Shortly after I first arrived here, leaves began to fall on deck and demons boarded the ship. That was two years ago. Last year, leaves also fell. We visited Earth during the twenty-first century, in a city called Salem. Many of us purchased costumes there, and later found ourselves turned into what those costumes depicted ( Read more... )

In another month, I will have been here two years. I graduated one inmate - though I've never been certain it was my help he required - and I've lost three others in the abrupt fashion most of us are familiar with. I've seen first hand what the Admiral is capable of doing for us, and what he's willing to do ( Read more... )

[This post? Completely an accident. It goes up a little while after the flood ends, at the tail end of which tiny!Trip gave her chocolate. She had no idea what chocolate would do to her at five. The effects kind of...lasted ( Read more... )

[T'Pol has had it. She's been here four days no, and it isn't like the kahs-wan she's supposed to take in a few years, it's a bunch of potential kidnappers, and possibly a pirate, and children who touch their food and eat meat and take things apart. The only positive in all of this, so far as she can tell, is the fact that it seems they haven't ( Read more... )

[T'Pol is angry. She's hiding it pretty well, but anyone close to her can recognize the hard lines in her face. She's pretty much had it with the way things are structured, and that on top of pretty much feeling Trip dying is enough for a brisk little Vulcan rant.]The hierarchy on this ship is extremely simple: there are wardens, and there are ( Read more... )

[T'Pol's hanging out near the Vault's exit, linefacing at the terrain. It's close to familiar terrain, except for the complete wreckage. But the almost desert like conditions, she's cool with that.] Has anyone found evidence that this...Vault may have housed others before us? While it doesn't seem beyond the Admiral's capabilities to create one ( Read more... )

I believe we're approaching the influx of new crew members. It's somewhat odd that so many have vanished just beforehand. Does anyone have a solid room count? [Maybe the Admiral's just. Making room. Oh God something else to worry about. :|]

[Private]

( personal log. STARDATE: Unknown... )

[T'Pol is sitting in a study in her house, which is apparently all hers. Which makes how many files and papers there are sitting around kind of sad. Still, there might be a lot of things out, but it's all very, very organized. Everything's neat, it has a proper place, and not a single sheet is out of place. Yep. This is definitely T'Pol's ( Read more... )

[Private to the Borg Queen]

[Yeah she's just dreading this a little, since half the inmates seem to have turned into kids.]

Are you affected? [Because they so need to talk, but. Not if the Queen's a kid. Oh God.]

[...Damn it hope, you are hard to fight.]

Starfleet Commander T'Pol, Enterprise NX-01, serial number SA-013-8294-VR.

[A short pause, then she's trying again.] These glitches are far from traceable, and it's impossible to tell how many people might be listening, but if there are any Enterprise crew members connected to the network, I would like ( Read more... )