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M108 sewenteen_sir January 4 2010, 00:59:46 UTC
Chekov readied himself for the coming night--maps, light, pillowcase for collection of interesting items requiring further study (though what he would find in a technologically-backward world like this one was beyond him. Still. Preparedness was always a necessity).

He stood in the middle of his room, ready to receive Commander Spock and proceed with the night's mission. At least tonight there was no concern that Chekov might end up as Commander Spock's First Officer. He could at least remain calm on that front.

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Re: M108 dual_worlds January 7 2010, 00:24:50 UTC
((From here.))He was rapidly approaching Mr. Chekov's quarters by now. Once they met, their orders were to rendezvous with Kirk and McCoy. Provided that Kirk cooperated, it was possible they were mostly done with his examination. After all, without the proper equipment and tools to give the captain a thorough physical, there was only so much McCoy was able to do. If the captain gave his consent, Spock wished to perform a brief meld to ensure there was no lingering damage left after whatever procedure Kirk had been subjected to. Ultimately, he would not be able to force him, but Spock believed that was the most prudent course of action, particularly considering their current circumstances ( ... )

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Re: M108 sewenteen_sir January 12 2010, 02:18:00 UTC
The moment Chekov heard Commander Spock's voice on the other side of the door, he pushed forward two long strides and opened the door. Articles in hand, he was ready to venture out of the room.

"Ready, Commander sir," Chekov replied, pausing and then giving the Vulcan commander a firm nod. Normally, at this point, he would have requested the specifics of the mission for tonight. However given that they had yet to meet up with the other half of the crew, he simply awaited Commander Spock's order to follow him to the specified rendezvous point.

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Re: M108 dual_worlds January 15 2010, 00:50:18 UTC
As expected, Chekov's answer was prompt. One glance at him told Spock he was prepared to meet with Kirk and McCoy. It would be best not to waste any time in traveling to their block. The half Vulcan considered their options for a brief moment. While walking the path Spock had taken to Chekov's quarters would have likely been the most prudent, the fact remained that their time was limited. They had received direct orders from Kirk to rendezvous with him and McCoy, yet Spock recalled the way in which nightshift had unexpectedly ended the last time he'd traveled a similar distance to meet with the captain and Chekov ( ... )

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M109 runner_up_robot January 5 2010, 18:47:19 UTC
Dinner was quiet, as Forte and his roommate ignored each-other. It was grimly pleasant to hear that the head doctor had his own problems, but after a moment more of rest, he pulled himself up on his crutches and retrieved his flashlight.

It was a shame he didn't have any plans that would lead to real action, but at least he'd be able to talk to Teisel with a clear head. He was sure Teisel would actually help him, instead of just mocking him.

[to here]

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Re: M109 foolishmessiah January 5 2010, 23:00:09 UTC
Even with his plans for the night, Minato didn't feel like rushing out the door; it took him awhile to get moving, even as his roommate headed out before him. He checked his bandages over before heading to his desk, unlocking his drawer to pull out the blue jersey he had grabbed awhile ago; though it didn't offer anymore protection than his shirt, he felt the need to cover up the smiley face.

Minato then grabbed one of his aluminum bats and flashlight, taking a moment to check on the piece of pipe he had taken two nights ago. That pipe would be his trade item for the weapon he would hopefully receive tomorrow night.

Carefully locking up his desk once more, the boy grabbed the tie from his coat to once again secure his weapon to his waist, and then headed out into the hallway.

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M110 idontregret January 6 2010, 09:32:44 UTC
The door couldn't open quick enough, and Heat almost knocked it off its hinges when he heard it unlock. He was supposed to meet up with Roland, possibly others, but it didn't matter who else was coming as long as he got to do something.

At the last minute, some small bit of sense in the back of his mind told him that going outside without a shirt really wasn't the best of ideas. A slight chill from down the hall might have helped with this. The smiley-face was still a no-go, but he grabbed up a robe from his closet and flung it on. At the very least, there would be a pocket for his flashlight if he decided he didn't want to keep it in his hand the whole time.

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