xiv [ location: uss enterprise ] / [ accidental visual ].

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

While Kirk had since decided that whatever was going on with Uhura to make her act in such an uncharacteristic way was a glitch of some kind that he wasn't going to hang around her long enough to figure out, he hadn't yet realized that what had happened in the doorway to his ready room was also a glitch. Maybe if he'd seen the mistletoe hanging over it, he would've put two and two together, but he was so thrown off by Uhura's strange behavior and the out of the blue kiss itself that he'd failed to notice it. Instead, he'd turned tail and marched out of the room, off the bridge, and off the ship itself. But, instead of heading for the trams to go somewhere that wasn't his ship, he hovered just outside it.

And promptly slammed his fist into the hull.

The sound of bones colliding with and breaking against tritanium is not a pleasant one, nor is the string of curses the captain lets out following the impact. Today was full of moments that were not his best or brightest.

〣 HOLO 〣 stand like a rock, on top of the mountain

[clonedcuckoos.livejournal.com]

<I think I liked the last Cerebra better,> Celeste murmured across the link to her sisters, peering down past the ledge in the middle of the room. Telepathy was so much easier than talking, and faster too. Not to mention the round metal walls echoed like crazy with more conventional conversation. Very disquieting, and quiet was so much nicer.

<That doesn't make any sense,> retorted Phoebe from where she was tweaking the settings at the desk. <It's the same as the one in Westchester, built from the same blueprints. Identical.>

<Like us,> Mindee added. It might have been a try at teasing, joking. If they could have, they probably would have giggled at it. They would have before, and that thought flitting through their minds (impossible to tell which one had thought it first) might have caused regret. But it was rather hard to feel regret about no longer feeling anything. It was just another kind of echo. The only reaction any of them really gave was a small shrug from Phoebe's end. She sent a little buzz at the other two, and they drifted over to see what was so noteworthy.

When they were all standing together, the world suddenly shifted and they were in an entirely different metal room. All three's eyes quickly turned white as they mentally reached out, probing to find who was doing this.

"Teleportation," they stated in perfect unison, apparently unsurprised by the fact they were no longer where they were. Celeste randomly noted a lack of echo in this place. Hm. Mindee gave her a slight nudge to get back on track. "Neat trick. But-"

"It-" Celeste started off, "won't," then Mindee, "work," finished Phoebe, each word said as smoothly as if they were just one girl instead of three.

"We know you're out there," they said, quickly reverting back to the tandem speaking. The Cuckoos hardly needed Cerebra enhancing their powers to pinpoint several dozen minds. "No use hiding from us."

x05 [visual] The wolf at the door -

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

"Useless. Each and every one of them."

The Master is pacing in a small, bland room. Suit jacket thrown over a chair near to the tablet, shirtsleeves ruffled, teeth clenched – he hasn’t exactly gotten out much, by the looks of it. He doesn’t give the tablet even a glance as he nudges it around to display a limp, male figure, barely keeping upright in a chair, wires leaving from his head, arms, and chest, leading somewhere off screen.

The Master tiptoes over to the figure and supports one of the pale hands to wave it towards the screen. Despite his frustrations, he certainly looks amused with himself.

"Although this one here made quite some progress, before his dear old heart could not take the strain."

He lets the hand fall free and casts the unmoving figure a pitiful look. Then, after he’s had his ‘fun’, he saunters up to the tablet, hands settling on each side of it, and he leans very close to the camera. He scowls.

"Not a single one of you are really worth anything, are you? You’re all subdued, pathetic. I bet even some of you are happy here in Taxon! All of you humans, likely. Bet you wouldn’t even bite the hand that feeds you if the time ever came."

He turns only his head away to laugh, then slowly cranes it back. His irritation has returned in full.

"Why not consider your situation again, hm?" He clicks his tongue and his voice drops lower. "Step out of your boxes. Prove that you have any merit at all. I dare you." He shakes his head, eyes narrowing. He's staring at something beyond the tablet. After a moment, he adds, "No, it's unlikely. There can only be one, you idiot."

No one ever suggested that the Master was sane.

"Well then. Their blood is on your hands. How about that?" he grins and laughs again. "Oooh I can't wait to see your expression..."

011. [visual] maybe surrounded by a million people i still feel all alone.

[notanemptymotto.livejournal.com]

Normally, at a time like this, Helen would be in bed sleeping. Most of the Sanctuary were already in bed. That was when she took her time to rest as well. Old habits from home died hard, if they died at all. However, tonight, Helen stayed up in her office with a luke warm mug of tea in her hands. The volume on the computer was low with a faint forgotten Christmas carol playing from it.

With everyone in bed, at least that was what she believed, she had the privacy to lower her guard and the emotional walls. She was devastated when she realized that John and Henry were gone. She covered it up with the cheer of the season, not wanting others to see how upset she was because of it. It was a holiday of happiness. They didn't need their spirits dampened by the ache she had from her adopted son being stolen away. And the continual pain of having John taken away from her yet again.

The tablet was set aside so that could be seen was the fireplace. She sat with her legs crossed on the couch. Her eyes stayed on the fire as the flames danced. Helen had finally brought herself to lock up Henry's office and room so that no one else would occupy it. She had finally cleaned out the room John was staying. Helen sighed and brushed her fingers against her cheeks.

[ooc; location is helen's office for those who want to bug her there. :)]

IX. [voice]/[location: sfa] play me your christmas pipes.

[makeshisownway.livejournal.com]

[The voice function pops on over the tablet. There's a bit of a nervous shuffle and an exhale.]

So, Taxon... I just, I need to apologize for what happened last month. What I did to some of you was... [A slow sigh.] If there's anything I can do to make it up to you? Let me know. I'll let you beat the crap out of me. I'll meet you somewhere, or, just however you want to work it out.

Just, whatever I need to do to set it right.

[Then Peter quickly shuts the tablet off.]

--

Peter shoved the tablet into his pocket and ran his hand down his face. He was pretty sure someone wanted to beat the tar out of him for what happened. If they just let him get away with just an apology, he'd be shocked. He didn't deserve that. No matter what anyone else said.

He looked up at the large tree that the people in the Sanctuary had placed up. He hadn't paid attention to the holidays so far. He missed Thanksgiving, and he didn't want to even have to face the rest of his family on Christmas. Things were so screwed up that he'd be fine with just throwing himself into some type of labor somewhere. Not that he was really going to find any in Taxon.

Peter shook his head and tapped at the ornaments on the tree.