He then pondered what his next course of action should be. "A watch and wait strategy would be best," he thought. When all of the dust settles from the frivolity, he would see how the pinkies around him would react to his rude and violent action in the match, as well as his strangeness. "Messner at least seems capable of thinking," Sendai thought. "Hopefully I'll be able to convince him that I don't belong here and we can start working on a way to get me back. If I stay here, I may murder the lot of them if I don't do myself in first." Sore, out of place, and covered with goo, thoughts of the former option took precedence over the latter. As the Jell-O dripped off of him, he looked over to the purple jumpsuit lying on the floor that Mn'stral had brought. Scowling down at it, he shook his head. Though he knew he had a fit and attractive figure, he was too much of a modest Bajoran to be happy about flaunting it. Reaching over, he grabbed it, then rose, looking for a place to change. Shortly thereafter he found a public restroom where he would expect it, even with the odd changes aboard the ship, though the interior styling could certainly make the name "powder room" more than appropriate. Slipping out of his gooey uniform, he quickly washed up and slipped into the jumpsuit. Looking at himself in the full length mirror, he groaned. The garment, as Mn'stral had said, certainly displayed his body well, and she did have a good eye for fitting. However, he vigorously disagreed about which places were the "right" ones to show off. Remembering his deceased rooomate's favorite human saying, "When in Rome," Sendai sighed. Grateful that Bajorans don't show their embarrasment by blushing in the same manner as humans, he exited and returned to the center lounge, brimming with humiliation, anger, and befuddlement.

Decided to add a picture of Sendai in his new duds:

"Bchipoo, come hear what this chap has to say." Did HoD Messner really just say that? And what is with those foam spikes?! And what is she wearing? And I can't believe TroNoQ gave me a pink lollipop... And speaking of pink... it's everywhere! I was hoping I had gone crazy, but... The horror is just too real. Oh no! No no no! If I'm here... is there a pink version of me on the real Qob? But wait... No one's recogonized me here, so maybe there isn't a pink me. But shouldn't there be? Maybe he died in the past. But that would be bad for me? Wouldn't it? This is so confusing. Oh my, would you look at her strutting over in those heels? And look at her beaming like that. Where's the scowl? Deep breaths, Riko, stay calm. Analyze this, you were going to be a scientist, remember? Something happened. You felt dizzy, then you were here. Kwalus... I can't believe that was Kwalus... said she was dizzy too, and so did TroNoQ. So there was an anomaly or something... Okay, so am I in another universe, or has something happened to mine. Hmm... The first way, everything is still normal, I'm just in the wrong spot. The second way... Everything's wrong but me. Not a good thought, I like the first scenario better. Okay, so... why am I here? The Prophets must have a reason to send me to this place... Wow, that looks fun. What am I saying? Stay on topic, Riko. You're in big trouble. You don't want to live in this Candyland forever, do you? First thing's first... get these frilly versions of Messner and Bch to understand that something's happened. Then... I may have to put my science skills to work, I don't know if these people do anything but prance. Oh Prophets... I hope I can fulfill your task here, but I want to go home. And soon.

Dear me, I won? <_< Okay, here's the new one, sorry for the delay:

I'm afraid the best you can get (at present) is a 2 AM game, as we do run a few 9 PM ET Academies (Including tonight (Sun)). We do have a few intrepid individuals, such as Images, who somehow manage to keep their eyes open long enough from across the pond to make it. All you can do is your best when it comes to stopping by, but don't get yourself in trouble in real life in the effort, either. <_< Still hope to see you around if you can make it.

<style type="text/css"> table.places { width: 75%; background: #fff; color: #000; padding: 1px; border: none; } th.item { width: 40%; border-bottom: 2px solid #000; text-align: left; vertical-align: bottom; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; } th.description { width: 60%; border-bottom: 2px solid #000; text-align: left; vertical-align: bottom; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; } tr.o { background: #eee; color: inherit; } td.item { width: 40%; border-bottom: 1px solid #5555aa; background: inherit; color: #000; text-align: left; vertical-align: bottom; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 0.05em; font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bold; } td.description { width: 60%; border-bottom: 1px solid #5555aa; background: inherit; color: #000; text-align: left; vertical-align: bottom; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; } a.sr:link, a.sr:visited { background: inherit; color: inherit; text-decoration: none; border: none; } a.sr:hover { background: inherit; color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none; border: none; } </style> Welcome Astrid! Aaron beat me to the punch with the links, but it's part of my new cadet welcoming package, so here ya go again! <_< <br><br> <table summary="Places to Check Out" cellspacing="0" class="places"> <thead> <tr> <th class="item">Item <small>(Click to view)</small></th> <th class="description">Description</th> </tr> </thead> <tr> <td class="item"> <a href="http://www.stsf.net/howto.php" target="_blank" class="sr"> Getting Started </a> </td> <td class="description">Guide to starting out as a cadet.</td> </tr> <tr class="o"> <td class="item"> <a href="http://www.stsf.net/rules.php" target="_blank" class="sr"> The Rules </a> </td> <td class="description">Use 'em or lose! :: insert Law & Order theme here ::</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="item"> <a href="http://www.stsf.net/forums/index.php?showforum=34" target="_blank" class="sr"> Tips from the Moose </a> </td> <td class="description">Informative, Funny, and GREAT!</td> </tr> <tr class="o"> <td class="item"> <a href="http://www.stsf.net/schedule.php" target="_blank" class="sr"> Schedule </a> </td> <td class="description">Check out when and where the sims are.</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> Your homework assignments are due by the end of the week! You can turn it in to either Aaron or myself. B) J/K They're great resources, and you should check them out when you can. That little bit of reading can help you out a whole bunch, and make your life easier and the Academies you attend more fun. <br><br> Besides the Academies, where you can attend any time without having to make a commitment, you can also come into any of the Advanced sims and watch to get a feel for how they operate (quietly, no posting to the room during the sim!). That will also make your decision as to which Advanced Sim you wish to join easier for that happy time when you graduate. Also, you can drop into the <a class="sr" href="http://www.freewebs.com/redstarnightclub/">Redstar Nightclub</a> on Saturday nights at 10 PM ET (3 AM GMT). Here there is IC (In-Character) Chat set in a Quark's Bar type atmosphere. <br><br><center> Look forward to seeing you around! <br> <img src="http://www.stsf.net/forums/style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin"></center>

May I now please have: "Erratically Eloquent" Thanks!

Happy Birthday Tachyon!

Rat: Okay, we'll get your head shampooed, then we'll go back over and I'll begin trimming, okay? Dog: Woof.