Agent Tiranel

08:26 pm: Well...
All is not lost; apparently the USS Forty-Seven won't lose structural integrity just yet. That is, Melanin has finally arrived, is sober, and much less irritating than she was the first night I met her. When I got back to the response centre this afternoon, after handing over the program for the new LMH to the Medical staff (the male nurse I talked to was thrilled to have the help, and vaguely cute; the female nurse who overheard the discussion began to drool--why? It's only Bashir, and only a hologram) she had cleaned the room! And refrained from kissing Boromir (the only LOTR poster I've kept on the wall--Sean Bean is sexy, and Quen didn't drool over him, so I can tolerate 'im).

Five minutes later:

...OH. THAT's why Mel doesn't lust after Boromir. Oh, well, at least we both have Gondor heritage. That's better than her being a 21st-century girl dropped into M.E., I guess. Not that you would know it from the amount of glitter the kid exudes!

(Yes, kid! It seems Miss Butterfly here is two years younger than me. Which is a nice change from having a partner who was older than me yet less experienced.)

Off to file paperwork on our first mission. Or rather to re-file it; the records folks don't mind if we turn in mission logs that aren't in English (this place is multi-continuum, after all) but they do mind if half the thing is in two different languages. Specifically, in Trill written in Cyrillic characters. Oh, the trials of being hexilingual!

01:41 pm: Joined up with the Sue Support Group...
The Uncommon Comma says that if I am to work in Technical Errors, I must join the Sue Support Group to keep my !!!!!1111 tendencies under control. I don't know what he said to Melanin, as she was asleep when the console went off, so we didn't have a chance to get properly introduced before our first mission.

( Intro post in the SSG Livejournal )

EDIT: Gah. My mother's name is Tarsulëiel, not Mithläiriel. How could I get that wrong? *headdesk* Maybe it was a subconscious attempt to spare Agent Lael Odaren the shame of revealing her history? Mom twitched a lot around Mary Sues, even though she loved the original Tiranel dearly...glad she's retired now.

I mean it: if Melanin turns out to be a Ringer (and I'm seeing signs of it already--I hope I'm mistaken) I shall spork something. Preferably a plant.

--Tiranel

03:02 pm: Whoa.
Just saw the strangest thing. An agent running down the hall, carrying a large royal-blue banner that said LONG LIVE THE PPC! I mean, I've seen the Morale Officer carry a "Go PPC!" sign before, and DOGA apparently has a "GO!" banner. But this was a lot more emphatic than any of those. The agent--some blonde girl I've not seen before--was followed by several agents shouting valiant-sounding poetry and marching in parade formation.

Very interesting. Must be part of the cleansing ritual to get rid of the 'Sue infestation that the DMS: LOTR and assorted agents have been assaulted with this past week. Hopefully no one else will try to snog me randomly in the halls...that was rather disturbing, yes.

And where is Melanin? I think maybe I'll just leave a note on the door and join the procession. If they wind past the Caf, so much the better. I could use something from the Coffeine (tm) machine.

09:04 am: Movin' in.
So I wait here in the new, empty response centre for Agent Butterfly to arrive. Agent Butterfly. What a name. I swear, if she's a gibbering new Suvian recruit, I'm resigning my commission. Except that I don't have a commission...that's for Starfleet officers, and I'm not in Trekverse any more. I wonder what sorts of disguises we'll have as Technical Errors agents? And what weapons? I refuse to part with my mek'leth, though I suppose if we do something non-futuristic, the phaser rifles will have to go.

Oh, look here. Computer. Shiny red button....