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Even from here, the Fair was all kinds of overwhelming. Lotta white, lotta plastic, and enough chrome glinting in the sun to knock you stone blind, brilliance half-smothering the greenery and dwarfing the trees.

Thank You for Not Walking On Grass. Like he could've if he'd wanted to. Progress, baby, progress.

There was one bright side. Even if you didn't factor in the blinding sunlight.

The boys in red would stick out like traffic signals.

Errata (Tactician Clearance)

I just realized something.

I won't live to see myself born. You have no idea how strange that is.

Regardless. In the absence of a formal Editing Committee, or indeed anything like...it doesn't translate...I have no idea what your approval structure is for these data. At any rate.

Someone has to fix things, and I'm the only one left with a damned certificate.

On behalf of the future, this man is not our fault, and I assure you he was never a gardener of any stripe.

It's a metaphor. He thinned the weeds under some Senators' windows, if you take my meaning.

You really should be more careful. Trusting ribbonnecks anything that falls out of a Cardassian's mouth like that.

...I've already shot the Prime Directive. I'd imagine that's in my file somewhere.

What month is it?

Mr. Postman (Returned to Sender)

The paper was easy enough to get; the leaves on the tray came wrapped in squares and he had plenty of time to pull it up delicately, ease it loose and painstakingly flatten each and every little crease.

The pen had gone up his sleeve during a particularly interesting session. Even if, privately, he thought Nero's was the better letter.

It was a nice pen. And she had several. And he would give it back! That was the way borrowing worked.

Only--he hadn't known what he'd borrowed it for, until now. It would be perfect for this.

He flattened the sheet--pretended not to notice when the chair-leg clattered beneath him, still uneven, as he uncurled on the floor instead--and began to write.

Address unknown, no such number...Collapse )

He was fairly sure it would get where it needed to be. Missing all its important parts, of course. But there was nothing he could do about that. Vulcans were what she'd accused him of being, after all.


Do you like the smell of adventure?

Click and scroll up for instructions; SHINE ON you crazy diamonds.

I'm on a boat ship horse colony.

Fulcrum and Lever (Base Five)

Rihannsu Telesonic and Transport (RT&T)

Veherr'a. Lueain, haien'nam pehai'sam koimae mhirrafv. Stheirhn'asi hannam hrrau shiefvu'sam einnae i mnyiener. We're sorry, but this signal is beyond your designated range. Requesting you leave a message at the sound of the tone. Veherr'a. Lueain, haien'nam koimae mhirrafv. Stheirhn'asi hannam hrrau einnae shiefvu'sam i mnyiener.

[message repeats at suitable intervals. with elevator music. now that's evil.]

[ooc]Extrusive Shelf (Drift)

WHAT MIGHT THIS BE. THE CUTS MAY GIVE US ~CONTEXT CLUES~

YOUR MILEAGE WILL VARY; PLEASE CHECK BAGGAGE AT THE DOOR; GOODNIGHT AND GOOD LUCK.

Not Romulans!Collapse )

Romulans!Collapse )

Moar as I find moar. Or as sharpestscalpel knocks out more of those squares! ♥ It's one of those.

IF YOU FEEL I AM MISSING THE FIC OF THE CENTURY, TOSS UP THE WHIP LEAVE A COMMENT AT THE SOUND OF THE TONE.

...At the sound of the tone, the time will be...

At Ten Paces (Turn And Burn)

It's strange. In my time, the Federation insists we're not at war, that we must band together if we've any hope against the pebblenecks Jem'Hadar.

Detente, I think is the word. In the French.

We have a word for this kind of truce--two, actually, in all dialects for a total of a half-dozen expressions.

According to my exhaustive research, they all most properly rendered as bitch plz.

And with good reason.

I don't suppose anyone's ever told you about the fiendishly clever Federation plot to assassinate Praetor Hiren?

It's true! On my life!

...They shipped him a case of Nutella.

Round Two (Cause Celebre)

I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin.

I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see.

A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible.


FUN WILL NOW COMMENCE.

If a tree falls in a forest, then I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay!Collapse )

So much love for the whole team, but especially for Ms. Pasha Chekov. Because the game is what we make it, and she has made it awesome. ♥ ♥ ♥

OOC (IDGAF)

You're welcome.

If you respond with "oooolllllld" "SEEN IT" or any variation. I will kill you. I will reach through the Internet and kill you. With. My. Brain. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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