Commander Charles Tucker III
01 January 2012 @ 05:11 pm
[Trip politely asked Iroh for access to the kitchens today, and has promptly gone about making himself a cake. And while he isn't making a mess, he is definitely not really being sanitary in terms of licking things and sticking it back in the batter.

Nothing necessarily seems off? But he's under the effect of the psychic crazy going on and will be until the situation is sorted out with Narvin.

He puts the bowl aside after pouring the batter into a cakepan and scrapes some off the side with a finger, licking it off before addressing the camera.]


You know, when I was a kid, I always kinda figured that parents trying to tell their kids not to eat this stuff raw were just tryin' to ruin their fun. I've never once gotten sick from any of it.

Sheogorath - or, I don't know, you got a nickname you'd rather I use? - We should probably talk.

[Private to Tim]

Is this the part where we mutually agree not to go handin' out the information on transporters and the Batmobile to people?
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
20 December 2011 @ 12:54 pm
I guess that was an interesting breach. Kinda weird to be that excited about Christmas, though. I'm not sayin' I hate it or anything? But it's not that big of a deal for us, I guess. Not all that many people are still into religion where I'm from, so people really just celebrate it with their families and friends and stuff. Same thing goes for a lot of old Earth holidays, actually.

Still, it's always kinda fun to visit the past, even if it's not actually us runnin' around investigating stuff. I woulda liked to spend a little more time taking apart some of the computers around the house then decorating for the holidays and accidentally offending my non-Christmas celebrating friends.

[Private to Santa]

Letter to Santa for T'Pol, Tosh, Capa, Jim, Spock, McCoy, Tim, Kay, Merlin, Steph and the Engineering + Maintenance and Repair Crews )

[ooc: This is before Trip gets infected with the physic crazy going on, because I wanted him to put this out there before he becomes crazy pants. <3]
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
18 December 2011 @ 02:40 pm
[Hey everyone. Say hello to Trip, who is approximately all of sixteenish years old and wearing this lovely surfing Santa Hawaiian shirt to reflect just how much he fucking loves this holiday.

... To the point of maybe not really understanding why you would ever want to celebrate anything else and has probably acted with extreme confusion when people have mentioned things like not celebrating Christmas, Merlin please teach him other holidays are cool too before he offends someone. :c]


You know, holidays are great. I like Valentine's Day and the Fourth of July, and I'm a little sad when Halloween has gone by, but let's be honest here. Christmas is just the best of them all.

So, we've got officially less than a week until it happens, and I think I've finally gotten all my gift wrapping done. Good thing too, since I'm pretty sure when Mom and Dad get back they'll be pretty much impossible to hide stuff from since - you know - it's their house and they're hiding unwrapped presents for us around the place too. Now I've just got to finish the gingerbread house - [More like mansion or fortress at this point. :V] - and I'm pretty sure that's it.

What's everyone else planning on doing for the holiday?

[ooc: Trip is going to be learning about other people's holiday traditions and that Christmas is not the be all and end all of the holiday season with the help of Merlin a la the Puzzle Place holiday special - does anyone else remember this show or is my 90's showing? - but feel free to chime in and say you're being a dick if you don't celebrate Christmas. Also Steph is his trollish older sister. Any assumed connection with him is totally cool with me!

And I will be replying with [livejournal.com profile] tripliketriple because delicious icons.]
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
08 December 2011 @ 02:14 pm
[Trip's communicator clicks on to show a man in a gray Confederate uniform, who is holding the device upside down at first, but fortunately seems to figure out he's doing it wrong pretty quickly and turns it the right way, experimentally pressing a few buttons. The video feed clicks back off for a few minutes and a line of random text appears before switching back to video.

... Herderp what say. :|a]


This is Major Charles Tucker of the Second Florida Infantry. [Of the Confederate States of America. :V]

It is my understanding that there are a lot of Union troops on board this vessel, whatever it may be. I certainly understand that this puts us at odds, but I'm willin' to put aside our differences for now in the interest of returnin' home safely.

And if someone could direct me to a hospital or medic station, I'd be much obliged. I've got quite a powerful headache.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
05 December 2011 @ 09:30 pm
So, I'm the only one left on the Maintenance and Repair crew, and while I'm pretty alright with handling things by myself as is, it's a decent way of killing a couple minutes a day if something breaks, and it's a good learning experience for any inmates looking for something more productive to do with their time.

I am gonna have to check with your wardens to make sure they're alright with it, but otherwise, if anyone's interested, let me know and we'll try to figure out a way to make it work.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
23 November 2011 @ 08:58 pm
So, Moriarty's gone. Guy drove me kinda crazy, but I'd been kinda hoping we were making some progress. Thanks, Admiral, or whoever the hell's responsible for people getting yanked outta here.

I still believe we're doin' the right thing here, because the system obviously works but, not gonna lie, I'd appreciate it more if my inmates didn't get booted over the side as soon as we started making actual progress.

[Private to T'Pol]

[lol awkward pause. :c] You remember that conversation we were havin' a few days ago?
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
07 November 2011 @ 01:33 pm
So this makes the fifth time I've almost died of dehydration or frozen to death. If I was more superstitious, I'd think the universe was tryin' to tell me something.

... Back during our first year out on Enterprise, me and our tactical officer were investigating an asteroid field out in one of our shuttlepods. We lost sensors and communications for a while, so we'd been outta contact with the ship when we found an asteroid with an impact crater and debris from Enterprise on it. We thought the ship had been destroyed, we only had ten days of air left on board, and we had no way of contacting Starfleet to tell them what had happened. Malcolm was dead set on the whole thing bein' pointless, we should just give up and start makin' records of what happened for when anyone found the shuttlepod with our bodies on it, but I didn't want to write us off just yet.

Of course it turned out Enterprise was fine, but it was a long couple days of freezin' bickering before we figured it out, because of the damaged comm system. Malcolm was dictating letters to every girl he ever dated, which made it kinda hard to focus on actually tryin' to fix the damn ship, especially when some of the little bits of asteroid punctured the hull and cut our oxygen down to about two days for the both of us. We blew up our impulse drive so Enterprise would have something to look for, but we didn't have a way to tell if it'd worked or not, and I almost climbed out of the airlock so he'd have more time to wait for rescue.

Anyway. They found us with a couple hours of oxygen left, and we spent the next couple days in sickbay tryin' to get warmed up again. If they'd shown up a little later, we would've frozen to death or asphyxiated.

I'd kinda rather be stuck in the CES like that again rather than think it was just me and one other person stuck in space, thinkin' everyone else we cared about was dead and knowin' we weren't gonna be that far behind.

[Private to Moriarty]

We need to have a talk.

[Private to the Admiral, added in after talking with Jim]

Please give Moriarty his filters back.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
14 October 2011 @ 03:09 pm
[There's a sharp squawk of static before the transmission starts, and while there's the occasional garbled word, most of it's audible.]

So Jim and I ripped apart my communicator, and whatever's goin' on with the network, it's nothing actually wrong with the devices, that I can tell. Mine's still workin' like it should, except that it's... not.

And in case you were curious, Capa, we're both still alive. [He's teasing you. WHY SO WORRIED, CAPA.] If anyone wants me to take a look at theirs or somethin', I'd be happy to. Who knows, we might get lucky and figure somethin' out.

And for anyone who's wonderin', the engines are still workin' just fine. So whatever's goin' on, we're still movin' along, things mostly as usual. If any of that changes, we'll let you know.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
09 October 2011 @ 01:17 pm
[Warden Filter]

Jim Moriarty's the one who put Coyo up to killin' Lupin. I've sent him to Zero and taken away his filters. If anyone wants to discuss it further, lemme know.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
07 October 2011 @ 01:49 pm
[The first several seconds of transmission are pretty badly garbled with static, and maybe the occasional word that sounds sort of like Trip trying to rip apart his communicator to figure out what the hell's going on. Because that is prettyyyy much what he's doing.]

- something's wrong with the communicators, wish I knew how the damn thing - [And more static, and eventually there's something that sounds sort of like Trip's resorted to smacking the journal against something. The feed finally clears up enough to be understood, but there's still the occasional squawk of static.]

Does anyone know how this stuff'd start messin' around with the communicators? I've seen a lotta stuff in my time, but I've gotta admit, my only experience with actual ghosts and stuff's either been here or in movies.

Anyway. To any new arrivals, I'm Commander Charles Tucker the Third, Chief Engineer on board the starship Enterprise. That's the NX-01, the original one, not the one Kirk, McCoy and Spock are from. Call me Trip. I'm one of the wardens in charge of the engine room and the head of maintenance and repair. If anyone wants to lend a hand or somethin' in either department, lemme or Tosh know.

[Fail!Private to Tosh, actually sent to Capa]

You been able to get in the engine room?

[Private to Rex]

Assumin' we can get into the lab, you wanna do some work on the robot arm project when you've got time?

[Fail!Private to Moriarty, actually PUBLIC]

I've been thinkin' we should do some - [And more static, and feed cut.]

[And later, Private to Kay]

I need a goddam drink.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
23 September 2011 @ 08:46 pm
Not to beat a dead horse, but that port wasn't all that bad. And I know someone somewhere'd probably find something to argue about when I say this, but I think most of us that had exposure to 'em? Had a period of liking Disney movies and fairytales and stuff like that. And we all outgrow 'em, some faster then others, but that doesn't mean you're not allowed to look back fondly on them, or that you can't enjoy 'em as an adult.

Maybe we were just too old to appreciate it as much as we would have if we'd been there a couple years earlier. Not that I'd wanna be on the Barge as a five year old or anythin', but it's still something I'd been thinkin' about after we got back.

So, for those of you who'd be able to answer, what was your favorite Disney movie or fairytale or whatever as a kid?

Oh, and for the new people I haven't introduced myself to? Commander Charles Tucker the Third, head of Maintenance and Repair and one of the wardens in charge of the engine room. Call me Trip.

[Private to Moriarty]

If we have a ceremony on the Barge, you're being invited. I'm honestly not sure why they were so against your counterpart showin' up.

[Private to T'Pol]

So, got any ideas for honeymoon destinations?
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
19 September 2011 @ 01:43 pm
[Filtered to Everyone, except angry magic types named Moriarty]

Friends, countrymen, lend me your ears! Or... other listening appendages. ... Most of you have ears.

I, and my family, humbly invite you to attend the wedding of myself to Princess T'Pol of the Elvish Kingdom. The ceremony will be hosted at the edge of the forest, and there will be plenty of dancing and making merry well into the evening.

And, as many of you know, my mother happens to be one of the best cooks in the kingdom, so if anyone has any last minute requests or questions about the menu, I'd be happy to relay them to her.


[ooc: There will be a big open wedding log posted shortly by Ari. Legit everyone - EXCEPT THAT DOUCHE MORIARTY - is invited, because the Tuckers are eccentric and fun like that. However, actual fucking shit up is reserved for Moriarty, so basically else should be on good behavior.]
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
04 September 2011 @ 08:49 pm
[There's some fumbling before Trip actually starts talking, and you are being treated to a yawn as well. He's still hanging out in the infirmary, but he's finally up and about from his coma. c:]

Well, that was one helluva nap.

Jim, you still around? ... Both of you now, I guess. Better start gettin' in the habit of usin' last names or somethin'.

[And another yawn.] I miss anythin' interestin' while I was out?

[Private to T'Pol]

You alright?

... And I hope you remembered to feed Archer. [Teasing, he's teasing. He knows you're responsible.]
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
20 August 2011 @ 11:57 am
[Trip is in his quarters, in uniform, and looking relatively pissed off. Not that this is anything new, different, or unusual for Mirrorverse. The right side of his face is covered in delta radiation burn scars, and his hair is styled a little differently, but otherwise, he looks more or less like the same guy.]


So, glad we've all come to the conclusion that this event's just showin' us how naive and stupid we'd all be if we were from some other universe. Don't bother with tryin' to do anythin' about gettin' out of here either, some of the inmates here can tell you all about how tryin' to bring down the system's not good for your health. [T'Pol. >>]


Now, can we move on with our lives and stop whinin' about what's goin' on? Some of us've got work to do.



Moriarty, status report. Now.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
17 August 2011 @ 09:23 pm
[Filtered to Jim's Sherlock and Watson]

So, you're all from Jim's universe, right? Got anythin' you want me to know about right off the bat?
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
06 August 2011 @ 01:30 pm
I've been meanin' to say somethin' about how if I did anything durin' the flood that uh. Annoyed people or anythin', I'm sorry. I know excitable, friendly dogs aren't exactly everyone's cup of tea. I don't know if I'll ever be lookin' at a tennis ball the same way again.

If we've had that one before, maybe the Admiral's runnin' out of ideas of stuff to put us through. Or somethin'. [He's mostly teasing.]

[Science-y Friends Filter - Martha, Capa, Tosh, Rex, Bruce, Sarah, Flynn + T'Pol]

Anyone up for a group field trip down to the pub? Figure us science types need some downtime once and a while too.

[Private to Tosh]

Speaking of which, where've you been, lately?
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
30 July 2011 @ 08:43 pm
[Trip switches on the feed with his nose, and generally looks like the incredibly excitable dog that he is, wagging his tail and panting slightly as excited dogs do. He can communicate with animals and people, but is definitely dog!Trip and not just different appearance wise, so expect some distraction and general slight personality difference.

Also, eagle eyed watchers will notice a very confused looking purple dragon perched on the desk, watching the dog suspiciously.]


So, I'm affected. Make sure Tosh is okay with the engines with everyone else. And Archer needs food. Martha, Tim, you're not affected, right? Can one of you make sure he's okay? Or T'Pol! T'Pol, are you affected?

[Wag wag of the tail and LIGHTBULB:]

Also, does anyone have a BALL? Preferably a tennis ball.

I really want a tennis ball.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
28 July 2011 @ 08:34 pm
So, Preston's gone. I'm almost startin' to wonder if the Admiral's tryin' to say something by now. [Deleted about thirty seconds later.]

... If anyone needs me, I'll be in the engine room for a couple hours.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
23 July 2011 @ 05:53 pm
You know, a while ago, a friend of mine and I were talkin' about whether or not we'd want to see what our futures would be like before they happened. Malcolm was pretty dead set that it'd be something he'd be interested in, but I'd rather not know. Saves me from havin' to question whether I'm doin' it because I'm supposed to or if it's somethin' I'm doing because someone told me I was gonna. I said I'd rather go visit the past. Always wanted to meet a stegosaurus. And I got to in port last weekend.

Still think I had the better idea.
 
 
Commander Charles Tucker III
25 June 2011 @ 06:01 pm
[The entry starts off as audio, and throughout this portion of the presentation, there's a soft kind of gurgling, clicking noise, which sort of sounds like something that could be out of a Jurassic Park film. Trip is mostly ignoring it, although those with particularly sharp ears can tell he's pacing around his room a little.]

About a year ago back home, maybe a little more now that I've been here for a couple months, we were chasin' after this hostile alien species across the Delphic Expanse, and while we were headin' towards Azati Prime - which is, for everyone who's not familiar with space outside of our solar system - a Red Dwarf Star, we found one of their ships crashed on a planet. Before they'd crashed, they'd diverted all their power to this hatchery on board. Apparently they took their eggs with them on their ships, and when our captain touched one of them, it squirted him with somethin'.

The eggs had some kinda... defense mechanism programmed in, that made him think the only thing that mattered was protectin' the eggs. The mission we were on, Enterprise, the safety of Earth, none of that mattered to him because the neurotoxin he'd been hit with made him imprint on them, and I think somethin' like that happened to me durin' port.

Kay and I were in this marketplace, and I guess I musta found this egg.

[Pause, more gurgling and clicking.] Hey, cut it out, that's not yours-

[Another pause, and he switches on the video. The source of the clicking/gurgling/Velociraptior noises is, in fact, a small creature that looks sort of like a dragon. It's about the size of the average kitten, and has tiny folding wings along its back. It's currently sitting on Trip's desk happily chewing at the shoelaces of his sneakers.]

Well, anyway, it hatched. Anyone actually know what this thing is? Or... what to feed it? I think I'm alright now, whatever crazy, single minded focus I had goin' with it's gone now, but I guess if someone in the infirmary wouldn't mind doin' some scans to make sure I'm not... psychically linked to it or somethin', I'd sure appreciate it.

Give me that - [And Trip shuts off the camera as he goes to retrieve his sneaker from his new fake dragon lizard thing.]

[Private to Preston]

How're you doing? Wanna take this thing up to the CES for a little while with me?