[ When the video clicks on, it shows both Trip and T'Pol seated on the edge of T'Pol's bed. Though it's just out of sight, her hand is settled in his. She glances at him from the corner of her her before looking head on into the feed again. ]

I have been here for three years. I saw my first inmate graduate, and I saw him graduate his own inmates. I've found things and people here that I never imagined I would see again - some positive, some less so. I've died here.

[ A beat. She straightens her shoulders, lifts her chin. ] In three years, I have sought two deals from the Admiral. The first was achieved with relative ease; the second has been much more difficult.

[ T'Pol breaks off again, turning to her husband, and Trip picks up the slack: ] Back home, right before I came here, there was an extremist group called Terra Prime that wanted to expel all non-humans from Earth and from our solar system. Their leader stole samples of our DNA to try and show people what it'd look like if humans started reproducing with aliens. So, we found out we had a daughter, and she was basically bein' held hostage by these whackjobs. We went in to try and get her out and stopped him from blowin' up a good chunk of San Francisco, but they messed up the cloning process and she died after we got her back to <>Enterprise. [ And here Trip has to stop for a second, because while he's been keeping his voice pretty level, telling the facts as they happened and not focusing too much on the emotional weight of it, it's still hard to just come out and say it like that, and to remember what it had been like to watch her fade away. ] We only got to know her for a couple hours.

[ He takes a deep breath, and when he keeps going, his voice is a little more forcibly normal now. ] Right after the funeral, I came here to fix it. But it's been almost two years, and aside from patchin' up the engines and whatever people end up breaking around here, I haven't really gotten the chance to do anything that's actually gonna move us forward. I've had eight inmates, and most of 'em left before they even got a chance to make progress.

[ It's almost obvious that they draw strength from one another; T'Pol continues. ] We've been given a reprieve. Rhade changed his deal to save Elizabeth. Our daughter. I imagine there is no Vulcan alive who knows how to say thank you better than I, and thank you still does not seem enough. We'll be leaving shortly, once our affairs are in order.

[ Lifting her hand, her fingers part in the Vulcan salute, and she inclines her head. ] Live long, and prosper.

[Private to Dick and Zev]

[ A few minutes after the post goes up, she adds a private note: ] I've restored Ivy's abilities, and I do not intend to limit them again before I go. I do not, however, wish to leave without someone being aware. The two of you seemed the best options, given your relationship with Ivy. I hope you will keep an eye on her until she is reassigned; I'm sorry for any inconvenience.

[Private to Ivy]

[She's been debating how best to go about this, so when she clicks on the feed, there's really no pausing to search for words.]

I will be leaving soon. Before I go, I would like to make certain you have someone to turn to, if the necessity arises. I will not ask the Admiral to reduce your natural abilities again, but I would like someone to be aware of them should there be future difficulties. [Like with Harley. Pls don't get into a massive cat fight and rip the ship apart.]

[Spam for Trip]

[After her conversation with Rhade, T'Pol cleaned up in the lab, and then went straight to her quarters. The bond they shared didn't usually afford them an ability to actively speak mind to mind over distances, but sharing thoughts and generalized feelings wasn't so difficult.

So she knew that Trip would be waiting for her when she walked through the door. She had been keeping a list of the things she would need to do, trying not to think of Gaheris' generosity and how much she would miss him, when they had gone. With the door closed behind her, though, other emotions trickled past her damaged suppression system: happiness. Elation.

She's absorbed so many human characteristics over the last few years, constantly exposed to them - not to mention over her bond with Trip. She'll blame that over saturation for her decision to walk up to her husband, and kiss him without preamble.]

( Open spam in the infirmary/halls )

I understand I've been in a coma for roughly a month. If anyone can supply a concise report of what's happened in that time, I would appreciate it. [Not that she isn't already reading over everything.]

For those I have not met yet, my name is T'Pol. I am a warden. When I've caught up, I intend to return to work in the science lab. Any inmates who wish to make use of the lab must obtain their warden's permission, first.

[Private to Dick]

Can you tell me exactly what happened with Ivy and Mister Blake?

[Private to Steve]

I understand my inmate attacked you and yours while I slept. Are you both recovering?

[Private to Zev]

I'm aware this may be an uncomfortable request, especially as we have not met, but I would like to discuss your - encounter with Mister Blake, if possible.

[Private to Wanda]

[Later, after speaking with Seven of Nine, after her talk with Ivy, and after plenty of meditation:] I don't believe we've met. My name is T'Pol. If you're available for some time, I would like to speak with you.

[Spam for Ivy]

[T'Pol didn't waste any time, really; once she was up to speed, she headed right down to Zero to see her inmate. Her face was neutral as ever, but beneath was a mounting frustration that she was having more and more difficulty suppressing. What she had realized since waking was that this was not where she wanted to continue to wake up for the next six months, year, years, however long it took Ivy to come to terms with the things she's done and the opportunity she's been afforded here.

She wants to return to Enterprise, or Vulcan. She wants to go back knowing both Trip and Elizabeth will be waiting for her.

T'Pol's silent for a long moment, standing with her arms at her sides.]

Are you pleased with your actions?

[Hello, Studio. Before you can even see T'Pol Roxie, you can hear this song playing. Loudly. If anyone's near her trailer, you can definitely hear it emanating out the open door.]

All right, you guys know what they say about the mice playing while the cat's away, and I think that's fairly relevant to our situation, don't you? Yeah, me too. So tonight, when your head is bursting full of the lines you've been running nonstop, I want you to come to my trailer. Well, the general vicinity of my trailer, really, because we're going to have a party, and I'm offering up my space to host.

There are drinks, there's food, there's some killer music, and guess what? No early calls tomorrow morning. This is the free night they always promise you but you never get, so let's enjoy it.

Oh, and to all my underage colleagues: I'm not going to jail for you. So feel free to come, but if I so much as see you near the non-juice table, I'm booting you out myself.

Chris, I know you're coming. Jenny, Michael, if I have to hunt you down and drag you here by your scripts, you're coming. Everybody should come. We need another dull, quiet night around here like a bullet in our heads.


((OOC: This is Roxanne Ryan, Better known as Roxie, who really likes to just have a good time. She hates having to play a straight laced, linefacey Vulcan all day, and really just wants to let loose after filming, when she can, so damn straight she is taking advantage of this.))

[T'Pol sounds incredibly tense. She also sounds like she's about to lose her grip on everything because, lol she is. :| EMOTIONS ARE EXTRA HARD ON VULCANS, OKAY, THIS IS LIKE LOSING HER MIND. She's past trying to find solitude, because it isn't working, she's past trying to sit and meditate because it isn't working, so clearly it's time to try thinking outside the box.]

Is anyone having particular success in coping with this flood? I don't-- [Her voice kind of died mid word there so she stops, trying to gather herself, and for a second there's just some audible breathing; T'Pol's trying to use all these calming breathing techniques an they aren't doing jack for her.]

I am not handling it well.

[Private to Trip]

I need your assistance. [Lol this will be a giant mistake.]

[Private to Dean]

[She's making a solid effort to get herself under control before she sends this, but. You know. It's hard.]

Thank you. For distracting Lizzie, during the flood.

[It's hard to tell, but T'Pol's primped for this. Given into some vanity and ohhh, scandalous.]

I believe there's a human tradition that takes place this week, based on the actions or beliefs of an old world saint. I must admit, I'm unclear on the details.

Jim, would you care to meet me in the pub? [She means Kirk, because TUNNEL VISION here, but. There is hilarity in misunderstandings? :v]

[T'Pol has recently been rescued from a Star Trek Convention by Trip and Kay. It was the single most awkward thing she has endured in a port. SINGLE. MOST. AWKWARD.

So it should surprise very few that she ran the fuck away after that and has made it into the desert. THIS IS HOME TO HER, no worries about dehydration here. Okay a little worry BUT MOSTLY SHE IS IN HER HAPPY PLACE. The post is only audio, but she's totally sitting cross legged on a big rock somewhere in the desert with her eyes closed.]

I vastly prefer San Francisco. [SO DRY, seriously Vegas is like the most anti-Vulcan a city could be.]

I'm afraid I may be indisposed for the rest of the port. It's been quite some time since I've been in a climate remotely similar to Vulcan's.

[Private to Ivy]

I take it you've found there's a limit on the cards we were given. [Are you doing something disappointing. :|] You're welcome to join me outside the city, if you find it tiresome.

[Private to Trip]

Join me. [YES SHE IS FUCKING WITH YOU HUBBY. You have to figure out where she went first. And then make faces. It's expected.]

[Private to Merlin]

Did you speak with him? [Insert secret concern here.]

[Warden Filter]

[Backdated to directly after Pandora things end. T'Pol is in the infirmary; it's poooossible to tell by some of the background sounds, but otherwise it isn't obvious.]

Who is currently in charge of the greenhouse? My inmate is interested in assisting.

[A beat] To the wolf who stopped me: I do not know who you are, but thank you. [This is so weird to say. She really, really hopes it is a person, and not an actual wolf she's talking to. :|]

[Private to Lucius]

I have your wand. I'll return it at the earliest possibility. [Pause. She's tired of the Barge making her do awful things.] I am sorry. I was not myself.

[Private to Trip]

[Can she just think this at you, this whole thing is just so frustrating and emotional and.] Next time, Orions. [Jokes are good, right. :c]


((OOC: T'Pol should be int he infirmary for a bit, so open to spam there!))

Has the mistletoe begun to recede yet, or will we be forced into circuitous routes for another month?

Omega's note on resolutions is excellent; we make no such self promises on Vulcan. I find the practice to be very...unnecessary. It seems they are so rarely followed through on. Why bother at all?

[Private to Ivy]

I received the pot. If you are not busy, perhaps you will help me move the kal'ta into its new home.

[Private to Trip]
If your intent was to commandeer the kitchen, I recommend doing that while the staff has a day off.

[Private to McCoy]
I find myself wondering how I have managed to come across a promise for 'home cooking' while receiving a replicator. Thank you; I can strike 'learn to make mashed potatoes' off my to-do list.

Slade Wilson disappeared on the first of the month. I had hoped it would be a brief absence, as is frequently the case, but he has not returned.

[And now just MOVING ON AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE she is never getting her daughter back, sob. :c]

I intend to continue my experiments today with the EV suits. I will be making several trips, and have a variety of instruments available to take samples and readings, should anything of interest be found. Thus far, I have been unable to sample the...'river' we appear to be sailing on. [This pings her ridiculous shit sensor so hard. :c] With my longest tether connected, it is still impossible to reach whatever star-like lights that create it. [She refuses to call them stars. They look tangible and close but stars should be light years away and her science hurts. :c]

I will be suiting up again after noon to make further observations.

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

I spoke very briefly with the newest arrival from Gallifrey. [Is that seriously you is he older or younger why happening, is what she doesn't say.]

[Private to Rush]

[I'm just assuming the face melting will be happening in that thread. :V Also, this is the hardest thing. She probably rehearsed this.] What I did was unforgivable. You have my sincerest apologies.

( Open spam on the Deck )

[Private to Trip, post infection]

Meet me in our quarters. I've been considering exploring our link on a more in depth level.

How very...primitive. [The video flicks on, and T'Pol is looking very obviously disgusted. And haughty. And really disgusted. It's not her typical YOU HAVE TO SEARCH THESE EMOTIONS OUT, nope, she is straight up mocking the barge.

Oh and her hair is long again. FLOOD RULE.]

Is this meant to keep me here? Primitive and pathetic. Who is in command here? [Some of the disgust fades, just enough to smile.] I require a meeting, face to face.[The smile fades slowly, and then there's just a very dangerous look on her face.] Soon.

[She's flexing some of that awful psychicness; people on level six may find themselves with a headache.] I don't like to be kept waiting.

[And she reaches out to kill the feed, but pauses, and her nostrils flare.] Does everyone on this ship smell so revolting?


((OOC: I'll be replying and tagging around with scaryfacemelter because three icons ARE NOT ENOUGH GDI :C Also basically T'Pol is an ancient Vulcan - all emotion, very logic, and a looot of psychic power. To really dangerous levels, given all the emotion, so she's really just making a faint point by trying to make all the people around her uncomfortable. So if you want anyone living on six, or passing by, to get anything from an ache to a migraine, go for it! Or nothing, obviously, FEEL FREE TO HAVE NOT FELT ANYTHING.))

I'm afraid I fail to understand how a 'rubber chicken' is meant to help restore the ship.

[...Actually.] What precisely is a 'rubber chicken?'

[YOUR LOGIC MAKES NO SENSE ADMIRAL, SHE OBJECTS ON A SCIENTIFIC LEVEL.]

[Private to the Admiral]

I require three to five EV suits, including under armor and tethers, as well as at least two sample collecting kits. [And after the request has been granted...]

[Public]

I intend to explore the underside of the ship. The Admiral has given me the equipment I require. Is anyone interested in assisting me? I have suits enough for four more.

Chromie, I'm afraid they are full size. If that's acceptable, there is one for you to use.

[AND AFTER REALIZING WHAT'S UP WITH THE NETWORK. AGAIN:] Starfleet Commander T'Pol, Enterprise NX-01, serial number SA-013-8294-VR. If I am contacting anyone from Vulcan, Starfleet Command, or Enterprise, I would like word of the war.

( Privates to Dick, Trip, and Jesse )

Hopefully, our next port will be calm in comparison. [Vulcans don't say 'I told you so,' but she told you so, guys.] Once things are settled, I will be studying the Barge itself. [Read: The Barge and the Admiral.] I obtained some interesting data while searching for the Admiral that I intend to test.

[Warden Filter]

If anyone is available, it would be prudent to place some manner of guard on the engine room until the codes can be changed.

( Privates for the Seventh Doctor, Slade, Kirk, John Locke, and Will Graham )

( Spam for Trip )

( Private to McCoy )

( Private to the Admiral )

Shortly after I first arrived here, leaves began to fall on deck and demons boarded the ship. That was two years ago. Last year, leaves also fell. We visited Earth during the twenty-first century, in a city called Salem. Many of us purchased costumes there, and later found ourselves turned into what those costumes depicted.

Now it is October again, and the Barge has begun to corrode. Potentially familiar figures have appeared, but not contacted us. I'm reminded of the time we spent without the Admiral's attention. [Yeah remember that time we were dead in space. That time. :|]

This month culminates in a traditional, and very old holiday on Earth. Halloween. As I understand it, the purpose of this holiday is manifold: to obtain vast amounts of sweets, to scare as many people as possible, to experience fear in a relatively safe environment, to celebrate harvest, to mourn the departed, to hide from the departed. I understand very few of these, but there is a typical theme on the Barge of following Earth's holidays.

Two years ago, a demon pierced my hand with a spear. [...On a chain. Whatever. Details. :|] Last year, we were given a certain grace period, possibly due to the port in the abandoned mental health facility.

Our last port was in a 'fairy tale' environment. [I.e., we are due for some awful fucked up shit, guys.]

[Private to Kay]

How likely do you believe it is that these entities were former workers here?

[Private to Spock]

How have you been settling in? [She's absorbed small talk. Sorry you have to sit through it. :c]

[Private to Trip]

It may be prudent to begin carrying your phase pistol with you.

[Private to Slade]

Have you noticed anything that has gone unmentioned, about these entities or their sounds?

[Backdated a bit to before the end of the flood:]

[Private to Trip]

Meet me in my room.

[Spam for Rhade]

[Immediately after this, T'Pol headed for Rhade's room. She was quick, but not without care, and checked the hall several times before slipping down the corridor to knock on his door.]

How long before the complaints ad nauseum cease, another hour? Two? Perhaps someone would like to give us an inkling as to what the flood is this time. Even the faintest of usefulness is preferable to listening to the lamentations of humans.

[Private to T-X]

Give me access to the lab.

I believe I've found a project to continue with in the lab. I trust that the infirmary has kept records of the various illnesses that have shown up on board, but as far as I know, no one is studying them. (If I am mistaken, I will find another project or help if it's needed.)

[And there's a pause, like she wants to say something else. She's considering making note of the fact that she's been here for 100 posts, but...nah.]

[Private to George]

Mister Crabtree, it was your inmate to suggest this project to me. I'd like to take him on as an assistant, if you find that acceptable.

[Private to the Infirmary staff]

If you have data from the outbreak of SARS and Bubonic plague that we suffered, I would like to see it. If you feel it would be a breach of patient/doctor confidentiality, I understand - though I would take raw medical data without names attached, if that is acceptable.

[Private to Rhade]

If you are feeling up to it, I would like to show you a game from Vulcan.

[Private to Dick]

I'd like to discuss your relationship with Slade Wilson.

[Private to Trip]

My birthday is approaching. [If he was planning a party it better die now. :|] Your gathering in the pub was...eventful. [Drunk humans are pretty lulzy to her.] I trust Archer left your quarters in tact while you were away. [Lol will she ever get used to saying shit like that. No.]

[Private to Eddie S.]

[After talking with George:] I understand your schedule is quite busy, but if you have the time I would welcome your assistance in the lab.