Intro log?

[pinnd_buttrfly]

WHO: Soubi, OPEN - is this okay to do here? >_>
WHERE: OUTSIDE YOUR ROOM. :)
WHEN: Wow, okay, I'm crap at this keeping-track-of-ports thing already. Is everyone back on the barge already? If not, please assume that this is when everyone is coming back onto the barge.
WARNINGS: One lightly zombiefied guy with an attitude.

Comments

I've been watching Enterprise, so cat-ape-descendent things get to meet. :p

[with_discipline]

T'Pol was on her way to the dining hall; New York had been an - interesting experience, but she would not visit again, if given the choice. It was too loud, too cold, and far too crowded for her tastes. The constant thrum of energy and people left her relieved to return to the Barge. Then again, she'd been pleased to return after the last Port as well; it was likely the beginning of a pattern, if others were to be believed

THEY'RE SO GOOD AT IT.

[with_discipline]

"I have not. But I am not familiar with every member on the ship. It is possible that person is aboard." She was tempted to ask who Aoyagi was, but resisted the urge.

[pinnd_buttrfly]

He began to walk forward again, quickly and with purpose. "Where are the other Wardens?" he asked without looking back.

[with_discipline]

T'Pol pursed her lips and started after him, lengthening her stride. "They are housed on the various decks. You should have been supplied a communication device of some kind. A computer, or a notebook; it will allow you to communicate with everyone on the ship."

[pinnd_buttrfly]

He was barely listening to her. Seimei. Could Seimei really be here with him? God, if he could see Seimei again... If he could just be with him again... Please be here, Seimei, please....

He made a noncommittal sound in his throat and continued walking. Not that he knew where he was going. But he'd figure it out for Seimei.

[with_discipline]

T'Pol exhaled sharply - it was not a sigh - and slowed her pace. She didn't want to chase an inmate she did not know around the Barge while he searched for someone that may or may not be on the ship at all. She pursed her lips. "You would have better luck addressing the barge's occupants, Mister Agatsuma."

[pinnd_buttrfly]

He stopped in his tracks.

"What do you mean? Do you know someone who might know everyone on this ship?"

[with_discipline]

On her PADD, she pulled up the recent entries into the barge's communication system, holding the device up so that the blond could see. "As I said, you've likely been provided with a journal of some kind. It will allow you to address the members of this ship on a grand scale. It is the most logical course to take in finding someone."

Um, so do we keep this log going even though a post is being sent? Yes?

[pinnd_buttrfly]

As she spoke, he slowly put a hand in the pocket of his coat. His hand clamped around a very familiar shape: the cell phone that he had gotten from Seimei to keep in contact. It was a very new phone, built with a tiny keyboard for texting as well as number keys. He'd gotten very good at texting; Seimei had kept in constant contact with him. If he asked for Seimei here, he'd answer, wouldn't he? If he had been given his cell phone aboard this ship, so would he...

Hesitantly, he opened the cell phone. It turned on with a rising pitch; as the screen began to glow blue his heart began to race. He entered a single sentence into it:

"Is Aoyagi Seimei on this barge?"

His breath nearly caught; he hoped that T'Pol couldn't see how nervous he was. Seimei, please be on this barge, please...

Youuuur call! We canhavethempart. She probably won't stick around; emotions make her uncomfortable.

[with_discipline]

No such luck, Soubi. Just because Vulcans hid their emotions didn't mean they weren't acutely attuned to them. T'Pol arched an eyebrow at the device he held; an ancient communicator? She wasn't familiar with it. In any case, she was being ignored in its favor, and that left her to shift awkwardly, hands clasped behind her back. Perhaps she should just leave him to it.

Fair enough. They'll talk again when the new guy has calmed down,

[pinnd_buttrfly]

A moment after the text had been sent, a message report popped onto the screen. Soubi started walking forward quickly again before the answer had even finished downloading.

Poor Soubi. :<

[with_discipline]

T'Pol watched for a moment before turning on her heel to continue down to the mess hall. Her patience was frayed already; he would eventually come to understand the barge, with the help of his warden if all else failed. In the mean time, she had her own things to take care of.