#crew logs

[ensign-spider]

second officer's personal log, stardate 48056.8. today much of the crew intends to celebrate a centuries-old tradition of expressing love via gifts, like flora or sweets. when i first came upon this fascinating ritual, it was difficult for me to understand as i do not feel...love. i am cognizant of the sensation certain individuals have on my neural pathways, however. in the spirit of the day, i have left a box of chocolates next to geordi's control station as i went off duty. as i understand it, traditionally the chocolates to taste less than pleasing. i have been assured by commander riker that this replicated, quasi-heart box of chocolates is repulsive. end personal log.

[ensign-spider]

miles o'brien, probably:

transporter chiefs log, err...final log. Stardate 45997.3. chief petty officer mile edward o'brien...currently. i've been reassigned and i have to say, i couldn't be more pleased. don't get me wrong, the enterprise was lovely...at times. with molly here now, it'll be nice to get off to a quiet station where there's a lot of hard work to do by men who can still roll up their sleeves! chief engineer they said...long as it comes with some competent staff. this cardassian station will give us more trouble than it's worth, but it's a challenge i'm looking forward to. end log.

[ssv-gabriel]

[ssv-gabriel]

[apilotandhercrew]

OOC: If you have art for anything(especially your character), please post it!

[apilotandhercrew]

NOT A DRILL

THE SPIDER IS OFFICIALLY ATTACKING. THE ONE THAT I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT. IT’S IN THE CABIN. THERE’S ALSO ANOTHER ON THE HELM. I’M FRICKIN’ SCARED. IT’S TRYING TO CORNER ME AND I DON’T HAVE A GUN. I NEED A GUN. WHERE DID THE SPIDERS COME FROM. I- CRAP. IT KNOCK OVER A DAMN TABLE. HELP. ANYONE. I’M IN THE MESS HALL. I- GODDAMMIT.

SPIDERS HAVE TOO MANY LEGS. TOO MANY DAMN EYES. HEEEEEELLLLPPPP!!!!!!!!!

I WISH I DIDN’T LEAVE MY SWORD IN THE STORAGE.

[apilotandhercrew]

Historian Log 3

Alrighty. Today was. Slightly terrifying. I thing there’s something following the boat. I wanr to alert lookout but I’m afraid that I’m slightly insane because I saw a spider the size of a small dog on the side of the boat. Since it’s not attacking me I didn’t contact spider removal crew. But I am regretting it slightly. I think it’s staring at me. Or at least it was.

I also found that the habit of finding a way to sleep anywhere was handy because honestly I didn’t find a bunk. I slept in storage pr rather outside of it. Tonight I look out into the Void with pride. I’m going to sneak into the kitchen chat up the baker and Milkshake manager possibly. Try to find a way to sleep next to the oven. I also think that I should talk to fellow historians. Curse my shyness and natural introverted-ness. Wish me luck!

-Wishfulina the Historian

Ps. I hope my eagerness doesn’t get me thrown off board. Because I wanted to do this I was just a little girl. Kidding. Just since last week.

[apilotandhercrew]

Wolf's Note on Stowaways

I’ve heard he have some stowaways on board, and that this has been causing some conflict. As it is my job as Human Relations to maintain a sense of community on this ship, I’d like any disputes crew-members may have with stowaways to be brought to a happy conclusion. I am aware that the stowaways are not supposed to be here, but we can’t kick them off now on a strange island. I’ll let the captain decide what to do with them in the long run, but in the meantime please keep the conflicts to a minimum and if you need a mediator, I’m always available to help however I can.

-Wolf, signing off

PS) Contact me at hr-andsnacks-wolf if you need me