Paris. Not exactly where I'd pick for some shore leave, but I guess I'll take it. Way everyone was talking, kind of figured this would be a hell of a lot worse.

Anyone know what happened to the Eiffel Tower?

[Private to Sloth]You want to do some exploring? Figure this is a little different from what you're used to, might as well take advantage of ( Read more... )

Whatever this invisible, whistlin' - [Ssshhhhshsssh.] - he's starting to sorely test my patience.

[Private to Sloth]

Dr. Leonard McCoy. I've got your file. Where do you want to meet?

[Private to John Connor]Either stop by the infirmary when you've gotta chance or let me know when's a good time to stop by your room. I've got a couple things I ( Read more... )

[Hello again, Barge. This time, McCoy sounds a little less clipped and frazzled and more just grouchy, because he’s had time to settle in, but he’s still very :| about the whole idea of being able to just walk around on deck in the open air with space just… hanging out there. It’s a strange thing to adjust to ( Read more... )

[The microphone clicks on before the video feed does, but after some relatively hard to hear grumbling about technology and how he doesn’t have time for this and he’s a doctor not an engineer, the video clicks on to reveal what might be a familiar face. Or, is, if you’ve ever seen Cooper around. Regardless, he’s wearing a blue Starfleet uniform, ( Read more... )

( I may throw up on you. )