Communications Log

Most of her things were already packed and sent ahead, but there were a few things that Hoshi left until the very end. So she was going around, checking the closet and under the bed, to make sure she had everything, like a certain beagle who did not want to go in his pet carrier.

"It won't be so bad. I promise," said Hoshi, crouching down and holding out a dog treat. "Look, at least you've got it better than Four-Dee. I had to put him in my backpack." Sure enough, there was a sad beeping sound from the backpack near the closet door.

[Hoshi's last post in Fandom! Door and post are open.]

One moment, the little bird was perched on the back of a chair, happily chirping away. Then the chirping stopped and Hoshi found herself crashing to the floor, naked.

"Not fair!" shouted Hoshi, scrambling to her feet and covering herself with her hands. Thank goodness the door was closed. "I had to miss my birthday and my boyfriend's visit because the island turned me into an animal. The least it could do is to give me a shirt!"

The island must have agreed with her, because a blue t-shirt appeared on the bed. Hoshi grumbled, but she put the t-shirt on before going to the closet to find some pants.

[Door closed, but post is open after Hoshi gets dressed.]

Hoshi was tired after working at the site of the new community center, but it was a good sort of tired. Hopefully, she would have an easier time sleeping tonight without any more troubling dreams about Hurley being stranded somewhere.

Before she could get too settled, Four-Dee beeped to get her attention and brought her a PADD. She had been procrastinating on writing back to Hurley all weekend. It was time to do something about that.

( Dear Hurley )

With that out of the way, Hoshi curled up in her bunk with a novel in French. It wasn't much of a challenge linguistically, but she was looking forward to some easy reading.

[Establishy but open for cabinmates, should they stop by.]

Hoshi had been frantically trying to get in touch with Hurley since last night to no avail. There was no response to her emails and her phone calls were not going through. Her last hope was Portalocity, but she'd lost track of how long she'd been arguing with their customer service.

"Are you sure? There has to be a portal going somewhere close to my destination? Can you check again? It's Santa Monica, California, 2002. I have no trouble making multiple connections if there's nothing direct..."

But her begging, pleading and crying got her nowhere with the Portalocity representative. She finally hung up the phone and stared off into space, not sure of her next move. Porthos had been able to tell she was upset. The beagle jumped up on the bed and rested his head on her knee, giving her a sad-eyed look. Four-Dee, the mouse droid Hurley had given her when he couldn't take it with him, was softly beeping from somewhere under the nightstand.

[Door closed. Post is open but beware, she's in a really bad mood.]

( The new alumni, since this is her journal )

( The Townies )

( The students )

( The Expatriate )

( The Player )

There's a lengthy info post about the Arms Hotel. Essentially, if your character needs temporary or semi-permanent living quarters, e-mail me and I'll set you up. For big events with lots of visitors, there will usually be a sign-up post for the hotel in advance. One day I'll get around to writing an info post for The Gig, but if you are interested in renting a horse for the day, e-mail me or just ping into that day's post.

I'll be happy to take questions, suggestions for what I should add to my info posts or any tropes that I may have missed.

Hoshi headed back to her room right after her fourth period class, needing to grab a few things before heading to the journalism room to put the finishing touches on this week's newspaper. Since the weather was a bit more wet than she'd counted on, she decided to swap her sweater for a jacket. She was reaching into her closet when…

"Ouch!"

The gremlin hadn't liked being disturbed from its nap. After biting Hoshi, it shut the closet door and went back to sleep.

[Establishy]

On a day like this, Hoshi would love to be out there fighting off the latest invaders on the island. However, this weekend, she had received instructions to take a qualifying math exam for one of the colleges she'd applied to, and the exam covered some of her weak areas. So Hoshi had left the fighting to her roommate while she did some last-minute cramming on statistics.

Still, there was the occasional gremlin that managed to get into the room. "Oh please," she groaned, grabbing a heavy book and taking a swipe at the intruder. "I don't have time for this! I still can't figure out how to do binomial and multinomial probability functions."

Yeah, that certainly got the gremlin's attention. It stood there and gave her a confused look.

"I mean, I think I understand the difference between discrete and continuous random variables, but I still don't understand how you solve for the number of trials given the probability and mean," Hoshi ranted on, utterly frustrated. "There's not enough information in the problem to solve it without a setting up a table and graph, but the graph has to use the probability as a variable. That doesn't work when the probability is constant!" She went on to list all the parts of the equation that she'd managed to identify so far.

The gremlin tried to understand what Hoshi was going on and on about, but it didn't understand statistics either. Finally, its head exploded from the information overload.

"And then you have to go make a huge mess on top of all that," grumbled Hoshi, getting up to grab some paper towels.

[Door closed, post is open.]

This is a catch-all post for sending in letters to the editors of the Fandom High Times!

Hoshi realizes that she and Hurley have been having the same dirty dreams while their AU selves get even more dirty.

Hoshi stumbled back to the cabin from Caritas without too much trouble, despite all those shots she'd been doing with Penelope. She noticed a blinky light on her cell phone, after a bit of fumbling, listened to the message.

Now, she could have just crawled into her bunk and gone to sleep, but it wasn't like Hoshi to think that sensibly when she was this drunk. And it had been a strange couple of weeks ever since the disastrous poker game back in San Francisco. Hoshi picked up the phone and started randomly dialing numbers.

And if it wasn't bad enough to leave rambling messages for a bunch of alumni, Hoshi decided to call Captain Archer's communicator next. "You big meanie-head!" she shouted before abruptly hanging up.

A few minutes later, the captain managed to call her back. "Are you okay, Hoshi? Where are you? I've been so worried since you went miss--"

"Ponfo miran!!" And she hung up on him again.

[OOC: Establishy! It's late.]