+ Shot 001

[whereivebeen]

Who: Tay Barnam and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now

[ the camera focuses on the form of a tall (very tall), teenage girl who has not yet woken up. She's sprawled on her stomach, one arm dangling down as though she rolled over and didn't quite manage to stay on the cot.

It pans down her back, where the tops of two rather nasty-looking scars are peeking out above her tank top. It's a ~very dramatic reveal~ that the viewers back home will probably be deeply intrigued by.

After a moment, she shifts and groans. She pushes herself up, finally awake, and freezes halfway up.

This is not the motel room she was expecting to be in.

Her free hand moves immediately to the small of her back, finding nothing, and then her ankle, finding nothing but army surplus cargo pants and combat boots. ]

Where the fuck are my guns?

(no subject)

[dancingmd]

Who: Dr. Crusher
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now

[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-

Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.

Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.

Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]

Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.

002 // just between you and me, i've got something to say

[principality]

Who: Aziraphale
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: SS Caprine, the personnel officer's office!
When: 3/6, evening/night

[Aziraphale has been busy. He has a small room, with a tattered tartan sofa and piles of books in view behind him, overflowing from a small bookcase and shelves on the wall.

He waves. He's getting good at this being on TV stuff!]

Good evening! This is apparently my office!

[He swings the camera around, showing off a matching overstuffed tartan armchair that is absolutely hideous. He camera turns back to him.]

...er. which is to say...I am officially open for business! No, not the books, those are mine. Er...I was going to offer my services as a professional guide, of sorts. You come to me, I listen, and I give advice. My inbox is always open, as is my office. I, er, keep odd hours...

...regardless! Should you ever need someone to lend an ear, do consider that I am here. Thank you, dears.