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[psl] Tex in Starfleet AU
Sep. 11th, 2025 11:35 ama_shadowAgent Texas's placement on the Enterprise was meant to be a stealth position—her status as a member of Section 31 was only to be revealed upon the most dire of circumstances. Otherwise she was to pose as a subordinate to its commander, and simply observe and report her observations to HQ. Tex wasn't the best at remaining subordinate when given these placements, but in her defense, she'd always revealed her status only as late as necessary, and it had always resulted in a (in her mind) deserved advancement in her career.
Thus, her placement on the flagship now.
And so she stepped into the transporter and was transported to the ship; momentarily, she was blinking against the bright lights in the ship's transporter room. She looked around briefly, then stepped off the transporter pad into the room.
"Private Allison Bethany, reporting for service," she said to the man who was obviously the captain.
Thus, her placement on the flagship now.
And so she stepped into the transporter and was transported to the ship; momentarily, she was blinking against the bright lights in the ship's transporter room. She looked around briefly, then stepped off the transporter pad into the room.
"Private Allison Bethany, reporting for service," she said to the man who was obviously the captain.
[psl] reintegration ORTBO exercise
Apr. 20th, 2025 03:51 pmnotorpheusIt all started when Petey started coming into work and acting oddly. It had thrown the department into turmoil and slowed their getting work done on a consistent basis. And then when they started exploring the hallways as a team, and Irving discovered the other departments, that sure didn't help. It seemed it was time for an intervention.
The department's outies had been told of the upcoming ORTBO plan, but not their innies. For now the department was just the four of them—Petey, Mark, Irving, and Dylan. Dylan's outie woke up ill that day, though, so when Petey, Mark, and Irving awaken in the silvery sunshine of a winter day in Kier, PE, they start out without any knowledge of what's going on. They're just...outside, each alone in different parts of the forest, but nearby where they can find each other.
"Hello?" Mark calls from where he's standing between an outcropping of rock and a stand of trees. "Is anyone here? Petey? Dylan? Irv?"
The department's outies had been told of the upcoming ORTBO plan, but not their innies. For now the department was just the four of them—Petey, Mark, Irving, and Dylan. Dylan's outie woke up ill that day, though, so when Petey, Mark, and Irving awaken in the silvery sunshine of a winter day in Kier, PE, they start out without any knowledge of what's going on. They're just...outside, each alone in different parts of the forest, but nearby where they can find each other.
"Hello?" Mark calls from where he's standing between an outcropping of rock and a stand of trees. "Is anyone here? Petey? Dylan? Irv?"
Permanent Meme List
Apr. 4th, 2025 07:39 pmin_sufficientdataThese are the past memes I've posted on this musebox. Note that memes here are open, so characters posted here are not guaranteed to be my muses. If in doubt, check my muselist.
[PSL] Life Finds A Way
Mar. 22nd, 2025 11:36 amsplice_of_lifeIt’s almost time. As he stands by the three garishly painted SUV ride vehicles, awaiting the group of scientists and experts that would sign off on hard work and prepare it for the world to see, Mohinder swallows down his nerves. He’s expecting three new arrivals and one of Mr. Hammond’s lawyers, fresh off of a delicious meal and a look into some of the facilities within the compound. His boss had insisted on being the only geneticist from their small group there to field initial questions. It’s his right and Mohinder hadn’t fussed. With the hurricane rolling in, most of the staff had already been evacuated from Isla Nublar, he’d been busy seeing to last minute issues behind the scenes anyway.
In a white linen shirt and loose khaki trousers, Mohinder checks his watch again before the others arrive. He greets both doctors Sattler and Grant first and directs them to the first car. They’re distracted by Hammond’s grandchildren rushing about, and though Mohinder is attempting to keep things professional, he is as well.
No one told him about the children.
He is cordial to them as well, but they’re more interested in anything else. The same with the lawyer. The man is sweating too much and he ignores Mohinder’s kindness in favour of the air conditioned vehicles.
And that just leaves one more. The mathematician in his contrasted dark clothing gives Mohinder pause. He hadn’t known he’d get star struck, but he is. The smile he approaches the other man with, thankfully, isn’t creepy or put on. His big doe eyes beneath dark curls are genuine. He offers his hand out kindly. “Dr Malcolm? My name is Dr. Mohinder Suresh. I’m one of the geneticists here at Jurassic Park. I’ll be joining you today.” His voice is soft and like velvet, the British English not quite right, the dialect off. It’s probably obvious that it is a second language.
In a white linen shirt and loose khaki trousers, Mohinder checks his watch again before the others arrive. He greets both doctors Sattler and Grant first and directs them to the first car. They’re distracted by Hammond’s grandchildren rushing about, and though Mohinder is attempting to keep things professional, he is as well.
No one told him about the children.
He is cordial to them as well, but they’re more interested in anything else. The same with the lawyer. The man is sweating too much and he ignores Mohinder’s kindness in favour of the air conditioned vehicles.
And that just leaves one more. The mathematician in his contrasted dark clothing gives Mohinder pause. He hadn’t known he’d get star struck, but he is. The smile he approaches the other man with, thankfully, isn’t creepy or put on. His big doe eyes beneath dark curls are genuine. He offers his hand out kindly. “Dr Malcolm? My name is Dr. Mohinder Suresh. I’m one of the geneticists here at Jurassic Park. I’ll be joining you today.” His voice is soft and like velvet, the British English not quite right, the dialect off. It’s probably obvious that it is a second language.
The Hotel California Meme
Feb. 26th, 2025 06:00 pmin_sufficientdata
The Premise
You find yourself in the lobby of a hotel. Maybe you needed a place - any place - to rest. Maybe you simply got lost and thought to stop inside and ask for directions. Whatever the case, you're here now.
Entering is the easy part. It's getting out that you're finding difficult.
You find yourself in the lobby of a hotel. Maybe you needed a place - any place - to rest. Maybe you simply got lost and thought to stop inside and ask for directions. Whatever the case, you're here now.
Entering is the easy part. It's getting out that you're finding difficult.
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[psl] Casper Severance AU
Feb. 16th, 2025 01:32 pmnotorpheusMark had barely had time to absorb the news that Mr. Milchick has been fired before he gets the notice that his new boss, Dr. Darling, is calling him into his office. It makes sense, being the MDR department head, but he'd never quite gotten used to being in the role with all the things going on in the office lately. What are the Lumon board thinking, switching things up so drastically so suddenly? They'd barely gotten used to Mr. Milchick being in charge since Ms. Cobel left.
Mark isn't sure, but it certainly can't be good.
He sighs a little and stands, practically ignoring the comment Dylan makes—afterwards he can't even remember what he'd said—and goes down the long hall toward Mr. Casper's office.
The hallway is as long as it always is, but somehow this time it seems longer.
Mark isn't sure, but it certainly can't be good.
He sighs a little and stands, practically ignoring the comment Dylan makes—afterwards he can't even remember what he'd said—and goes down the long hall toward Mr. Casper's office.
The hallway is as long as it always is, but somehow this time it seems longer.
[psl] p90 twin resolution
Oct. 19th, 2021 12:44 amownpersonBack when getting home still felt like a distant dream, she thought she'd leave.
She thought she'd hop on the first ship out of there, put distance between her and the other Freelancers. She'd caused them all more harm than she'd done good and really, why would they want her around? They hadn't ever really been friends, not even in the earliest days of the Project when she hadn't gone off the fucking rails, so who would care if she bailed? Wouldn't it be better for her and for them (wouldn't it save North the trouble of trying to forgive her every day when she knew it was an exercise in futility?) if she just— bailed, found a home on the first distant colony her feet touched down on?
But then Wash and Carolina... asked her to stay.
Not just stay, join them on Blue Team. She didn't get it. She didn't understand why they'd offer her that kind of fucking second chance, but— well, apparently that was a trend? Hell, maybe not feeling like you deserved it was a fucking condition of being taken in! All she knew was that she went from feeling like she had nowhere to fucking go, to suddenly having an offer she couldn't find it in her to refuse, and that became her life. Living with fucking simulation troopers and a few ex-freelancers, playing capture the flag and dealing with the daily nonsense and...
It isn't... bad? It's just... weird. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before. Nothing like Freelancer, nothing like the marines, nothing like her youth. The sim troopers, all assholes themselves, push back against her bullshit with a scary kind of ease and they don't really give a fuck what she's done—apparently, not terrorizing them specifically kinda goes in her favour—and turns out it's really hard to sit and mope when you're living surrounded by that kind of chaos.
(Not that she doesn't have her moments, but give her a break, she's got some self-hatred to work through, okay?)
So things are... okay. Better than she expected, really. In a strange sort of way she's... got a life, a life of her own, and it's not exactly what she imagined for herself, but it works out. Everything works out.
Except for the gaping, empty space in her life where her brother used to be, always there even when she's not actively thinking about it.
He keeps his word and so he keeps his distance. She doesn't expect that to change. She doesn't expect him to forgive her, no matter how much time he gives himself. There are lines that can never be un-crossed and she leapt so far over them it'd be impressive if it wasn't so goddamned terrible. So she tries not to think about him, sticks to her side of the bargain and gives him space. Only gets her updates on how he's doing from York, and they're doing alright. He's doing alright.
But fuck if she doesn't miss him.
bothbarrels[ On the run. It was a phrase with certain connotations that North didn't necessarily like. It implied a sense of illegality, a sort of illicitness that he didn't enjoy thinking about. It wasn't him and South that had done wrong; it was the Director. But here they were, stuck with the consequences.
It had been nearly six months now. Six months on the run on a tidally-locked planet with barely even any cities to hide out in. Most of the facilities on the planet were sim bases, which were affiliated with the Project, and they mostly avoided those.
On this particular night, North and Theta had managed to hack someone's bank account and pay for a night in a hotel. It had been a while—quite a while—since they'd had one of those. North came out from the lobby and motioned to South to follow him to the door of the room they had gotten. ]
First dibs on the shower.
[ He says it with an easy geniality, as if they aren't on the run, aren't stealing other people's money to survive, aren't suffering from all the stress and tension that they have been allt his time. ]
It had been nearly six months now. Six months on the run on a tidally-locked planet with barely even any cities to hide out in. Most of the facilities on the planet were sim bases, which were affiliated with the Project, and they mostly avoided those.
On this particular night, North and Theta had managed to hack someone's bank account and pay for a night in a hotel. It had been a while—quite a while—since they'd had one of those. North came out from the lobby and motioned to South to follow him to the door of the room they had gotten. ]
First dibs on the shower.
[ He says it with an easy geniality, as if they aren't on the run, aren't stealing other people's money to survive, aren't suffering from all the stress and tension that they have been allt his time. ]
[psl] Maine & York sign language lessons
Aug. 7th, 2020 12:45 amhowkickassiam[ It hadn't been very long since Maine's injury. York and Delta had seen him in the infirmary now and then, whenever they went in for checkups. It hadn't escaped their notice that Maine didn't seem to be recovering as quickly or as well as York had. And, though Maine had never been a man of many words before all of this had happened, it bothered York that he seemingly had no way to communicate other than gestures and growls.
He sat and observed one such session in the infirmary until a nurse shooed him away. As he left, he felt the mental pressure from Delta that came when Delta wanted to interject some sort of unwanted thought at him. ]
What is it, D?
[ Delta's response came quickly and wordlessly, an impression instead of being verbal: sign language. ]
What? What do you mean, sign language?
I have been doing research in my spare time and I believe it would be helpful for Maine if we were able to teach him sign language.
Wait, we? I don't know any sign language, D.
But I have been learning. When you've been asleep.
[ And that was how it came to be that York spent the next couple of weeks cramming sign language lessons.
Now it was just a matter of figuring out how to broach the topic with Maine.
Somehow he had the idea it was best for the Project's leaders not to realize Maine was learning any sign language—it seemed like the kind of thing they would put pressure on him for if he didn't do it well. So York waited until after dinner one night, then went and approached Maine as he was preparing to dump his tray. ]
Hey, there, Maine. I was wondering if we could have a little chat. You know, walk and talk on the way back to quarters.
He sat and observed one such session in the infirmary until a nurse shooed him away. As he left, he felt the mental pressure from Delta that came when Delta wanted to interject some sort of unwanted thought at him. ]
What is it, D?
[ Delta's response came quickly and wordlessly, an impression instead of being verbal: sign language. ]
What? What do you mean, sign language?
I have been doing research in my spare time and I believe it would be helpful for Maine if we were able to teach him sign language.
Wait, we? I don't know any sign language, D.
But I have been learning. When you've been asleep.
[ And that was how it came to be that York spent the next couple of weeks cramming sign language lessons.
Now it was just a matter of figuring out how to broach the topic with Maine.
Somehow he had the idea it was best for the Project's leaders not to realize Maine was learning any sign language—it seemed like the kind of thing they would put pressure on him for if he didn't do it well. So York waited until after dinner one night, then went and approached Maine as he was preparing to dump his tray. ]
Hey, there, Maine. I was wondering if we could have a little chat. You know, walk and talk on the way back to quarters.
[psl] Tex & Florida
Apr. 25th, 2019 08:03 pma_shadowAgent Texas had been on the run for some time. Ever since she had witnessed Maine, become the Meta, throwing Carolina off of a cliff. She'd been keeping an eye out for other agents who might be targeted by the Meta, hoping she might be able to disrupt what the Meta was doing, scanning communications and tracking him. What she'd never expected to find was evidence that Church was being kept in another location from the Project's headquarters here on this planet. What she picked up was Agent Florida, communicating with HQ about the status of Church and his teammate. She could hardly believe her ears, but that didn't mean she found it difficult to act. She triangulated the signal and headed toward the canyon where the signal had originated.
She entered the canyon through the caves, switching on her cloak, and making her way to Blue Base. She remembered these simulation bases from her time training as an agent of the Project, but she'd never been sent to this specific place. She spent some time observing the small team of three as they interacted, then waited until after the two underlings were sent out for patrol to reveal herself to the supposed Captain of the squad.
She entered the canyon through the caves, switching on her cloak, and making her way to Blue Base. She remembered these simulation bases from her time training as an agent of the Project, but she'd never been sent to this specific place. She spent some time observing the small team of three as they interacted, then waited until after the two underlings were sent out for patrol to reveal herself to the supposed Captain of the squad.