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.]

Hoshi was pleasantly surprised to get an alien language recording from her older brother, who had been visiting friends at the New Berlin colony on the moon. She played the recording several times before attempting it herself. The vocalizations were rather high-pitched and few of them seemed impossible with human vocal cords, but she gave them her best effort.

It definitely got the attention of her dog. "Sounds kind of like a bird chirping, doesn't it?" chuckled Hoshi as she gave Porthos a reassuring pat. Then, she went back to the beginning of the recording and tried it again. This time, she seemed a lot more successful at all the little chirps -- probably because she'd transformed into a bird.

Tweet, tweet...

[Establishy. Door closed, post can be open, if anyone's around.]

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.]

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.]