Communications Log

It was a good thing that Hoshi didn't have any Monday classes. After spending most of her weekend asleep and unable to escape bizarre dreams, she had stubbornly stayed up all night Sunday. Somewhere around 6 AM, the exhaustion had finally kicked in and she dozed off for a few hours.

She was still feeling rather out of sorts when she woke up. After fixing herself a cup of tea, she sat on the bed and thought about the person she had been in that other world and the things she had seen. She sincerely hoped that those who survived would find themselves in a better place, but she couldn't feel certain about that.

[Door and post are completely open!]

Hoshi had put this off long enough. She wasn't taking a lot with her since she could pretty much get whatever she needed in 2146, but she also made sure to pack up all of her stuff so it would fit in the closet. She figured that Hinata would appreciate the extra space over the summer, and if things worked out really well with Starfleet, then it wouldn't be so hard to have the rest of her things sent home. At the same time, Hoshi really wanted to leave something behind, almost as a way of saying for certain that she would be back in the fall.

She hated the idea of leaving, even if it was just for a few months. Not even the experience she had yesterday with the gremlin had soured her on Fandom. If Travis Mayweather hadn't been waiting for her at the end of the causeway, she would had dawdled a little longer. At least she'd have a nice view of Travis's biceps during the flight to San Francisco.

"Come on, Porthos," said Hoshi, snapping a leash on the beagle's collar. "It won't be long now until we get to see the captain again. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

[Establishly and will eventually be a linkdrop. Door and post are open if you want to catch her before she leaves.]

Hoshi has a lot on her mind this morning. She'd finally managed to find a prom dress and shoes to go with it. She was occupied with making sure her dress was still safely tucked away in a dry cleaner's bag in her closet when Porthos started barking. "What is it buddy?" she asked, not turning around.

It's too bad that she didn't, because then she would have seen the gremlin before it managed to bite her on the ankle. "OUCH! What the... Oh my gosh, I'm late for work. I'd better get dressed. Where the heck are my legwarmers? Not now, Grunt! I've got to get dressed and head over to Mawby's before I lose my job. I can't spend the rest of my life working as a welder!"

After finding a leotard, sweatshirt and legwarmers buried somewhere in the back of the closet, she was out the door and on her way to work.

[Establishy! Hoshi now thinks she's Alex Owens from Flashdance.]

Porthos the beagle was tired of waiting for the girl in the bed to wake up and feed him. So, as he did on most mornings, he decided to lick her face until she remembered that she was supposed to take care of him. Normally Hoshi would grumble a little bit, but she would usually laugh.

This time, however, the girl in the bed screeched, "Get away from me, you filthy beast!"

Whimpering, Porthos ran and hid under the bed as the girl got up. She looked just like Hoshi, except she had bangs and she was wearing a slinky negligee that the normal Hoshi wouldn't be caught dead in. She proceeded to go through the closet, scowling at the clothing she found, until she finally took one of Hoshi's tops and cut five inches of fabric from the bottom.

"So, it seems that my dear captain has grown tired of me and sent me away," said Hoshi, searching for an explanation of how she got there. "Well, I wasn't happy with him either. Perhaps it's time I took a new lover."

[Hoshi is now evil Mirror Universe Hoshi. The Porthos of the Mirror Universe is a totally different dog, so she won't recognize this Porthos. I apologize in advance for evil Hoshi. Door closed, post is open for the roommate or anyone else.]

The stupid antiquated communications device was malfunctioning, because Hoshi was getting a lot of really bizarre messages.

At first she tried to call these people back, but eventually she gave up. For some strange reason, she had a craving for pizza and brownies. She left the phone behind when she ran out to get food.

[Establishy only. And morpherboy totally needs to get a sales commission from Papa John's because after reading all those pizza order calls, I need to order a pizza too.]

In the last week, Hoshi had built some huts, caught up with people, drank way too much, and managed to fit in yet another welcome picnic. With classes about to start, it was time to get back to business. She was currently cleaning out her desk, taking stock of what supplies she needed and making sure her data PADDS were all charged and ready to go if needed.

[Door and post open!]

It was Saturday, and Hoshi really didn't have anything to do today. She was half-awake and debating whether she should just sleep a little longer or get up and head to the library to study. Of course, before she did any of that, she should probably walk Porthos...

"Excuse me, milady, but I'm hungry," said an unfamiliar male voice.

And that's when Hoshi leapt out of bed to find a strange man sleeping at the foot of her bed. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded, wondering why Porthos hadn't started barking at the stranger.

"Milady? I'm hungry. Can I have the yummy stuff that comes out of a can today?" said the strange man, sitting up.

"Oh my... Porthos?" asked Hoshi, as the realization sunk in.

"Yes, Milady?" said Porthos. "Hey, my tail is gone!"

[Establishy. Door closed, but post is open, especially for the roommate.]

Half-asleep, Hoshi rolled over and wondered if she'd accidentally fallen asleep reading a book, because there was something kind of hard in bed with her. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't a book...

[[Door closed, post open for roommate or anyone else who hears the screaming. Establishy so as not to joss myself in another post.]]

There was... something odd, hovering on the edge of her consciousness as Hoshi slept. Her sleeping mind couldn't make sense of it, and the effort to try and catch onto whatever pushed her mind out of sleep. Once awake, she pulled her blanket around her, trying to shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. She tried to tell herself that she was just not used to sharing the room anymore, but she knew that wasn't true.

[Establishy, but open to the new roommate if she'd like]