"People are trapped in history-"

"-and history is trapped in them." Finn Montgomery | Exoarchaeologist and Astral Anthropologist | Stationed aboard the USS Enterprise {Star Trek OC RP Blog. Will RP with any fandom, tracking theexoarchaeologist}

[theexoarcheologist]

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[jonursetobe]

"I didn’t sneak aboard. I came aboard after Cerberus. I was living there. “the planet had a massive Famine, only saved by a friendly philanthropist. She would have starved. “And Uncle Jim wouldn’t mind too much either way. Yeah. Daddy’s a grump ass." she snickered. “Don’t tell him I said that though!"

[theexoarcheologist]

"Oh." He gave a small nod. Now he understood. He'd had to assign someone to the case to try to catalog everything and anything about the famine, and about the man who saved them all. "I'm sure Uncle Jim wouldn't mind. But I bet Mr. Spock would." He chuckled, and nodded. "I'll keep that strictly between us, promise."

[theexoarcheologist]

"I found shot glasses, but nothing to fill 'em with."

[setcourseforeudaimonia]

What I really believe we should do now is strive for originality. Because in Star Trek Into Darkness we took one of the most revered and loved adversaries of the Enterprise and put him in there, and did a story that had all of these wonderful nods to films from the past, and episodes from the past. I really think that what we should do from here, in my personal opinion, is strive to be original. Strive to be something different and new. You know, let’s not forget that Star Trek as envisioned was about space exploration. And it would be really wonderful to harness the spirit of that and apply it to the next film, so that we do something different than a revenge-based picture.

- Karl Urban, on what he’d like to see for the third film. [x] (via setcoursetoeudaimonia)

#OHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT #karl urban drops the mic and kicks it a little before moonwalking off stage #while doing a beatbox rendition of the original star trek intro theme (tags via leighway)

#karl is creeping ever closer to achieving john cho lvls of shade on these writers #and i couldn’t be more proud (tags via tholianwebs)

[theexoarcheologist]

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[jonursetobe]

"No!" she laughed and took it off, handing it back to him. “I’m visiting my Dad. He’s the CMO. His name is Leonard McCoy. Do you know him?" she asked with interest.

[theexoarcheologist]

He took it from her and placed it back on his head, slightly skewiff. He nodded, grinning, "So I don't have to report you to the Captain for sneaking aboard? Good." He chuckled. "'Course I know him! He's pretty cool. Although, he is a little grumpy, isn't he?"

[theexoarcheologist]

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[iamtheenterprise]

The woman giggled, and withdrew her hand, lacing her fingers and letting her hands dangle at the front of her body, a bubbly smile painted across her pink lips. She couldn’t help but be pleasant - meeting her crew was as close to a dream come true as a conscious ship could think of.

"Yes, like the Enterprise. The Silver Lady. NCC-1701. But, like I said, kind of wordy."

[theexoarcheologist]

He was fascinated. He was pretty sure if he raised his eyebrows any higher they might disappear into his hairline, but he couldn't help it. He'd never seen anything like this before. "Woah." He murmured. "Kind of wordy." He nodded, with a chuckle. 

"So when did this happen?" He asked, gesturing to her, meaning her new body. "And if you're here, how's the ship still running?" He was curious; he was just trying not to be too forward.

[theexoarcheologist]

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[charlottesongg-deactivated20130]

"I was attempting to read, translate and walk at the same time," she said, shaking her head, “That’s never a good idea." Charlotte picked up a piece of pottery, looking at the carvings for a moment before her omniligualism kicked in. “You can read the writing on these without putting them back together entirely. That is what you were going to do? Translate them?"

[theexoarcheologist]

"I see. You must be pretty talented then, huh? 'Cause as we've established, I can't even walk, let alone read and walk and translate all at the same time." He chuckled. He watched her analyse the fragment, his brows furrowing as he wondered whether or not she'd be able to read them. "D'you think so?" He asked. "I was hoping to, yeah. Well, not me personally. Someone from linguistics. But I don't think it's the current language of the planet - it just looks different. So I guess we'd have to identify it before we could translate it..."

[theexoarcheologist]

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[jonursetobe]

She tugged the big hat on, the object half slumping down her face. She grinned brightly. “Well, I think it’s pretty cool. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Finn!"

[theexoarcheologist]

Finn grinned, laughing a little bit at the too-big hat. "I think it suits you." He nodded. He was sure he knew her name from somewhere. He'd heard it used around the ship before. He shrugged it off. "So what're you doing on the ship? Did they let you into the academy early or are you a stowaway?" He grinned.

[theexoarcheologist]

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[drbennywynne]

Ben raised his eyebrow and look down at the parcels. “I was heading down to Archaeology myself." He briefly counted the number of packages with a red sticker. “Do you mind my asking? What are the samples of? If some of them are broken, I can put them back together. I’ve got some time to play jigsaw." He grinned at the other man, trying to contain his eagerness to work with another person in the archaeology department.

[theexoarcheologist]

"Really? Awesome. Nice to meet another member of the team." Finn grinned. He looked down at the packages, having all but forgotten them, and then looked back up at him. "Don't mind at all! There's a lot of pottery and ornaments in here, they might be a little smashed. Other than that everything's some form of metal. Mostly copper, I think." He tried to peer at a few of them, but he really didn't want to upset was a delicate balance.

[theexoarcheologist]

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[drjamesonbrooks-deactivated2013]

"Of course," he replied as he picked up the remaining samples. “I’ve got these. You’re just going to run into someone again if you try to carry them on your own. Besides, I was headed to the labs anyway."

[theexoarcheologist]

"You sure?" He asked. He didn't want to force them onto him; he was sure he could manage, if he could just force everything into his arms. "Well, thanks." He smiled gratefully at him. "Uh, this way." He jerked his head forward, gesturing down the corridor.

[theexoarcheologist]

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[enterprisesmalenurse-blog]

"Ee, um," Hugo twisted his hands together as he stood in the doorway. No, this wasn’t right. “Yes, actually…I think I might be a little lost." He flushed with embarrassment, but at least the officer before him didn’t seem as daunting as some of the other crewmen. “I’m sorry, I’m still new here. Which office is this?"

[theexoarcheologist]

He blinked, waiting for a response. "Ah," He tried to give a reassuring smile. "Not a problem. I used to get lost in this place all the time, it's ridiculous. They should hand out maps." He chuckled. "You're in Archaeology. And kinda Anthropology too, but-" He waved his hand. He didn't want to confuse him any further. "Where are you trying to get to?"

[theexoarcheologist]

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[jonursetobe]

"I like your hat!" Joanna said brightly and skipped over. “It’s kind a funny looking and reminds me of Uncle Jim’s. Where’d it come from?" the ten year old asked curiously. “Oh, I’m Joanna. Nice to meet you."

[theexoarcheologist]

He chuckled, placing it on his desk. "Thanks. Feel free to try it on. Might be a bit big on you, though." He smiled, pushing it towards her a little. "A birthday present from my mom. I think she was trying to be funny." He smirked a little. "Joanna? Well, it's nice to meet you too, Joanna. I'm Finn."

[roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers]

I feel bad that I’m so slow with replies, especially when I can get the muse to do the same thread a few times in a row but I can’t for my other replies.

[clinicalphobia-archive]

[theexoarcheologist]

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enterprisesmalenurse

jonursetobe

anursefirst

paramount-icebound

impossiblenumberone

The hat had been a present from his mother. She had seen it, thought it looked like a Captain's hat, and sent it off to him for his last birthday. of course he didn't want to be Captain. Hadn't wanted to be since he was seven. But still, it was a nice gesture. As the door to his office opened, though, he pulled it off, flushing a little. "Can I help?"

[theexoarcheologist]

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[iamtheenterprise]

The female grinned softly, reaching out and catching his hand between her fingers, as soft as though they had never touched another surface before. She gave a one-shouldered shrug, tilting her head to that side with the comment of already knowing who he was.

"Well, Finn.. My name is Enterprise, but that’s a little wordy, so you can call me Eve."  Probably one of her better introductions. She was just sorely hoping that he caught this one - he would, he was smart, she knew that. 

[theexoarcheologist]

Her shook her hand firmly, but his touch was still gentle. Handshakes were a big deal on his home planet, so he liked to think he'd gotten his down to a fine art. He smiled back at her warmly, as warmly as he could muster.

He might have skipped straight to the end, to Eve, and asked her how she was doing, but he couldn't help but notice what she had said before that. "Enterprise?" He asked. A raised a finger, pointing at the ceiling. "Like- The Enterprise?"

[theexoarcheologist]

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[72-reasons]

He was half-tempted to crack a wan grin at the man’s comment about his other specimens, and would likely have managed it if the statement hadn’t hit quite so close to home. Though his people would be safe, he knew that one day they would wake up to the same sensation he felt now-the dizzying disassociation with what remained of their world and the inane surprise at men still being around. “Just fine," he answered easily in spite of his thoughts, curious as to what questions the man would have. He had been sorely lacking in the opportunity to discuss with academics.

[theexoarcheologist]

Finn settled behind his desk, deciding that perching on the end of it would be too forward and slightly off-putting for any interviewee he could possibly talk to. He was trying very hard to reign in his excitement. "Awesome," He nodded. "We'll start off easy; can you give me your name, date of birth, place of birth and species, please? I know you said whole knew species, so Humanoid's a totally acceptable answer."

[theexoarcheologist]

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[drbennywynne]

Ben knew the look of another scientist, rushing along with samples they had collected. Especially when he quite literally collided with said scientist. He bent at the knee, picking up some of the samples carefully, with a light touch and delicate fingers. “Don’t worry about it." He said in response to the other man’s apology. “I wasn’t looking where I was going either." He handed off packages, one by one to the other before standing and offering a warm grin. “Where are you heading? Do you need a hand?"

[theexoarcheologist]

Finn was glad for the help, finding it a lot harder to slot everything into his arms like he had before. He tried his best to match packages together in accordance to size and type and things, but he was starting to give up on any sort of organization. He smiled back at him, but shook his head. "Not if you're busy, no. And uh, I'm headed down to Archaeology. Everything with a red sticker goes down there, and then everything with a blue sticker goes down to Anthropology. I'll probably stay down there with them, too. After a fall like that I can't promise the samples'll be intact, and I'm just not fancying a jigsaw puzzle today."

[theexoarcheologist]

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[charlottesongg-deactivated20130]

Charlotte left her office, picking a PADD up off her desk on the way out. She started reading through it, then translating it from Romulan to Standard while she walked. She was almost to her destination when she ran into someone. “Sorry, that was my fault. Wasn’t watching where I was going," she said, bending down to help the man pick up all of his samples.

[theexoarcheologist]

Finn shook his head as he tried to pick up as many samples as possible, grouping similar things together. "Naw, it's okay." He gave her a soft smile. "Shouldn't have been running round like I was." He said, picking up a few now broken pieces of pottery. He sighed. "Got even less chance of understanding these now," He muttered, looking at the carvings etched into the pottery. They were split into several pieces, just like the pots themselves. "Good job I'm a fan of a good jigsaw puzzle."