I apologize for my conduct over the last few days. I was not myself.

I hope that I did not cause any undue alarm.

...Kaylee. I'm sorry that I frightened you.

...

...

We cannot hear the others. Our ship. Where is it.

[ooc: Sev's been deaged. Trick with that is, most of her 'young' life was spent as a Borg drone. Have fun with Seven of Nine how she used to be!

She may deem people irrelevant and not respond to them. Feel grateful. If this happens I'll at least comment back and let you know what's going ( Read more... )

...this is ridiculous. I refuse to wear this.

Has anyone had any success with getting rid of these things?

[harsh breathing, small sobs--her voice is smaller, high-pitched.]

...Papa? Mommy?

N-No! Get away from me! PAPA!! MOMMY!!

[panicked scream]

We're going to crash!

[ooc: she's still dreaming, but she's knocked the journal open in panicked flailing. Sev is reliving the night she was assimilated. :x]

[wow, she's actually writing for once.]

The city looked...nice, this last week. Strange, but nice.

Or perhaps I'm just unused to seeing such varied surroundings.

...it has been nearly two months. I didn't think it would be so hard to be separated...

...I do not understand the purpose of this celebration.

[ooc: lol social retard. someone seriously get her to go drink.]

[It's not all that often that Seven does this, but sometimes while working on something, she'll start to sing. This is one of those times. It's faint at first, growing slightly louder as she keeps singing. She doesn't really know the meaning behind the song, and her voice, while strong, is somewhat lacking in emotion.]Amazing Grace, how sweet the ( Read more... )

[recorded sounds of the beach and docks, then a calm, deep, feminine voice--nearly inflectionless]

...this is a strange, inefficient way to communicate.

My designation is Seven of Nine. I am a crewman aboard the USS Voyager. If any Starfleet personnel see this communication, respond.

[sound of a phaser firing]This environment is...hostile. ( Read more... )