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startrek_diaryIn Star Trek, members of the Enterprise crew had personal logs where they spoke of their day, their experiences, their thoughts and feelings... really just a glorified diary, actually.
Since the crewmembers generally spend their days together, then they experience the same things, with obvious exceptions, but they don't experience them exactly the same way.
Your challenge today, then, is to write about a day (or week) aboard the Enterprise, through the personal logs of it's crew. One event told through a dozen points of view, all completely private because no one else can read another person's log.
(Obviously, the first log and involved events will build the other logs events, but since they don't spend every waking minute together, and indeed some go days without seeing each other, there is room for several plots per story.)
Go go go go go!
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Date: 2009-07-08 12:49 am (UTC)Keep in mind that nothing has to transfer between games.
Just because Kirk wears lady's clothing in gossip doesn't mean he needs to here. But he can. Because that's hilarious. So yes. Things are fluid from between games. Keep or lose what you want.
And if you know no fear, break up the Kirk/McCoy pervetry and get one of them to date Kyle!
I fear
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:04 am (UTC)Which is the real reason we never went to war. (I'm pretty sure it also has something to do with Joe/Giotto taking over my brain. Yup, still in there, and hunkering down for a long stay.)
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-08 01:26 am (UTC)Also, have you seen AS!Kyle? He has a mustache. It is such a fierce mustache! I think someone needs to convince Kyle to grow a mustache, asap.
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:30 am (UTC)Dude has scary teeth.
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-08 01:48 am (UTC)Of course, having always had a thing for facial hair, I have no issue with it.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-08 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-08 02:48 am (UTC)...oh my god I just typed that. I have a sickness.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:49 am (UTC)*snerk*
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:55 am (UTC)Okay, more like he can get some super sexy stubble after like a week...
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-08 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-08 04:04 am (UTC)Perhaps :{ (or lets just forget the mouth altogether)
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:08 am (UTC)It's like they forgot what he looked like when they started drawing the cartoon.
http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/en/images/2/2c/Kyle%2C_2269.jpg
(Happy walrus!)
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:29 am (UTC)Today we made it to the Stakhose System to commence doing sciencey things or something.
I'm really hungover and I haven't seen an Arby's for like, 35 million lightyears. I could really go for some freaking curly fries. I should ask that guy in Engineering about that. What was his name? Started with a K. Whatever.
So I think to following people are fucking:
-Rand and McCoy
-Sulu and Giotto
-Spock and McCoy
-Chekov and Uhura
-Scotty and Chapel
I could be completely wrong. But as someone who was a virtuoso of sex, I've suddenly become a freaking eunuch, so all I can do is watch other people's mating dances.
I'm thinking of organizing a relay race or something to liven things up around here. We've been in space for like a freaking year and I'm starting to get bored. I should poll the crew. And then make them watch Saturday morning cartoons in their pajamas and eat cereal out of the box no matter what wins.
I am awesome.
Kirk Out.
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:45 am (UTC)We're currently in the Stakhose System studying a nebula that's appeared at the far edge and is now expanding.
I only know the details of this because Spock has Joe on the ass-o'clock-at-night and so I've lost my Scrabble partner.
I've taken to spending dinnertimes with Sulu, because Chekov has also been pulled for this stuff as well. The captain saw us earlier and kept making suggestive looks at us. I'm a little afraid of asking what they meant. (Sulu seemed deadserious when he said the captain was probably trying to subtly invite us into a threesome. Dear lord I hope not.
I've started training the new security personnel that Starfleet have sent me. They were grumbling about it- seem to think Starfleet trained them fine- until I showed them the death toll for the Enterprise in just the past two months.
They're such a sorry lot. They're gonna get themselves killed, and I'll have to be the one to tell their mothers.
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:47 am (UTC)Supplemental
The captain has just sent around a poll of things to do to relieve boredom and one of the items involved was 'Scrabble Tournament'. I'm pretty sure he didn't just intentionally suggest a competitive orgy, but with him you can never be sure.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:27 am (UTC)Long nights in astrogation with Mr. Spock and Mr. Joe (who does not want me to call him his last name which is good because I cannot prounounce it yet) have left very little time for socialization.
I wonder if anyone even knows it is my birthday tomorrow? Will Mr. Sulu finally stop playing shy once I am eighteen? Oh no. Will the captain?
Speaking of the captain, he has sent out a team-building activities survey. On it are such things as "old earth carnival" and "wheelbarrow race/field day." Why do I fear that these are all sexual euphamisms?
I should get some sleep so I do not let Mr. Spock down tomorrow. I miss my kitty from home, Yegor. My bed is very lonely without him.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:36 am (UTC)*sound of someone groaning* Commander Giotto's got us all training harder than ever this week. He says it's to drop the death toll, and that we should get in some training while there's not much else for security to do, but I think he's just frustrated because his little boytoy Tormolen is pulling some late nights with Spock and Jailbait and he hasn't gotten any in a while so he's taking it out on us.
Captain's got some poll or whatever going around. I don't know. Apparently he wants us to enjoy ourselves. I think I'm voting for karaoke night. Mom always said I had a nice voice so I probably won't embarass myself too much.
*more groaning* If Tony doesn't have us all too sore to move, anyway.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:51 am (UTC)So. Jailbait won't be jailbait for long. Fuck my life. We have enough people making jokes about us already.
Whatever. I just want Mexican food today.
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Date: 2009-07-08 03:51 am (UTC)Today was pretty lame. Seriously. I just woke up and knew fuck there was no way I could get through the day without a good bottle of whiskey.
Tried to crawl back in bed, but I had a shift. Went to talk to Christine to see if she'd get me excused from the shift. She still looks really pretty. She was always really easy to talk to. I miss her sometimes. Whatever. That was dumb thing to say.
Anyway, she was about to do it and McCoy comes in and decides that I'm probably just hung over and whatever, but since I hadn't had a physical in over two years it was time for me to get a full one then. I got excused from the first half of my shift, at least. But I had to deal with him prodding me and asking me questions about my sex life.
No, Dr. McCoy I do not have an STD. I'm not James 'I'll-fuck-anything-that-moves' Kirk.
Went to the second half of my shift after that. Got a spiffy doctor's note pinned to my uniform. Joking. McCoy sent out a message , as is standard protocol.
Finished shift, tried to go straight for my room. Was intercepted by Kyle, who wanted to go grab lunch together.
More or less told him to go fuck himself and here I am. With a stupid headache.
You know what I miss?
The clouds on Tarsus. They were kind of purple...
That was a stupid thing to say.
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:04 am (UTC)We're in the Stakhose System now. First time for me. Mr. Scott has most of engineering recalibrating sensors on Mr. Spock's orders. No such luck for me--I spent most of the morning processing maintenance reports and most of the afternoon cramped in a maintenance shaft evaluating whether the heating coils in Food Synthesizer 23-B were malfunctioning. (They weren't.)
Riley seemed upset. I never know what to do.
I got a subspace message from Charlie, saying her triplets are all girls. Good for her. Computer: program personal reminder for next shore leave, message: "Buy shower presents for Charlie."
Tormolen and Giotto are busy. Riley's still upset. I might get dinner with Rahda if she's available. Who knew how small a crew of 430 would seem after a few months?
Maybe I should call Riley instead. Never know if I'm making it worse by bothering him.
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:14 am (UTC)Kyle just asked me to dinner.
WTF, I thought he was dating that freckly kid?
Anyway, I've been on helm all week since Jailbait's working in astrogation with Spock and Tormolen. Not much to do up there most of the time, although if Sulu makes one more melancholy sigh I may have to hit him. He and Jailbait just need to hurry up and sleep together and get it over with.
...Oh, according to this, Jailbait's birthday is tomorrow. So he won't be jailbait anymore. I wonder if the crew'll stop calling him that, then. Hmm, probably not.
It also says it's Ensign Ricky's birthday tomorrow. Poor kid. Everybody'll be tripping over their own feet to give Jailbait a good birthday and they'll forget all about him.
I should bake him a cake. He'll like that.
...looks like I won't be able to have dinner with Kyle after all.
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Date: 2009-07-09 10:12 pm (UTC)I have heard a rumour that I am having sexual relations with Doctor McCoy. This, I can assure you, is most definitely untrue. I believe the rumour began to circulate around the time that it became clear to the crew of the USS Enterprise the Lieutenant Uhura and I were no longer 'going out,' to borrow a humanoid euphemism. I believe the conclusion was drawn, for some reason or other, that our relationship failed because of my sexual preferences.
I am not usually one to utilise expletives, but I really feel the need to say - Why the fuck can I not ever perform a task to the satisfaction of my peers?
Lieutenant Uhura expressed a wish to engage in sexual intercourse with me. She seemed exasperated that she even needed to vocalize this; apparently human beings do not discuss their actions before they carry them out, but I am not surprised by that.
I commenced a vulcan mating dance, and began to perform the vocal ritual, when Uhura left the room, her expression extremely displeased.
She hasn't spoken to me since that night, and I have accepted that our romantic relationship has been terminated. I have not chased after her, as that would be illogical. Clearly our species are too different to interact in ways like this.
Although I have accepted that our relationship is failed, and that I have no friends on the entire ship (the humans seem intimidated by me, and often laugh at McCoy's open heckling), and that I will never be loved not that I care because a vulcan isn't supposed to care and oh great now I'm crying and I don't remember what I'm even talking about I hate my life.
In an attempt to vent my emotions and retain a calm facade, at least through our five year mission, at the end of which I can leave Starfleet and find a hole to curl up and die in, I have written a poem, the style taken after a twenty-first century model written by a group of people called 'emos.' I have even attempted to recreate their language.
u will never no the way i cry at night
bcoz i am a vulcan and vulcans do not feel emotion
that's what u think
and when u see the blood on the floor
gently caressing my body
that will be your excuse
Somehow it does not help me to write about myself being dead.
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Date: 2009-07-10 02:40 am (UTC)Today was my birthday. Mr Spock, who has started wearing eyeliner, told me that life was not worth celebrating. I asked him if that was logical, and he said "Only in that dark miasma of my fetid soul."
No one else did anything. Mr. Sulu asked if I had ever seen an ancient Earth movie called 16 Candles and when I said no, he wandered away muttering.
I am supposed to meet Mr. Joe in astrogation in 20 minutes. I hope he tells me happy birthday. It is also Ricky Peters' birthday, and Lt. Uhura got him life insurance. I thought it was a thoughtful gift. I wish she would get me something.
Okay, I should go get a hot pocket or something before I go to astrogation. Whatis it Sulu always says? Fucking my life? Yes, that.
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Date: 2009-07-10 03:12 am (UTC)Te-rrific. I've been in the lab every night this week studying this nebula, and we're no closer to figuring out WTF is going on with this thing. I'm about ready to throw in the towel, but Spock- who's gone emo, by the way, don't ask me why- says we have a duty to figure it out lest it be dangerous or something, I dunno. I just want to go to my quarters and sleep at night. Or Tony's. His quarters are nicer than mine. And his bed's more comfortable. Especially with him in it.
It's Jailbait's birthday today. The Captain's decided to throw him a surprise birthday party and since I've been working with him I have to do the set up and trick him into the astrogation lab. I bet Sulu'll sneak him off before we even get to the cake. Guy's been waiting for the kid to turn legal for months.
It's also Ensign Ricky's birthday today, but I don't think many people care. Uhura got him life insurance, which was nice, and I got him a blue shirt (also life insurance, I said, and he told me to piss off and that I wasn't funny). Poor kid. I know I wouldn't want to share a birthday with Ensign Jailbait.
It's been a whole week since I've had sex. I'm going crazy, which is wierd, because before that I went through a dry spell that lasted about six years. This is all Tony's fault for being so damn good in bed, damn him.
*sigh* I have to go get Jailbait for the party now. I don't really want to go. Maybe I'll sneak out early and plan a little surprise of my own for Tony.