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TF: Where to Begin
Apr. 13th, 2015 06:03 pmHow do I make my OOC Intro?
How do I make my IC Intro?
Where can my character go?
Sickbay Check-ups
Rooms/Roommates
Wait, my character has no money
NPCs
Important or Otherwise Useful Links
( How do I make my OOC Intro? )
( How do I make my IC Intro? )
( Where can my character go? )
( Quarantine and Sickbay Check-ups )
( Rooms/Rommates )
( Wait, my character has no money )
( NPCs )
( Important or Otherwise Useful Links )
How do I make my IC Intro?
Where can my character go?
Sickbay Check-ups
Rooms/Roommates
Wait, my character has no money
NPCs
Important or Otherwise Useful Links
( How do I make my OOC Intro? )
( How do I make my IC Intro? )
( Where can my character go? )
( Quarantine and Sickbay Check-ups )
( Rooms/Rommates )
( Wait, my character has no money )
( NPCs )
( Important or Otherwise Useful Links )
Gaila | nuTrek | thatbarways
Jun. 10th, 2014 08:51 am<[IMG SRC="http://www.dreamwidth.org/userpic/7819708/2253510" ALIGN="left" HSPACE="10" VSPACE="10">Ensign Gaila betIlley - still in her Science blues - is sitting at the Bar, drinking a bright pink cocktail with the almost-grim determination to enjoy it that only comes from a double-shift. A double-shift when one is part of a starship's sensor crew.
And that starship just went through a particle cloud of unknown origin.
She'll be ordering another cocktail when she's done, thanks.
[notes! this Gaila wasn't killed at the Battle of Vulcan, and while she has a somewhat distinctive smell, she's not putting any seductive pheromone whammy on.
EP open until I say otherwise]
And that starship just went through a particle cloud of unknown origin.
She'll be ordering another cocktail when she's done, thanks.
[notes! this Gaila wasn't killed at the Battle of Vulcan, and while she has a somewhat distinctive smell, she's not putting any seductive pheromone whammy on.
EP open until I say otherwise]
Yulia, Night Watch Pentology, thatbarways
Jul. 28th, 2013 03:17 pmThere is a young sorceress sitting at the bar, strawberry milkshake firmly in hand. Not that she looks particularly like a sorceress capable of untangling threads of magic and potential - rather, she looks like (and is) a thirteen-year-old girl dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a loose blue sweater. There is a grey parka bundled up on the stool next to her, lined with fake fur with a pair of gloves resting on them.
Moscow in February can be cold, shockingly enough.
Not that Yulia is concerned about the weather, or indeed all of those tangled shades of magic that Milliways has. Rather, she is glaring at the discman on the bar, as if it might spontaneously start working again.
Well it might, okay.
Moscow in February can be cold, shockingly enough.
Not that Yulia is concerned about the weather, or indeed all of those tangled shades of magic that Milliways has. Rather, she is glaring at the discman on the bar, as if it might spontaneously start working again.
Well it might, okay.
M'ways-ish: Sameth
Apr. 8th, 2012 02:23 pmHe misses the sun.
Perhaps, mostly, he misses his city (his city), but he's lived on the surface for so many decades, he misses it. He is grateful to be alive of course, grateful to be in his family's complex in The City (it's the only dwarvish city known in his world, so it is merely The City), but he misses the wind, he misses having weather, he misses the sky.
He misses the sun.
So today, he's outside, clothes simple, shirt rolled up to his elbows as he strolls around the Milliways grounds.
The weather and sky and sun here may not be wholly natural, but it's better. He'll take it.
Perhaps, mostly, he misses his city (his city), but he's lived on the surface for so many decades, he misses it. He is grateful to be alive of course, grateful to be in his family's complex in The City (it's the only dwarvish city known in his world, so it is merely The City), but he misses the wind, he misses having weather, he misses the sky.
He misses the sun.
So today, he's outside, clothes simple, shirt rolled up to his elbows as he strolls around the Milliways grounds.
The weather and sky and sun here may not be wholly natural, but it's better. He'll take it.
