[The first several seconds of transmission are pretty badly garbled with static, and maybe the occasional word that sounds sort of like Trip trying to rip apart his communicator to figure out what the hell's going on. Because that is prettyyyy much what he's doing.]

- something's wrong with the communicators, wish I knew how the damn thing - [And ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Everyone, except angry magic types named Moriarty]Friends, countrymen, lend me your ears! Or... other listening appendages. ... Most of you have ears ( Read more... )

[Private to Fred]

You've been real quiet lately. What's a man gotta do to get a hello from his sister?

[Private to T'Pol]

Mind tellin' me why Davey's got so much ta say about "Mister Jim" and some horse?

[He sounds... sort of grumpy. >>]

[Spam for Kirkkkkk]

( This would have creative cut text, but I am tired. )

[So, for the most part, Trip's been kind of enjoying himself in this port, apart from his misadventure with the stove last night that had ended with him surrendering to his wife and kids so they could get take out. The stove still hadn't been put back together ( Read more... )

[Trip is wandering around the hallways, looking a little confused. Not super confused, because seriously, he's seen a lot of weird stuff before, and it'll take a little more then some reports of people acting weird and new decor on the Barge to get him really concerned.]

Guess you guys weren't kiddin' about this place. Anyone got any idea what's ( Read more... )