How very...primitive. [The video flicks on, and T'Pol is looking very obviously disgusted. And haughty. And really disgusted. It's not her typical YOU HAVE TO SEARCH THESE EMOTIONS OUT, nope, she is straight up mocking the barge.

Oh and her hair is long again. FLOOD RULE.]

Is this meant to keep me here? Primitive and pathetic. Who is in command ( Read more... )

[Backdated a bit to before the end of the flood:]

[Private to Trip]

Meet me in my room.

[Spam for Rhade]

[Immediately after this, T'Pol headed for Rhade's room. She was quick, but not without care, and checked the hall several times before slipping down the corridor to knock on his door.]

How long before the complaints ad nauseum cease, another hour? Two? Perhaps someone would like to give us an inkling as to what the flood is this time. Even the faintest of usefulness is preferable to listening to the lamentations of humans.

[Private to T-X]

Give me access to the lab.

I'm getting sick of all this bouncing around. So what is it this time? Raise your hands if you're affected. Or wings. It's not an animal flood again, is it? Can't take the clean up.

((OOC: CHANGED MY MIND this may turn out awful and I may regret it, but. T'Pol is now Nora Timmer from Slow Burn, and as far as she's concerned she always has been. ( Read more... )

[T'Pol has long hair. Again. The universe wants it this way, clearly. She's smiling, and reclining in a chair, and if one sleeve is falling off her shoulder, she doesn't seem to notice it. Otherwise, she's dressed nicely, if a little loosely for the times.]

Gents - and ladies [that gets a small smirk] - when you get bored of Ms. Owens' lovely ( Read more... )

[Someone who looks very much like T'Pol is sitting in T'Pol's room. But she's also a hell of a lot more poised than T'Pol, and much more in control of her emotions. There isn't even a hint on her face of what she (totally isn't) feeling.]This isn't quite what I expected, when my daughter said she was pursuing a Starfleet posting. A penal ship, in ( Read more... )

[Hi Barge. There's a very serene looking Vulcan on the screen. She isn't quite smiling yet, but it's lying in wait.] In light of the recent flood, if anyone would like to discuss their experiences, I have a good deal of free time on my hands. Slade has slipped into a barge coma, it would seem. I've left him in his room, and intend to check in on ( Read more... )

[The video flicks on to T'Pol looking almost alarmed. Behind her, Trip is shirtless, and there is definitely a (baby) bump to the left of his stomach. He's sitting on her bed and - is that crying? That might be crying.]

Who in the infirmary has remained unaffected by the flood? I believe we will require medical attention.

[Private to Slade]

[ ( 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... )

[The video's streaming from the computer on T'Pol's desk, instead of her PADD; she figured it was the better way to get a wider view, and she wants to get the cat in the shot - but she isn't going anywhere near him. Khoteth is stretched out on her bed, kneading the sheets, and looking very content. He's ignoring the fact that his human turned tiny ( Read more... )