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//I like the top left one. Subtle but excellent
//I'm inclined to agree. I like the placement of the silver/grey one a bit better, but that's a minute detail.
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//we can jointly go and meltdown at the people responsible
[Obviously the solution to this is that I should breathe fire at Jed Whedon or whoever the hell runs that show.]
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//I'm so far behind on everything going on in our little ENT verse. I know I've got a lot of old threads with erikaahernandez, cmdrtpol, counselordax (who I understand is on hiatus?), ensigntravismayweather, and probably others I don't remember.
If I've missed others please let me know, and also, if you'd like to end/drop any threads please don't be afraid to tell me. My feelings won't be hurt, and I understand it's hard to keep track of a bunch of threads so dropping inactive threads isn't going to hurt my feelings. I love the threads but we can always come up with something new that fits with the verses after the conference.
Sorry I suck so much, guys. :(
Monster Mash
T’Pol frowned slightly at Reed’s reaction. “Is everything alright, Lieutenant?” she asked, despite the evidence to the contrary. Still, an easy question might serve to provide her with a direct answer.
"No," he said quickly, "everything is not all right. There's some kind of creature out there, roaming the streets. I saw it. It nearly took off my head. Now I know why they told us not to go sneaking about at night. Would've been nice of them to explain exactly why."
//Librarian 35
He imagined that someone like T’Pol could probably hear the commotion, even several streets away. Whether that was true or not, he had no immediate way of knowing, but if she had heard, he hoped she didn’t come investigate. His legs sprinted as fast as they could take him, curving around darkened roads until he burst through the door where part of the away team was staying, spread out in a row of small guest cottages for comfort. Malcolm leaned against the door, locked it by feel alone while his heart pounded furiously. When his breath finally began to return, he peered out the windows. Nothing. Nothing yet.
“Don’t,” he gasped in T’Pol’s direction, “leave the house again, whatever you do.”
T'Pol was contemplating the value of creating a filter to weed out messages not intended for her when she realized that her point of focus had been on Chef. Not one to blush, T'Pol merely raised an eyebrow and looked back down at her PADD.
Silik turned around from where he was humming. He didn't know if Chef liked to hum, but from what he observed, humans didn't seem to think much if a small habit like this changed. No one had said anything thus far, anyway whenever people came and went from the galley. He was beginning to think there was nothing sacred in the kitchen. People kept coming up to him asking if they could borrow the stove or sneak a pint of ice cream. It mattered little, so he said yes, though often teased people first. It said of Chef that he could be a wily kind of man, so Silik tried to adopt that same playful streak. He found he actually missed the constant insulting of Gral.
When he felt T'Pol's gaze on him, Silik wondered, for a moment, if it meant she found something peculiar about him. Something out of place. It gave him a small jolt of adrenaline. Vulcan sense could be so astute... A trained chameleon that he was, Silik forced himself to wear a teasing grin on his face. "See something you like, Commander?" He left a pause just long enough for T'Pol to probably figure out it was an innuendo of sorts before he let her off the hook. "Some Plomeek broth perhaps?"
Ew I just hit on someone other than Archer.
No he did not like this new guise one bit. Except when he got to pretend yell at people to get out of his kitchen. That was the one redeeming virtue.
