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Topic: RDI Stats 2009
Subject: Fun...


Had no idea there were so many people who ran into this site

It's very exciting to see how much those numbers have gone up in only a year.



M.


Posted on 2009-10-27 at 14:11:29.

Topic: Is it just me or does the comings and goings section have a stupdendous number of threads?
Subject: Sibby!


Well don't get lost in the pile of paper... we will miss you greatly and will lots and lots until we are certain you have escaped relativly paper cut free from all those essays.



M.


Posted on 2009-10-27 at 02:10:03.

Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: *sniff*


You guys are going to make me get all sentimental and start crying!



you all!!

M.


Posted on 2009-10-26 at 15:08:52.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: :)


Thank you Olan!

M.

Posted on 2009-10-26 at 14:39:48.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Moving On


"Well... I guess since we are all still here we had better get going."

She keeps her sword out.

"I didn't see anything down the hall, but after what we have seen already in this forsaken place I think we need to stay on our toes. We will need to rest soon though."

Moving out with the others she tries to prepare herself for whatever might be awaiting them.


Posted on 2009-10-25 at 01:33:14.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Fresh Fish...


Stardate: 2368.04.10
Cmdr. Kennedy - Forward Photon Torpedo Launch Bay 0807


The computer had no doubt told Ensign Warwick that Cmdr. Kennedy was currently on Deck 25. When he arrives there he will find her overseeing those pretty new torpedo’s into their homes. Two other boys in gold are working under her. She is bent over one of the torpedo’s her lips moving along with a song he can’t hear, her fingers moving over the panel on the top of it.

When he speaks she looks up, those sharp hazel eyes falling on the freshly pressed image of Ensign Warwick.

“Ensign Warwick reporting for duty sir.” John said as he came to Starfleet’s version of attention.

Dear Lord what have I gotten myself into with this one?

Slowly she stood up, much slower than necessary, leaving the poor boy at attention the whole time. MeCall had mentioned that there would someone new beaming on. She scoured her memory for the information MeCall had sent her on the boy. Then nodded.

“As you were Ensign.” She put her hands on the torpedo and looked over the surface at Warwick.

“Well then, have you gotten settled yet?”

OOC: Assuming he responds positively.

“Good. I assume that since you are reporting for duty that means your rested and ready to actually do some work?”

OOC: Assuming he again responds positively.

“Alright. Well let’s get a few things straight first. Everything that happens to this ship is our business. I’m not here to babysit you. I expect my team to know their jobs and to do them well the first time. If something isn’t done right it puts the rest of the crew in danger. That being said, if you don’t know what you are doing, ask. Ignorance is not an excuse for poor performance. I won’t chew you out for asking, I’ll chew you out for messing something up when you didn’t ask. You do your job and we won’t have any problems. Got it?”

OOC: Waits for response before going on.

“I hear your main focus is warp drives. Currently however we are in dock so there isn’t much use for them. You know anything about these?” She runs her hand almost in a caress down the case of the torpedo.”

OOC: Another pause for his response.

“Alright, well first thing I’d like you to do is come up with a quick briefing about them for Engineering and Tactical. Nothing lengthy or too technical, just the nuts and bolts about how they work and what we are going to benefit from these babies. After that…” She grins brightly, “there is something I’ll need you to look into. How are your taste buds?”

Without waiting for his confused response she moves on, “There seems to be an issue with the replicator. See Chief MeCall for more information, and anything else you need.”

“If there is nothing else… you’re dismissed.”


Posted on 2009-10-25 at 00:50:00.
Edited on 2009-10-26 at 20:51:31 by Merideth

Topic: Newcomer
Subject: Yay!


Another lovely new face around here.

Lots of welcomes to you.

Sounds like you will find lots of others with alike interests here.

Check out the recruitment section for information on upcoming games, and if you run into a current game thread that looks interesting it can't hurt to send the person(s) running it a PM.

Hope you like it and feel free to ask any of us questions.

Welcome welcome!

M.


Posted on 2009-10-24 at 23:37:16.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Logbooks covered in Cocoa...


1. Emybear: The replicators are misreplicating the taste of hot cocoa, just something I made up to give engineering something to do. Not really important, just one of those things that gives a game 'flavor' in this case - bitter

2. Updated Logbook with Kennedy and Warwick's actions...

3. Updated Logbook incorrectly and can't figure out how to change it, see there I go again trying to make the newbies feel better about making mistakes: Oh Glorious DemiGod Leader Man (yes still sucking up over here ), can you change the time from 0008 to 0800?

4. Warwick... will have a post up as soon as I can with all your delightful new duties aboard 'my' ship (I only lend it to the Captain you know? )

M.


Posted on 2009-10-24 at 22:21:56.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Ah ha!


Leave it to Rer to take the blame...

Culprit found... *rubs hands* Now must devise appropriate punishment

M.


Posted on 2009-10-23 at 19:43:58.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: lol


Well thanks for all the cocoa compliments.
I was just looking over the 'technology' area on Alpha Memory to see what I could have broken down for Engineering to fix and replicators caught my eye. Right about then I went... 'man I could use some hot cocoa, it's not really good for the new eat healthy kick, but man I want some... wait! I don't have any! grrr'

And so... there it is. Inspirational moments at their best.

BTW... so far it just says 'they' are complaining about the cocoa... if someone would like to have their character head up the complaints for that please feel free

M.


Posted on 2009-10-23 at 18:15:52.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Aye!


You keep your hands off my replicators!
If this ship needs kicking -I'll- be the one to do it.

M.

Posted on 2009-10-23 at 14:31:45.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Second Try...


You know I only did this to make the newbies feel better, see even us seasoned innmates make mistakes.

Besides this is probably more fun anyway:

In 2368, Federation photon torpedo warhead yields had at least 16 preset levels. A large explosion was created with five torpedoes set to level 16. (TNG: "New Ground")

New toys for Mac to play with. I made up the name... there was a pic of Data standing before a Mark V torpedo, so I added a I to make it the newest version with all 16 levels of whoop ***.

Correction in.

M.

Posted on 2009-10-23 at 13:45:44.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: New Toys...


Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery - Cmdr. Kennedy’s Quarters – 0730


=/\=
Communications:
Universal Translator Update received from Starfleet.
Inputing new data.
Testing – 2368.04.11 0900

Propulsions:
All systems operational.
Plasma Conduits in process of cleansing.
Estimated completion – 2368.04.12

Maintenance:
Repairs to Medical Exam Room 2B completed.
Inspection of Bridge completed – passed inspection

Systems:
Starfleet contacted concerning replicator ‘Cocoa’ problem.
No other reported cases.
Further investigation in progress.

Computers:
Voice Command malfunction of 3 Turbolift cars detected.
Cars pulled from use until repairs completed.

Weapons:
Photon Torpedo exchange running smoothly.
New procedures and guidelines being reviewed for Mark VI Torpedo.
=/\=

Cmdr. Kennedy read over the report that MeCall had sent to her a few minutes ago. Nodding to herself she looked it over again as she started working out some details.

She put down the PADD and leaned back in her chair. There was half an hour until she began her shift and McCall, punctual as always, had sent her the report to make sure she was up to date before her shift began.

Even at this hour in the morning a heavy base made the coffee sitting next to her ripple. With a sigh she picked up the coffee and took a sip while she collected her thoughts. The coffee only made her remember the ‘Cocoa Disaster’ though.

Cocoa! They are worried about the cocoa not tasting right, being too bitter. Chocolate was bitter! If it wasn’t bitter there was too much sugar in it. Cocoa!
I’ve got turbolifts sending people to the wrong destination and new photon torpedos to install and they’ve got me running around chasing after cocoa!

I just hope that those torpedos work like Federation says they will. If we get into a situation where we need them and we end up spraying a bird of prey with cocoa instead of 16 levels of whoop *** I’m going to kill someone.


Kennedy shoved up from her chair, setting down the coffee only half drunk. The red boxers with a black skull and cross bones stitched across the backside and the black tank-top were quickly exchanged for the ever impressive gold and black uniform. At her dresser the familiar clink of metal on metal rang out in the room as she carefully removed silver barbells and hoops from her face and ears. Running a comb through her hair she looked at her reflection for a moment. She had once been striking, not soft and beautiful, but striking with firm features that would cause men to look at her twice and then wonder if they should have. Now she was getting older, crow’s feet creeping up around a pair of eyes that had taken on an icy coolness to them over the years. She was still striking she supposed, but one those women that younger men would call ‘good looking for her age.’ Shaking her head she grabbed the tool belt off a hook near the door and slung it around her hips. The PADD slipped perfectly into one of the pockets on the belt and she hit the button next to the door and waited for it to slide open.

She had a job to do. First stop: Torpedo Bay 1.

On the way she pulled out the PADD again and sent a report to the Captain:

=/\= All systems operational and ready for launch. Latest Universal Translator Programming installing today. Inspection of ship proceeding as scheduled, minor repairs being done. Voice Command malfunction with Turbolift identified and being repaired. New Mark VI torpedo’s installing. Scheduling joint briefing for TAC and Engineering to go over new procedures. – Cmdr. Kennedy, CEO =/\=

Then another to Lt. MacTavish:
=/\= Mark VI torpedo’s are in. Need to schedule briefing for TAC and Engineering to go over your new ‘toys.’ – Cmdr. Kennedy=/\=

Cocoa?! she shook her head again and then told the engineers who had snapped to attention when she approached the Torpedo Bay to return to ‘as they were.’ Smiling she slipped an earpiece over her left ear and ran a hand down the smooth outer casing of one of the warheads.

“Alright boys, let’s get these beauty’s put into their homes…” she ordered while the loud guitar of ‘Killer Roses’ wailed into her ear.


Posted on 2009-10-23 at 13:42:17.
Edited on 2009-10-23 at 19:51:18 by Merideth

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Well Bloody Hell!


Turns out Meri can't read.

It's 2270 when the voice command happens...

not 2370...

Pulling post... revising...

M. Out.


Posted on 2009-10-23 at 13:00:40.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Sick Bay?


Well I was reading the wiki page and it said that the turbolifts became voice commanded in the 2370's... so hey I figured they would have a few ships out there testing it first, and wouldn't it be fun to do so to the Discovery?

Thought that and the cocoa could add some fun sideline 'comedy' moments.

Hope this was up to par.

M.


Posted on 2009-10-23 at 02:40:57.

Topic: A Collection of Short Stories
Subject: The Children of 408


Part One:

October 19, 2009

The day the world died began like any other.


6:40 am
Whitewash, Missouri


Click
“-going to be there from eight till eleven, and hey maybe longer if the party is happening.”
“And you know it will be.”
“That’s true, what am I thinking?”
“I don’t know man… A bunch of Spin listeners grinding out in ghoulish costumes to DJ Cash’dem –

Thud
The clock ticked by another seven minutes.

Click,
“Because you wanted more… more than I could give… more than I could bear…” Tonic droned melodramatically.

“Okay… I’m getting up” Rachel groaned and started to sit up, then slammed her hand on the alarm clock again and slunk back into the bed again, pulling the comforter up over her head; another seven minutes ticked past.

Click
“-at least it isn’t more rain. But if there was more rain in the forecast I could at least rest assured that my tires will make driving safer because I know I can depend on the technicians at Brice’s Tire Company to outfit my vehicle with the best tire for me… taking into consideration my driving needs, my vehicle and my pocketbook. Now to John Philben with traffic. How do things -”

“Uhgghhh… shit.” Rachel groaned again and sat up finally. The comforter flew to the end of the bed and her hand slammed down one final time on the alarm clock. Not only had she missed the weather report, but that corny DJ reminded her that she needed to get new tires on the little Neon that sat in the driveway. Blearily she looked at the time: 6:57

“Shhiiiit…” She repeated with more annoyance than vinegar.

Kicking at the covers she pushed herself out of bed finally. A prayer was sent toward her closet as she hoped there was something clean and ironed hanging it in that she could wear to school. The closet Gods acquiesced, but like all Gods, they had a sense of humor. Rachel ended up in a pair of khakis that were too short and a brown top that was too big, the ensemble was drab and the only matching pair of shoes she could find was black.

Welcome to Monday Morning… she thought to herself.

The trip to the bathroom was much more fruitful at least. Her hair was easy to make look great, a long mane of straight brown satin. A hair clip, a spritz of hairspray, dab of lipstick and eye shadow and she prayed everyone paid attention to her face and hair instead of her clothes.

Downstairs she gathered up her belongings as quickly as she could and headed out the door. The Neon’s lights lit up and it made a small chirp as she hit the ‘unlock’ button on the key ring. She liked how it did that, it was like the car winked at her and said hello when she approached. The first smile of the day hit the corners of her lips when it greeted her.

“Morning Bella…” and patted her blue hood in thanks as she went to open the door. “God I wish you could just drive yourself. You must know the way by now.” Rachel yawned as she started it up.

The car backed out of the driveway, and Rachel paused as she put the car into drive only long enough to turn up the radio, letting the Red Hot Chili Peppers fill the air. Her fingers tapped against the steering wheel with the beat as she drove across Whitewash.

Whitewash, Missouri. Located somewhere between the capital in Jefferson City and a cow Whitewash had been Rachel’s home for the past two years. The culture shock of living in a small rural town was finally starting to wear off. She had grown up in a suburb of Kansas City. Jeff had grown up here though. The two had moved to Kansas City right after they got married but when Jeff’s mother fell ill they moved to Whitewash to help. And so she had ended up landing a teaching job at the local elementary teaching farmer’s kids reading, writing and arithmetic.

The radio switched over to the Beatles as she passed through the one stop light in town and offered up a prayer to the traffic Gods when the light was green for her. One of the school buses turned on behind her and followed her the next two blocks and into the parking lot of Whitewash Elementary (or as the faculty liked to jokingly call it WWE).

She pulled ‘Bella’ into an unmarked parking space. First year fourth grade teachers did not apparently warrant a reserved parking spot. As she gathered her bags and walked toward the back entrance of the school, however, she noted that there were only about twenty parking spaces for the whole school anyway, she had only parked five spaces down from the spot marked ‘Principal’ where the black BMW was parked, and she wondered what the point of the reserved spots were anyway, save for just making the BMW feel special. With a slight rolling of her eyes she found her way inside and to her classroom room 408.

“Marked parking spaces but no wireless internet…” she sighed to no one in particular as she hooked up her laptop to the blue LAN line that had been taped to the floor from the wall jack to the foot of her desk. Even the laptop had not been school supplied. There was a five year old PC that rotted under her desk that they had given her. One week of that and she started to bring in her personal laptop to work from instead. The grant that the Whitewash R IV district had gotten from the state to upgrade computers last year had gone into the High School. So they had lap tops, a new computer lab for students and wireless internet capabilities. The grant they were expecting to get next year would go to the Middle School and if the government felt like giving up more money three years from now the Elementary was on the list. Until then Rachel’s home was more technologically equipped than the school she worked at.

She had just enough time to log into her computer, pull up the lesson plans for the day and update her Facebook profile to ’Monday’s are ugghhhh…’ before the bell rang announcing the admission of the children into the building, 7:25 am.




10/22/2009: This is the first bit I've written up for a post apocolyptic story, hopefully more to come in the near future

Posted on 2009-10-23 at 00:31:22.
Edited on 2010-02-20 at 03:29:30 by Merideth

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Oh!


Post!

Hey did someone say something about Twelfth Night? *swoons* One of my favorites. Viola is on the possible sea monkey name list because of that play... when the butler dude dresses up in those yellow stockings I die laughing.

Props to The Bard...

God... I'm off topic... well not exactly.

Klingons love Shakespeare don't they?

M.

P.S. 'Sure Mac go ahead and test those phasers but if you had actually spent the time to read the report I had sent you you might realize that I am still working on calibrating them and you might get a real close hair cut if ye ain't careful...'

Posted on 2009-10-22 at 23:34:37.
Edited on 2009-10-22 at 23:46:14 by Merideth

Topic: Loaded Dice #25: Morality and Prisoners
Subject: See...


This is why you should NEVER take prisoners... just kill 'em all!



M.


Posted on 2009-10-22 at 14:40:28.

Topic: GiGi's Triumphant Return Celebrated Across All 'Verses
Subject: Ohhh... Glory


Now there is a name I remember from old...
Yes yes welcome back. Always good to have familiar faces around here.

p.s. You should change the thread short name to 'Back in Commission!'

M.

Posted on 2009-10-22 at 12:53:06.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: :)


Yay!
Beautiful work Nimu.

Poor Alex to get caught between the two of them.

I'm absolutely loving where this is going... mainly because I have no idea where it is going!

M.


Posted on 2009-10-22 at 00:28:43.

Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Kitti-tude


"Aww... soft..." Alice murmured, as she ran her hand over Smoke's body.

The taint was strong and as Alice touched her Smoke could feel the oily sickness of it against her. Her mouth opened a little as cats do when they smell something bad or very strong, a row of tiny white teeth glistened in the early afternoon light. The hairs along Smoke’s spine tingled but she held her reserve, and let Alice’s hand smooth them down, although they threatened to spike back up immediately.

Out of the corner of her awareness she caught ear of Alex and the lovely woman stepping out of the store.

With a quick motion she reached out to grab his arm and drew herself close to him, "That is no little girl," she whispered in Alexander's ear, "She is immortal. Take Smoke inside and let me deal with this," although she spoke in a whisper her tone echoed with severity, "Do not argue with me."

This certainly made her hair stand on edge for a moment, and her lips curled into a slight snarl, but for the moment she stayed where she was and let the girl run her hand down her back again, smoothing down the hair for a moment before it puffed back up, Smoke looking like she could really use a dryer sheet right now.

Penelope approached and asked the girl about her mother, a question the girl had some difficulty with. Smoke felt sorry for Alice, and she respected the girl’s condition. She didn’t feel she had any reason to currently fear the girl though, and so she stayed put.

“Smoke! Where do ya think you’re goin’,” he called to the bast, falling into the ruse that he’d just chased his escaping pet out onto the street, “C’mon, sweety! Get back here!”

Golden feline slits turned up to Alex.

”You really dumb enough to think I’m going to listen to that?” Smoke smarts off to Alex.

”And you… I don’t really even know you, so don’t you go start thinking you can boss me around just because your some powerful immortal…” to Penelope.

”Now then… I want to know where she is living. She’s not posing a threat currently… just talk to her. Find out where she is living, and if she won’t answer… I need to know and I’ll follow her to find out if I have to.” she offers to both of them.


Posted on 2009-10-21 at 15:29:12.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Thank Ye!


Ever so kindly!

M.

BTW: Thought I would mention that the picture of the PADD from 2151 looks just like a Kindle! Might be a nice accessory for your Halloween Trek Costume... if you have an extra $300 dollars

M.

Posted on 2009-10-21 at 14:24:21.
Edited on 2009-10-21 at 15:09:56 by Merideth

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Trekie-Wanna-Be Question of the Day


Okay... Would Kennedy have some kind of 'Blackberry' equivalent computer thingy she could walk around with and get reports and messages and such?

And if so what is the thing called and can someone give me a real quick and dirty on how it operates?

Domo Arigato,

M.

Posted on 2009-10-21 at 13:47:51.

Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: muwahahaha!


Minion! *rubs hands together with evil glee*

I mean... Ion... welcome to Engineering! *grin*

M.


Posted on 2009-10-20 at 19:45:52.

Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Just... wow...


Olan... this has been the best game recuitment thread in like forever. How many newbies have we gotten to express interest? Not to mention all of us old regulars...

Props to you.

M.


Posted on 2009-10-19 at 01:01:57.

 


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