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?

[Open, but filtered AWAY from the Borg Queen and O'Brien]

[So T'Pol is really bad at small talk. Really, really bad. She tends to need a few minutes just to figure out what to say, because it's awkward. So there's a few seconds of silence, because on some level she can't believe she's actually bothering.]

I'm - curious. Most take individuality for granted; I hope I'll be forgiven when I say humans particularly so. On Vulcan, individuality is honored and respected, to an extent, but even on Earth, there are those who would give up a portion of their identity as an individual in order to be a part of something. It is, I believe, more than a 'mob mentality.'[She's throwing in human phrases with less and less hesitation lately, but it still sounds kind of. weird.]'

I would like to know what the majority of you find an acceptable cause for one to give up his or her individual identity. [And that sounds terribly awkward, because she's thought about this plenty, and it's really just an almost desperate hope for new answers.]

[Private to Data]

What can you tell me of the Ba'ku?

[Private to the EMH]

[She actually sounds almost impatient.] Have you made preparations?


((OOC: Slightly backdated to earlier today. T'Pol's been acting off because her daughter died about this time a year ago for her. So recklessness and idle chatter, yay! :|))