Roger Wilco, Space Guy!

Star Log, date I'm Not Sure... I'm Roger! I'm a StarCon First Class Janitor, and my home colony is Xenon. I spent a lot of my years in the service doing more than just cleaning, though. You'd be stunned how much trouble I fumbled myself into! Evil scientists, alien armies, parasitic space goop, not to mention floor waxers and roombas! My ship's nav circuit fried (again), so here I am in a whole other solar galaxy! Weird, huh? [RP blog for Roger Wilco (post Space Quest 5 + Headcanoned SQ6) | Multiverse | Open for Crossovers | NSFW Tagged and More'd] [original sidebar graphic credit]

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HIATUS

// I'm gonna be going on hiatus for a week or so. I'm not sure how to explain it other than my bipolar is messing with me, and I need a break. @-@

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//let me know If I have any due replies! :> My dash has been acting weird and not showing posts sometimes, so I hope I haven't missed anything!

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Talk about numbers 4, 9, 21, 26, 32, 33, 34, 37, and 39!

4. Talk about the thing you regret most so far.

"That’s kind of hard to answer. I try to live without regrets, but I guess the one what won’t stop coming back to bug me is that I didn’t get to spend any time with my son, and when I saw him, thanks to time travel mumbo jumbo, it was only for a few minutes."

9. Talk about little things you like on your body the most.

"I like my dimples! I’ll let you guess which ones I’m talking about.”

21. Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.

"Uh, well… getting kind of personal here, but… There was this woman, named Stellar Santiago. She really wanted to take me out to dinner, and see what happened from there, but I turned her down, because my coupled, Beatrice, was Estrosian. They really don’t like their men wandering about, so to speak.”

26. Talk about things you do when you’re sick.

"I like to watch vids when I’m sick. Have some soup, read technical manuals, that sort of thing! I just don’t like being sick…"

32. Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.

"My dad took me to Fester’s World O’ Wonders when I was a kid. I remember the huge Mog statue, surrounded by tents and booths. It was a sort of amusement park-gift shop scene. I went on the double ferris wheel, the tilt-o-world, and got sick on both! They had N&Ns and caramel apples and hot dogs and tater sticks, and it all tasted great. My favorite was the cotton candy. But I think what I liked best about it was the fact that my dad took me there.”

33. Talk about what you do when you’re sad.

"Mostly? Drink."

34. Talk about the worst physical pain you’ve endured.

"Well, there was that time when I was being taken to a slave labor camp on Labion. The guards Vohaul stuck me with were really stun-prod-happy. They zapped me so much I think I blacked out!"

37. Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.

"…I’d… really rather not."

"I mean, it doesn’t really matter now, does it? I’m a galaxy and a millennium away from her."

39. Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier.

"I wish I’d known my light-speed was gonna mess up. At least then I would have had a chance to fix it! But, hey, what can I do about that now. I’ve just gotta make due. ‘It’s what Wilco’s are the best at’, my mom always said."

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(@hugh-borg) [DS9] // Something New Everyday

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Hugh only stepped back just a little as he was sure Roger was alright. He still looked on with almost puppy-ish, perplexed concern when Roger hung his head like that, but it eased when he saw him stand up straight again. He seemed alright, but ‘different’ definitely didn’t carry any positive connotations with the way he said it.

"A bad feeling.." He looked edgewise in thought. Oh, he knew what bad feelings were. At least, he’d started to know what they were after going back to the Cube the first time. He didn’t like those. They usually came before something very bad happened, like clockwork, with a strange tightness in the chest and stomach. He really didn’t like those. "Yes, I know what they feel like…" He looked back. "Do you mean… this time you are afraid you will not be able to return to your home and child like before?"

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Roger shrugged. "I don't know. I guess that might be part of it. Whenever someone runs into something they've never encountered before, especially when they're forced far away from home, they always get some sort of bad feeling. I already feel like a fish out of water, on top of it." He rested his hand on the back of his neck, tentatively rubbing it.

"... He's my first, you know. It took me long enough, but I finally had a child. I was on my way home to see my coupled when the malfunction happened. Ugh, talk about bad timing."

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Actually being invited to see the scars certainly gave Hugh more permission to be curious, and he listened to the story behind each one as he tried to mentally match the descriptions of the wounds to the scars they had left. A gash here, a slice there, Roger was dotted with all sorts of little reminders of adventures and the accompanying painful injuries.

Finally, Roger used words that made a lot more sense, although they barely had any connection whatsoever to the ones he had used before. “Scars make your males more desirable as mates?” He cocked his head and furrowed his brow. “You are saying.. that scars are part of your stories? You have had many adventures, and you have experienced much pain. Yet others would wish to remove them?” He nodded his head a little as if asking if he’d understood, before he seemed to be lost with his thoughts for a moment.

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"Yeah. It's something personal to each individual." He let Hugh look for a little longer. Then, when the Borg had fallen into his own thoughts, Roger walked over and sat down on the sofa. "You know, I heard about that procedure you're planning on having. The one to remove some of your implants. You'll have scars from that." He nodded, crossing his ankle over his knee.

"Are you gonna want to keep your scars? I mean, it's weird. They'd be part of who you are, but also kind of a reminder. Always there to make you remember what happened." He reached up and brushed his fingers over the scar on his shoulder, looking a bit thoughtful.

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(talk about) 7, 8, 12, 17

7. Talk about your biggest insecurity.

"Uh… Well… I guess I was always considered to be a little ‘weird’ or ‘lame’ by Xenonian standards. I’m a ways into my prime years, and I only have one child so far. By my age, most Xenonian men have three or even four. Most people assume it’s because I can’t get into the bedroom as easily as others, which I guess is right."

8. Talk about the thing you’re most proud of.

"Being a StarCon officer!"

"My mother always told me I couldn’t cut it in the uniform, but I wanted to make her and my father proud. Even though I didn’t know him for very long - I only met him once of twice when I was really little - I knew he was a StarCon captain, so I guess part of me also wanted to see if I could find him in the ranks somehow."

12. Talk about the worst dream you’ve ever had.

"I have to? … Er.. Okay. Sometimes I have flashback dreams. Vivid memories about being held captive by Vohaul, or hiding from the Sariens. I’ve heard situations like that leave scars on people who’ve even been trained for intense combat. Guess little ol’ me couldn’t escape getting a few lasting impressions. I can’t pick out which ones are the worst. It really depends on how bad they are, how real they feel. But they’re just dreams! I can live with dreams."

17. Talk about someone you want to be friends with.

"Well, there’s this guy who looks a lot creepier than he is, and he didn’t really get to choose how he looked. He’s a little guy - what the people around here call a ‘Borg’. He seems really nice and innocent. Most of the stuff I say confuses the tar out of him. Like that? Right there? What I just said? Guaranteed to have confused him. He’s probably wondering why I think he even has tar in him or something. But anyway, he’s nice, curious, and looks like he could use a friend. So could I, so it’s a nice match up!"

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((That's fine, I take forever to answer. I'm impressed that Roger can tolerate Seven.))

Seven ignored the smirk completely. "The canteen?" she asked, "I assume you mean the mess hall. As for the restrooms, there are a few public restrooms on Voyager. However, most are in crew quarters. Deck 2, Section 13, mess hall, " Seven said to the turbolift. It began to whir and they were on their way.

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//Roger's really easy to talk to, mostly because he's oblivious to most insulting tones, or even just rude ones. So someone who doesn't have as much social capabilities, like Seven, wouldn't phase him unless she outwardly insulted him to his face.

As the turbolift went down, Roger got time to look around it, noticing just how sleek it was, but also how it was a bit darker than he'd expected. "Is there a reason this place is so... dark and creepy? No offense, I mean, but... I'd expect a starship to be a bit brighter than this."

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Debriefing for Colonel Kira Nerys

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Kira nodded slowly. “Going from what we know, we’re sure. I have a group that still wants to spend some more time on your case, and you are more than welcome to work with them if you want, but you have to understand. We’ve never seen anything like this before.”

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Roger looked down again, knitting his brow. "... T-That's... But how..." He pressed his hand up to his forehead. "I feel... a little..." His knees went weak, and after a long jog, hearing this kind of news, especially in Kira Nerys' particular brand of communication, might have turned out to have been a little too much.

Down he went, like a sack of potatoes.

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(@oldsoulyoungatheart) [DS9] // Evaluation

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Again, Ezri furrowed her brows in confusion.  A the back of her mind, she knew she should be asking questions to evaluate his feelings on being stranded so far from home, about what he was going to do now, and so on and so forth but all of these names and dissimilarities intrigued her.  The psychological evaluation could wait a bit.  Right now she was curious and perhaps a roundabout way would be best.  Sneaky as it was, it was only meant to help him.  Roger seemed the type to clam up if asked direct questions about his psyche.  Just a hunch her gut told her but she decided to follow it and play it safe.

"Still doesn’t sound like the Earth I know…" Ezri drifted off.  She had shown him the star charts and he had said that everything checked out.  Alternate universe, maybe?  Tapping her chin thoughtfully with the PADD, she pondered what to ask.  In a moment, the PADD halted and she suddenly asked.  ”What is the current government on Terra III as you know it?”

"You say that you have maps of the Delta Quadrant?  One of our ships is lost there.  it’s called Voyager.  We thought it was lost for four years, then very recently, it came into contact with a network of alien relays and was able to send a message to Earth to alter us that she was still out there.  Ah ‘she’ being the ship.  You said Sariens… are they cybernetic hybrids by any chance?  Fly around in green cubes?"  She raised a brow.  "If so, we call them the Borg."

"And no, we don’t have ‘jumpers’, we have warp propulsion.  Top speed for certain Federation vessels is 9.975 but it can only be sustained for twelve minutes maximum before the hull begin to be compromised.  Warp 9.9 can be sustained for 12 hours, and warp 8 is the new top cruising speed.  It’ll get you from here to Earth in 23 days and 13 hours."

"Chief O’Brien did mention your engine trouble to me.  He’s our Chief of Engineering and I trust you are alright with him poking about your ship?  We won’t try to pry any secrets.  Honest.  We respect your privacy, but it’ll help us help you if we know a thing or two about your propulsion.  Can you tell me what you do remember happening just before the incident began?”  Creator, now she sounded like an agent from Temporal Investigations.  Who was she now, Sherlock Holmes?  That was Odo’s job.

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Roger looked blank and confused by the time she stopped talking. He shook his head a bit and held up his hands. "W-whoa, whoa... Let's slow down a bit. I uh... I think I forgot some of the things you asked." There were so many questions to answer, and he felt like they'd only lead to more and more questions. It was confusing and flustering, but he'd try.

"Terra III has a loose government, I think. I've never been there, except that one time when my FTL malfunctioned, and that time I was sent to 1987 in a parallel universe." There, one question answered.

He squinted at the name 'Voyager'. "It rings a bell, but I'm really not good with history. I'm better with engineering and cleaning, you know?"

"When it comes to the Sariens, they don't look like the Borg. I've met one of those guys, and they're a lot less friendly than he was. They look more like Cardassians, only less lean, more green, and more mean." He internally chuckled at what he thought was a clever rhyme.

"Now... what else were you talking about? Oh, yeah, warp. We have warp, yeah. It's a bit out-dated, but still the most reliable may to cruise the galaxy. Our warp limit is 7.5, since there are a lot more ships, but our maximum warp can reach warp 30, for intergalactic travel. Takes about two years to get from Andromeda to Earnon, and three from Earnon to the Milky Way."

The last bit was hard to recall, but he eventually did so after a bit of squinting. "Uhh... The last one was about your engineers and my ship, right? As long as they don't take any stuff for too long, I'm alright. I think Security already asked me most of the questions about what happened, though. I can hardly remember it. Apparently, I smacked my head hard enough to bruise bone, so I guess I had a rough arrival, but that's it. it's all black."

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//I just had a bunch of messages pop in to my inbox for memes I closed a while back and I'm thinking tumblr might have barfed out some I sent out, too. Or I can hope.

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