[Warden Filter + Braxiatel][Omega is in the infirmary, before going to Rassilon's room. He's sitting upright and still wearing his white coat.] Shortly after Rassilon's message with our deck's 'new look' , he encountered an issue with his door. Unlike the previous unexplained issue, however, he reported hearing someone banging on it. When he ( Read more... )

I asked. A device was used that measured the amount Nucleolingua Symbiotica in the DNA and then isolated and drew off the relevant chains.

Added later: [Private to Narvin]

I'd like a sample of DNA, if you'd provide it.

[Private to Braxiatel]

The elder Doctor is volunteering himself for a 'mental defense course'. Would you be interested in assisting also?

[Private to Rassilon]

So how have you been?

[Private to the Admiral]I'd like a room. Somewhere away from from the well-trafficked areas. Built like a zero room, where a sense of peace can be achieved, but with a raised platform on one end and pews with knee rests. Keys for this room to be made for myself and Sergeant Neil Howie ( Read more... )

[Private to Rassilon]

[Omega's sitting back on an office, chair, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, a drink in his hand. He's not looking at the camera, though he glances up at it before he speaks.] We shall have to decide what dialect we are speaking because I was unaware 'making friends with Narvin' was the same as 'make him your lackey'. You've ( Read more... )

[Private to Admiral]

Provide Braxiatel with a female Chartreaux kitten and the miscellaneous accessories meant for the kitten's comfort.

OOC: So he can have a cat to stroke when observing the upcoming furore.

[Private to K, after Narvin's message]

Was your... trip designed to tie up loose ends?

[Private to Braxiatel]

Welcome back. I trust you're all in one piece?

[Private to Narvin]

We didn't talk much during that last one, how did you fare?

[Private to the EMH]

I'm afraid Rassilon wasn't much company. My apologies.

[Well, Omega woke up, because all the anguish going on is not conducive to a restful sleep, thought 'hey, so this what this room looks like' and 'is that my fire? Oops!' before realising that he's not going to be of much help dead on his feet and rambly thinking. So he stumbled all the way back to his room for a nap. He had just gotten the slightly ( Read more... )

[Ladies and Gentlemen, to whom it may concern, Ryan Tubridy, Peylix looks into the camera and looks irritably into the camera.] Rassilon! [He sighs, be patient, ok? He continues with some affection, if long suffering patience.] I appreciate you're trying to cheer me up, but taking me away right before class? Like Cardinal Luvis doesn't have enough ( Read more... )

[Omega is on deck, the brightest place, and looking presentable. See what you've done, Rayne? Omega's a politician ( Read more... )