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Still on DS9...
And bored out of my mind. I have stolen highly valuable items to offload here, and no auctions scheduled. Just where is that damn Ferengi, anyway? -
Hmm...
*ponders leaving her room while there is a lizard outbreak to look for some action* Better not. They might find out that the lizards are all my fault I'm not really supposed to be here. Yet Jean-Luc hasn't actually told me to leave yet, so...
*decides to raid the computer again*
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Hmm.
I. Am. Bored. Hacking Using this computer is tedious work. Apparently I broke into some of _deannatroi_'s cheat sheets counseling 'guides'. There were a series of 'quizzes' there. So I took one. The results:
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Not going according to plan.
I need to get laid cracking on my plans for this trip. First I have to locate _picard_'s quarters the computer is your friend, it will tell you almost anything. Then I can screw talk to him again. If _lore_ has managed to locate a penis by now, perhaps I can arrange to track him down and shag get to know him better. He'd better be as fully functional as they say ( Read more... ) -
On the way to her guest quarters...
Narrator: Vash is escorted roughly out the door of _picard_'s quarters by the oh-so-helpful beverlycrusher. Apparently Crusher wants to make sure Vash finds her way there...
Gee, thanks honey. How pushy sweet of you. -
There's no time like the present.
It looks like there is never going to be a let up of traffic around here. Getting out without anyone noticing will not be easy. But I love a good challenge ( Read more... ) -
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I'm with ms_q on this one. Are there any straight the men on the ship, or what? I mean, this is getting ridiculous.
On the other hand, I'm strangely more relieved than I thought I would be that jonathan_archer got back in one piece. And I still want to know what happened to my stuff! -
What happened to my stuff?
This is fucking wonderful. I've spent days looking for certain items that have apparently disappeared into thin air. I risk plummeting to my death in a pool of sentient slime and lizard creatures just for the lovely joy yeah right of dodging irate crew members while searching for stuff that isn't here. The clowns around here had better not have ( Read more... ) -
Oookay then.
Some kid gets on Jean-Luc's terminal over here, somehow knowing that I'd be there to receive the transmission, from the future no less, and wants to talk to me. Ok, I'll buy that, because that's the kind of place this is. But she wants to know if I'm her mother? What a joke ( Read more... ) -
The only way to get something done...
...is to do it yourself. So, I found out which quarters Jean-Luc is using while he's here. If Jonathan is going to use me as a little relief from Malcolm, then I'm going to use Jean-Luc for a little something myself.
I think it's time to pay him a visit...