If anyone's been lookin' for T'Pol, she's in a coma. I'm bringing her down to the infirmary now.

[Private to Ivy]

If you need anything while she's out, give me a holler. [Or, you know, ask someone else if for whatever reason you don't want to ask Trip, but figured he'd offer.]

Well, that was... weird. I mean, I knew there was a TV show about my universe and everything, but it's kind of another thing to think there's a show about us, here, that people watch and get creepy about. Which apparently they do back in the real world too with Star Trek, if that Vegas trip was supposed to teach us anythin'. [Fandom, what are you.]

I'm kinda figurin' this is one of those things you can't think too hard about, or you'll drive yourself crazy.

And for anyone who has heard that kinda thing about themselves, that they're from a movie or a TV show or something? Don't watch it. It's weird and you find out all sorts of weird stuff about people that you might have wanted to just keep in the dark.

Anyway, tonight we're gonna have a showing of A League of Their Own down in the common room on level six. It's a movie from 1992 about a female baseball team, and if anyone knows the line "There's no crying in baseball!", this is where that's from. It's a really good movie, so you all should come down and watch, if you're in the mood.

[Private to the Once-ler]

You doin' alright?

[Private to T'Pol]

So. I know we're not supposed to take stuff durin' things like that all that seriously, but. [lol awkward. :|||] What the hell were they talking about, you being on Trellium-D?

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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

Kinda nice to have some quiet, apart from that flood. Of course, now that I've said it, there's gonna be some catastrophe and everyone'll start pointing fingers about me jinxing it, but still. Gotta admit, it's nice.

For any of the new people, my name's Commander Charles Tucker the Third, but everyone calls me Trip. I'm the Chief Engineer on board the starship Enterprise - not Jim's, the NX-01, the original one - and here I'm a warden and the head of maintenance and repair.

Anyone up for another movie night sometime this week? I'm kinda in the mood for somethin' like a thriller, but I can probably be talked out of it if that's not what everyone else's in the mood for.

[Private to Preston]

John Preston? Trip Tucker. We should probably talk.

[Private to T'Pol]

Four inmates in five months. Must be some kinda record. How're you doin'?

[Private to Kay]

I've got a couple questions for you, if you're not busy.

[Private to Jim]

I've got a couple ideas for the new lock.

[Private to Fred]

You've been real quiet lately. What's a man gotta do to get a hello from his sister?

[Private to T'Pol]

Mind tellin' me why Davey's got so much ta say about "Mister Jim" and some horse?

[He sounds... sort of grumpy. >>]

[Spam for Kirkkkkk]

( This would have creative cut text, but I am tired. )

[Trip is comfortably set up in the infirmary, or, as comfortably as one can be while death tolling because LOL someone got his ass murdered by Venom. He is also quasi high as a kite.]

I think I got killed by somethin' I've seen in a movie. Or somethin'.

... Back home, this one time, we ran inta these people from... the future, I guess. Happens a lot, sorta, back where I'm from. And I was dead in their future. Didn't even get ta really see my kid grow up. Again.

Might be stupid ta feel like the universe's out ta get me or somethin' but.

[He blinks heavily, wincing a little as he shifts on the bed. There's a long pause before he suddenly stares at the camera for a moment, brow furrowed sort of seriously.]

And Jim? You gotta find someone else ta pick on next time you get your ass possessed by somethin' and decide ta stab people with things.  I'd hate ta think we're developin' a pattern here.

[Private to The Fourth Doctor]

I'm real sorry for the way I acted.

[Private to B'Elanna]

That's possibly one of the worst first impressions I've managed ta make here. I'm real sorry I was such a jackass.

[Private to T'Pol]

I want to get her back

You remember Lorian

I'm real sorry about

I love

I didn't mean any of it.

[Warden Filter]

Anyone else tired of all this whinin'? We're here to do a job. Not make friends or complain about whatever the hell's botherin' us. You don't like it, you can leave. Simple as that.

[Private to T'Pol]

I'm callin' it off.

[Guess who's been nanomited. :|]

[Private to T'Pol]

Where are you?

[Public; added later]

... Anyone got any movie suggestions for me?

This is the last time I ever head down for port without knowin' well in advance that it's gonna be higher then ninety degrees and dry. Deserts and I don't get along, especially when there're monsters tryin' ta hunt me down and eat me for dinner.

What's the point of all this anyways? Did anyone actually learn somethin' from this whole thing, or did we just decide ta never stop over at that particular universe again? 'Cause the way I see it, this isn't exactly boldly goin' where no man has gone before, and I'm not really sure how it's supposed ta help out our inmates or bring ourselves closer ta graduation or somethin'.

Do we ever get advanced warnin', or is it always just have fun, good luck?

[Private to T'Pol]

There's somethin' I forgot ta mention. If my inmate asks? We're married.

[Private to Vince]

How've you been? Haven't heard anythin' too bad went down on the Barge while we were gone.

So Deadpool's not on my item anymore. Anyone seen him around, or is this another someone vanishing without warnin' thing?

Might be nice ta at least get a head's up about this stuff, Admiral.

I was thinkin', since we've had kinda a... rough week, maybe havin' a movie night comin' up sometime after dinner this week, try and get somethin' goin' that isn't gonna be too depressing that everyone can watch at a normal hour. Any suggestions? I was thinkin' somethin' along the lines of Some Like it Hot or somethin', but I'm definitely open to ideas.

[Private to T'Pol]

How are you doin' today meow? [You can totally hear the smirk.]

[Trip is wandering around the hallways, looking a little confused. Not super confused, because seriously, he's seen a lot of weird stuff before, and it'll take a little more then some reports of people acting weird and new decor on the Barge to get him really concerned.]

Guess you guys weren't kiddin' about this place. Anyone got any idea what's goin' on?

[Private to T'Pol]

Everythin' okay on your end?

I’ve seen a lotta weird stuff in my time on Enterprise, but the Barge might just take the cake. This isn’t really anything like I’d expected it to be. Of course, I’m not really sure what I did expect it to be, but this sure isn’t it. It’s definitely gonna take some gettin’ used to, but I guess I don’t have a lotta choice or anything. I’m not sure the Admiral’d appreciate me chickening out only a coupla days in, and I’m definitely not plannin’ on throwin’ in the towel anyways. I’ve got a deal ta follow through on.

[...]

Funny thing is, now that I think about it, I don’t really remember actually makin’ the deal. Or more like, I don’t remember meetin’ the Admiral. I know why I’m here, I’m just not quite sure how it happened. Is that normal?

Anyways. I'm Commander Charles Tucker, former Chief Engineer on board the starship Enterprise. Everyone calls me Trip.

... I don't suppose there's any chance of getting to check out the engines on this thing?