[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.

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?

[The video flicks on to T'Pol looking almost alarmed. Behind her, Trip is shirtless, and there is definitely a (baby) bump to the left of his stomach. He's sitting on her bed and - is that crying? That might be crying.]

Who in the infirmary has remained unaffected by the flood? I believe we will require medical attention.

[Private to Slade]

[Added a little later, because fffffff baby.] Do you know who I am?

[Warden Filter]

[Added later, after Mozenrath's little call for help.] I've taken Severus to level zero. I've confiscated the pieces of his wand, and suggest he remain in zero until the flood ends. [Or at least until Arthas makes it unfuckingbearable. :c]

[T'Pol is angry. She's hiding it pretty well, but anyone close to her can recognize the hard lines in her face. She's pretty much had it with the way things are structured, and that on top of pretty much feeling Trip dying is enough for a brisk little Vulcan rant.]

The hierarchy on this ship is extremely simple: there are wardens, and there are inmates. Wardens bestow privileges on their inmates if they are deserving, and remove them if they are not. This has worked in the past, as far as pairings are concerned, but it is no way for a ship to be run. We are regularly at the Admiral's mercy, but this was not his doing; it was something that could have been avoided. We need a command structure beyond warden, inmate, and Admiral. Had there been a captain to turn to, or a security force, steps could have been taken at the first sign of trouble.

In knowing there are people to turn to during times of crisis, we would avoid panic, and paranoia, and the need to protect those close to us while ignoring the other occupants of this ship.

I highly doubt this would have happened if we had a structured chain of command. Perhaps we should reinstate the security detail. [And click. She is not pleased, Barge.]

[Private to Slade]

Have you slept?

[Private to Kirk]

Are you recovered?

[Filtered away from the Borg Queen, Rex, and O'Brien]

I'd like to speak with those who were on board when the Borg Queen managed to take control. Particularly with those who were assimilated.

[Private to Kay, Snape, Kirk, and Trip]

The Doctor is ready to conduct the experiment I mentioned. If you are still able, please meet us in the infirmary.

[Private to the Borg Queen]

Please meet me in the infirmary.

[Private (spam?) to the EMH]

I contacted four people to act as a security team. They should arrive shortly.

((OOC: WOO FLYING BY THE SEAT OF MY PANTS. I think this would probably be hideous to log, even if it could be potentially epic, but I'm really not sure just yet what we can assume. I really just wanted this up so it wasn't something that just fell by the way side. OKAY UPDATE. We can just assume it out. For all outward intents and purposes, it'll look like the Borg Queen and T'Pol are just hanging out in the infirmary chilling, and then after a time, it's all reversed. No epic freak outs or anything. I'll try and catch you guys on AIM too. <3))

[Unfortunately, because all her entries have audio, there's some noise from the saturation chamber leaking through. Or a lot. You know.

In any case, while the world seems to be going to hell around her (in the south wing), T'Pol is sitting cross legged on the floor in the center of the room, away from the moving walls. Despite all the chaos, all the noise, she's meditating. Her hands are in her lap, fingers carefully poised, and except for the small furrow in her brow, she looks like she doesn't notice what's happening around her.]

Eik-veshtaya to'ovau kau - lu veshtaya ri glazhau goh na'kastorilaya t'kashan. Wide experience increases wisdom, provided the experience is not sought purely for the stimulation of sensation.

[She's straight up reciting from Surak's teachings; for a moment, it looks like she's just speaking to herself. Then T'Pol opens her eyes, and glances at her PADD. Nope, she knows the feed is on. Her eyes close again.]

Dakh pthak. Nam-tor ri ret na'fan-kitok fa tu dakh pthak. Cast out fear. There is no room for anything else until you cast out fear.

[There's some silence; T'Pol didn't realize she activated her barge!journal when she picked it up to examine it. It's set down, but not turned off, and picks up the sound of her door whooshing open - and, a few seconds later, whooshing shut.

Shuffling sounds can be heard; she's sweeping the room for listening devices and, lo and behold, finds the journal. It switches off for a few minutes, then back on. When she speaks, her voice is shaking. Not badly, but definitely noticeably.]

What is this place?


(((Sooo T'Pol's back from her canon update. She's got total barge amnesia; doesn't remember being here, or the deal she made, or the Admiral, etc. etc. Also, one SUPER FUN BIG NOTE: she isn't wearing those silly, brightly colored catsuits anymore. Now she's got a Starfleet uniform, which is that blue jumpsuit she has in some of her icons. She's rewound five years, too, annnnd Surak's katra was just destroyed, thus the shaking voice! Woo. :|)))

[Private to Kirk]

I'm curious what it was you were thinking when you drank the blood.

[Warden filter]

[Her voice is tight in a way that, if you listen really, really carefully, might mean that she's fucking pissed. And/or disgusted. Likely and.]

A man's been murdered on level four, room four. His name is Jack. I am taking my inmate to Level Zero now for the crime, where he will remain until a proper punishment can be meted out.

[If she sounds anything less than neutral, it's because she read his file, oh God.] Dexter Morgan. I believe we've yet to speak. I am T'Pol, your new warden. We should meet.

[Private]

Severus has graduated and returned as a warden. I have been assigned a new inmate already - a murderer that I find more difficult to understand than a wizard.

I have not returned home. I would expect the Admiral to inform me if he has filled our bargain - and if he has not returned Trip--

I wouldn't know what to say to Captain Archer if I return only to leave again.