#oneofseventytwo

[fortunefavorsthebravedude-blog]

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chiefof-engineering

themerrychase

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friendshipstates

oneofseventytwo

"You need something, yeah? Is it important? Because I'm sort of running low on caffeine right now and I need to go re-fuel."

[outcomeyproject-blog]

The lovely Natasha-Black-Widow tagged me.

Rules: 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones 3. Tag 11 people and link them to your post 4. Let them know you’ve tagged them the questions

Questions:

1. Your childhood toy?

I still have a Jesse, the cowgirl, doll which I loved deeply  That's probably one of the most important.

2. Favorite snack? 

I think I'll say cookies.

3. If you like Harry Potter (and everyone should, like that isn’t even a question) what’s your favorite movie?

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. (I hope I wrote that one correctly, in Spanish is Harry Potter y el Caliz de Fuego)

4. Your favorite picture? (Could be of anything) 

Just one? Nein. 

-The one with me and Drake Bell.

-Jeremy Renner smiling while signing my diary

-And ALL those Frenchwoods pictures

5. Is there something you wear everyday? (Like jewelry?) If so what is it?  

i wear four fabric bracelets, each one bought in the four concerts I've assisted during the year. It's like a tradition to me. Also my glasses and a black bracelet with a feather, a skull, a peace sign, and an eye, I wore this in my very first guitar concert and I think it's lucky

6. What color is your room? 

Boring White

7. Funniest moment in school? 

That time we threw water to another generation during their group picture.

8. Best thing about summer? 

Last year was FWF, this I could say how excited I was to enter a new school

9. If you won the lottery, that will be the first thing you buy or spend it on? 

I'd pay any money my family owe.

10. Have you gotten any autographs from anyone, if so from who? 

Ah yes<3 Drake Bell, Jeremy Renner and Cody Simpson.

1.- Team Edward or Team Jacob?  Just kidding, which book is your favorite?

2.- What movie that comes out this year you can't wait to see?

3.- Favorite Harry Potter character

4.-What song describes you?

5.- Do you belive in love at first sight?

6.- Favorite Tv Show.

7.- Do you think age is a matter?

8.- Do you play videogames? If yes, which is your favorite?

9.- What do you enjoy about TUmblr?

10.- Mention three favorite foods.

11.- Cats or dogs. Why?

I tag:

 toendureandsurvive

winner-of-the-county-fair

sagavenator

oneofseventytwo

Capitanuruklurtz

thenameisgatsby

last-words-luther

eleganceandpyrokinesis

trickery-lies-and-frost

[ariemnu-blog]

{Untitled: oneofseventytwo}

It is not usual for him to have his rest interrupted without the sound of alarms going off, warning of enemies ahead. Yet, that is exactly what the XO finds himself doing at zero four hundred hours, staring blankly ahead at the ceiling. Had it been a red alert, he would have diligently prepared himself for duty, but seeing as there is nothing there, he gets up at his leisure, taking care to smooth out his garments and the untidiness that has become his hair; a regretful afterthought of sleep.

Body not seeming at all fatigued, Spock deems it unnecessary to attempt at slumber, thinking it wiser to occupy the remainder of his time with more fruitful means. There are no files for him to go over, such tasks dealt with yesterday.

Perhaps a routine inspection of the ship is in order. Yes, he believes one is.

The thought of him waking does not trespass into the grounds of superstition, the possibility that, though there were no alarms, he had waken up to an abnormality upon the ship; an ignored foreshadowing.

Spock is perfectly aware of the crew members walking past him with their heads down, though makes no move to acknowledge them until one happens to bump into him. Eyes narrowing, he examines her uniform for any information on her rank, but finds that her attire is not that of the ship. His hand wraps itself firmly around her upper arm. "Identify yourself."

[ariemnu-blog]

+6 require identification;

Hello! Please let me know if you ever want a starter and which verse (mirror or your own) you would prefer it in. I don't mind doing a quick starter for people, but I don't want to cram everybody into Mirror!Verse, if they don't want it.

[xviridis-archive]

oneofseventytwo - meeting established

She shouldn't have been there - she knew that pertinently well, but she wanted to know - she had to see those who had indirectly lead to Admiral Pike's death. To the death of the only man she had ever considered a father. 

So there she was, infiltrating the hangar where the augments had been laid to rest. 

This was a stupid, stupid idea. 

[outcomeyproject-blog]

Oneofseventytwo is now a suspect.

Prisioner again. Perfect. The girl thought to her self as the crystal case was being locked. She was handcuffed by a quite modern chain. Moving around a bit, she wondered what would happen next. What did they want with her? Scarlett looked up as a woman aproached.

[commanderisaachansen]

OOC:

There are a few people I mean to write greeting posts for, but I'm actually really not used to get new followers the way that I have, so...IDKWTF to do.  So...If you want to wait for me to get my shit together, it should happen eventually, but if you want to plot TALK TO ME!  I like when people talk to me.

[commanderanderson]

starter

Theresa longed for the days when as combat specialist she would be tinkering with phasers, or torpedoes.  She missed analysing battle debris, tactical simulations and combat classes.  Things had changed since Khan.  Now the enemy was themselves, or versions of themselves.  Super soldiers.  Super humans.  One person weapons of destruction.  Pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes to shut out the images, she turned off the vid she was watching.  This was her job now.  Watching videos of contact with the hostiles, watching them fight, looking for weakness.  She’d been doing this for months now, she was the closest thing they had to a specialist and she was yet to find one.  They’d dug up the records of how the augments came into being.  They had blood samples, they had the vids.  What they didn’t have was answers.

When she wasn’t working she saw them everywhere, anyone with above average reflexes, intelligence or strength, all sent waves of sickness though her stomach. It had become an obsession, they were her obsession.  On first glance then, when she spotted her she dismissed it.  Her mind was playing tricks, obsessing.  However as the woman approached her, her eyes widened in surprise.  It was her, it was the third augment.  Her heart race quickened and without thinking she ducked down a side street, she was in uniform.  That might get her killed.  She was a combat specialist, but she wasn’t going to fight her.  She didn’t want to die.  Hands shaking she fidgeted with her communicator to signal for help.  When she’d calmed down she approached the edge of the street she peered around looking for the woman, stumbling backwards as she  walked right into her.