[Terilynn]

Terilynn presses the command on the panel of the MU Independent Frigate Leucrota and gently takes Riker's hand. He's still tied and bound of course, but she knows he won't be for long.

"Don't worry Will. I'll have you home in good time."

He leers at her, still perturbed for not being out of his bindings since trekkin' kidnapped him and brought him here to begin with.

"I hope t's able to get out of that mess with MU Spock, I have a feeling that may not be over with."

Riker nods in agreement. "Do you mind? I'd really like to go home now."

"Home? Who said we were going back to your home?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean that we're traveling back to a time before yours. I've always wanted to meet Captain Rachel Garrett, but people have told me that to go back to her time is unlucky. Well – I don't believe in luck. I don't believe in unlucky. There are coincidences and I know there is always a rational explanation for everything. Every. Thing."

"So what are you going to do to me?" he asks as the fear spreads across his face.

"I'll untie you once we get there, but you're going to be my redshirt for the entire duration of our stay on the Enterprise-C."

"Enterprise-C?! They get destroyed!"

"Well yes – but that won't happen until long after we leave the ship for Ten Forward XIV." She leans over and caresses his cheek. "What's wrong Will, don't you want to be my redshirt? Not even for a little while?"

He smiles weakly and resigns himself to his fate...knowing it's a sentence he's all to willing to endure. "Fine, when do we leave?"

"Right now."

Her hand presses the final command and the two evaporate from the realms of the Mirror Universe and arrive, somewhat buffeted, in the strangest bar yet. Will glances around and smiles brightly. "Hey! There's my trombone! You've had it all this time?"

Terilynn only shrugs and smiles. "Uh huh. And we're keeping it too. Along with Jean-Luc's flute, Benjamin's baseball, Kathryn's coffee mug, Jonathan's polo ball, Spock 's IDIC and Jim's spectacles."

She observes everything on the ship and everything looks in good order. Pink2D2 and Robocup are making caffeine-laden drinks by the pot full. The rack o'pain sits by the observation windows. The stuffed crocodile and Saj sit by the port side of the bar. The juke box and the quarter-bearing statue of Zephram Cochrane are ready off to the side.

"Will. Press M-13 for me…would you?"

Riker does as his mistress requests and he smiles with the sound of the classic Stevie Wonder.

"I love this version – I grew up on Sesame Street. Kids entertainment doesn't even get this good any more."

http://www.youtube.c...h?v=_ul7X5js1vE

As the music blares throughout the bar and Riker begins to get funky, Terilynn takes in the surroundings and laughs.

Ladders, open umbrellas, shattered mirrors are everywhere. The floor is a conglomeration of cracks and pits. There's a shoe resting on a table and Terilynn realizes it's a penny loafer without the penny. The calendar hanging on the wall only contains Fridays and they're all numbered the 13^th. The clock on the wall is set at military time but continually flashed 1300 hrs. A small model of a theatre marquis shows the play was Macbeth. An upside down horseshoe hangs over the entrance to the bar. A raven caws in the corner. Salt has been spilled all over the bar.

Riker smiles. "Here. I'll clean that up."

Terilynn grins in return. "I'm not so sure I'm going to want YER to come back from his vacation."

But most amazing of all – a small comfortable set of over-stuffed chairs are set into a conversation area in the main section of the bar. Set to side of each chair is a selection of fine pipe tobaccos and velvet smoking jackets. Unworn monocles rest in cases – ready to be worn by their new owners…and…and…

"OH MY!!! Rowley!! Rowley Birkin! Welcome to Ten Forward XIII!!! What? What's that you say? You went to a fireworks display in the village? What happened?"

http://www.youtube.c...h?v=NPiGJBHVadA

"And then you went to Cairo? What happened there?"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BKRZTalEys...feature=related

"You sir are very, very drunk…Welcome home to the Thirteen Club, nested comfortably in Ent-C's THIRTEEN FORWARD!!!"

"Don't forget to place your bets on the dabo wheel!"

and remember...there's no such thing as luck!

This post has been edited by Terilynn: 26 March 2009 - 09:27 PM

[sevnson_71]

I'd rather be lucky than skilled any day of the week

[Captain_Hair]

Gah, this is not an easy chapter to write.

[Terilynn]

What chapter CH?! Aldrin coming back to life?!?!?!?! *crosses fingers*

[Captain_Hair]

Terilynn, on Mar 26 2009, 10:25 PM, said:

What chapter CH?! Aldrin coming back to life?!?!?!?! *crosses fingers*

It was never dead. But I'm on chapter 22 right now and struggling to narrate and visualize a train of thought as seen through somebody else's eyes.

[Terilynn]

Captain_Hair, on Mar 26 2009, 08:33 PM, said:

It was never dead. But I'm on chapter 22 right now and struggling to narrate and visualize a train of thought as seen through somebody else's eyes.

Sorry - didn't mean to imply that it was... I'm just excited you're working on it!

Eeech...perspective....have fun.

[Captain_Hair]

Terilynn, on Mar 26 2009, 10:34 PM, said:

Sorry - didn't mean to imply that it was... I'm just excited you're working on it!

Eeech...perspective....have fun.

The hard part is trying to capture how a person thinks. It's one thing to understand how a character comes to their conclusions, but to actually see their thoughts and how they flow from one to another... I have a hard enough time following my own train of thought!

[Terilynn]

Captain_Hair, on Mar 26 2009, 08:40 PM, said:

The hard part is trying to capture how a person thinks. It's one thing to understand how a character comes to their conclusions, but to actually see their thoughts and how they flow from one to another... I have a hard enough time following my own train of thought!

Tell me about it! It's worse too when it's someone who's not like you in the least. You can imagine of course, but that doesn't mean it'll come off sounding realistic! I'm sure you'll do great though!

I'm going to watch DS9... and then go to bed.

Good night all. *hugs*

[Captain_Hair]

Terilynn, on Mar 26 2009, 11:02 PM, said:

Tell me about it! It's worse too when it's someone who's not like you in the least. You can imagine of course, but that doesn't mean it'll come off sounding realistic! I'm sure you'll do great though!

I'm going to watch DS9... and then go to bed.

Exactly!

Say high to the Vorta for me!

[fastillion]

LMFAO Zach and Miri Make a porno is my new favorite movie.
Seth Rogen is a god. End of argument.

[Barbara]

*sadly and alone Bugs slides into the bar*

Sam's gone. *sigh* I will miss him dearly. *Bugs picks up an old dusty pair of dice on the bar. Instinctively she rolls them across the worn table top.*

13. Of course, what else would it be?

Tea please Mr. Riker. Earl Grey. Thank you.

*Seeing the juke box she places her coin in its proper slot and chooses:
http://www.youtube.c...h?v=7ZrlsE69n8w *

[Barbara]

@Apoco - you okay? wuh happened?

[Terilynn]

Good morning all! Coffee. French Roast. Black, please.

Huh. Snowing here this morning. Weird weather. *Hopes Apoca is okay*

[Apocalypse]

I just got some bad news, that's all. Not entirely sure how I feel about it yet.

Wow. 13th thread, 13th reply, and it's about bad things. This is an unlucky thread.

This post has been edited by Apocalypse: 27 March 2009 - 09:01 AM

[Terilynn]

Apocalypse, on Mar 27 2009, 07:57 AM, said:

I just got some bad news, that's all. Not entirely sure how I feel about it yet.

Wow. 13th thread, 13th reply, and it's about bad things. This is an unlucky thread.

I got some very bad news the day before yesterday but it's just a coincidence and has nothing to do with this thread. That bad news would have come regardless of the name of this thread.

*HUGS* are good things...and here's one for you.

[raptor]

We're friday, but not the 13th (yet).

[ensign edwards]

*The door slides open, revealing a centurion. It glides into the bar with predatory grace, its metal glistening, and sets up a large ladder over the entrance.*

*Edwards comes through the door and under the ladder, followed by a second centurion and a Blood Elf in crimson and ebony armor bearing between them a stack of tall mirrors. They set up the mirrors along one wall.*

*Edwards pulls his side arm and blasts a hole in each mirror.* Let the misfortune commence!

*Turns to centurions and Blood Elf.* Thank you. You may go.

*The centurions move off without a word. The Blood Elf bows.* "Ishnu-alah, Shan'do Edwards."

Ishnu-dal-dieb, thero'shan. *Blood Elf leaves.*

*Sits at the bar and sips ambrosia.* Sigh. I'm still having BSG withdrawals.

I must remind myself that Fridays will still have Terminator, and that the Caprica pilot will be out in less than a month now.

[Apocalypse]

I've settled into melancholy dejectedness.
*puts in monocle absentmindedly*

[Terilynn]

I've settled into an "I can't change things" acceptance and am trying to figure out how long it will be before I fall apart.

But - apparently my mind isn't ready for that yet...so. I think I'll have a beer.

[ensign edwards]

What's up, TL (and Apoca too, for that matter)?