#trueseeker

[ve1ljumpers]

"are you drunk ?" ( donna for josh )

❛⠀ is that still an option? 'cause i'd really like to be. ❜ it was late, and the last time he went to sleep was.... is it a good or a bad sign if you can't remember when you went to sleep? because he is thinking bad, but sam said the other day, that not-remembering sleep is a sign you and your body are in alignment, some witchy stuff he picked up in san francisco during the primaries. ❛⠀ and indoor voices, please, donna. ❜ / @trueseeking

[nursc]

❛⠀ you'd like that, wouldn't you? well, i'm not volunteering for the job, busy enough as it is, but...⠀ ❜⠀ there’s no way she’s letting alana boss her around. friend or not, genius or not, a girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere. and that line? it probably should be here: right before becoming the underling of someone who could probably take over the entire ship without ever leaving the comfort of her quarters.

❛⠀ right, well,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, slapping her hands together, pulling herself into a proper sitting position. ❛⠀ we're talking in circles, and that's not a good thing for computers, right? probably even worse for our brains, so come on, up you get, we're taking a lap, and i'll play... well, i won't be your underling, but i'll pretend to be a prettier version of jacobi.⠀ ❜

❛ if I was too good for grunt work, I'd be sitting in a posh office at some prestigious research institute, delegating to my underlings. ❜ but there's different types of grunt work, alana might argue. there's grunt work that moves a project forward, necessary to the end goal if agonizingly tedious, and then there's grunt work that covers ground already covered because someone in the past didn't keep scrupulous records, or made a mistake, or...

not that alana's records are... anything resembling coherent — not to anyone besides alana herself, at any rate. she'd better live a good long while to fill in the gaps for any one seeking to use her work as a springboard for their own.

❛ not that the idea of underlings isn't appealing, because it definitely is. ❜

[starstcff-a]

cold breeze meets her as the steps into the training grounds, silk robes swaying softly in the wind;      time on babylon five with its controlled air system has made her unaccostumed to the feeling of fresh air on her skin.    in a way, it is not as welcoming as she remembered, it bites into the soft skin of her cheeks, branding them a deep red not seen in other minbari.  

bringing her hands together in front of her body, delenn allows the sleeves to cover her palms, nodding as rangers part for her, leaving the grounds until a lone solitary finger remains.   the clothes are so different rom the sharp clean lines of the earth uniform, and the closely cropped hair curls around his neck now, but it is unmistakably him.

“    commander,    ”    that was not right, was it?    and yet, that affectionate tone could not yet wrap itself around the new title.     in a moment where everything was changing, delenn allowed herself a slip back in time.

@trueseeking is to blame for this blog, so they get a starter

[wcrlds]

it was winter, and jeffrey sinclair was on her mind.    it was completely unfair, she protested internally, sitting down on his couch, easy manner troubled by curiosity.    he belonged to summer, when memories of their good times came more easily. with babylon 5 now gathering all of the work she usually did all across the sector, it seemed it was her fate to run into him regularly.     “     i’m not sure i like this.    the two of us, talking.     too dangerous.    ”     lifting a cup of tea to her lips, catherine gazed up at him.    “    you promised me a story, though.    so here i am.    ” 

@trueseeking​     •      starter call.

[doctordonovan-a]

 ❝   we all have secrets, don’t we?   ❞

 it's more than a little ironic:    how she has never chosen secrets,    yet how they seem drawn to her like moths to flames.    perhaps it is in her nature    -    of all the things she has read about romulans,    all the rumours she has heard whispered in halls and meetings and around campfires alike,    there is a haunting similarity between monsters meant for shadows and own skill for it.    who is she if not the combination of others' secrets?    never carrying them out of own ambition yet unable to put them down without the very real danger all she cares for may shatter    &&   crumble if it were to come to pass.

 eyes follow @trueseeking​​’s all the same,     studying same ambassador with quiet curiosity.     they all have their secrets    -    but some natures crave the power such secrets may provide over anything and everything else.    ❝   isn't it basic sentient nature?  once we have the ability to understand what secrets are,    the weight of them,    there's always something more than a little tempting about trying to learn them.   ❞     motivations vary,    yet the results are often similarly messy.     attention drags itself to him,    dark eyebrow raising even as voice never quite seems to change.    ❝   unless,  of course,  you're above all that.   ❞

[yes7erdays]

his correction of her plan sparks a grin on her features, a small startled laugh rushes past her lips. it is quieter than her usual bark of laughter, less bubbly than the one she usually greets her friends with, no matter how terrible their joke is, carrying a different kind of weight. with victory so close at hand, the mystery she nurtured from a far-flung possibility to a mission helmed by the leader of sg-1, it slips free from thought, amusement brightening her features, lifting her head higher.

tugging out a map from her pack, she follows cam's lead, tracking their path with a finger. when he stops, she rushes forward, not looking down anymore, small steps hurried as twigs crackle underneath her feet, not a moment of hesitation. so tantalizingly close to the truth of one of her favorite stories, she holds no room in her head for doubt, the large oak tree at the heart of the clearing calling out to her.

❛⠀ it's there! get those knees up, go, go, go!⠀ ❜⠀

❛ no, so I can take their firearm away from them and retract their authorization for using one. ❜ cameron's made some dumb decisions in his time, but surprise wake-up calls for individuals who apparently are both jumpy and in possession of a gun... even he's not that foolish. ❛ and then maybe wake them up at four a.m. for drills, ❜ he allows. though, that might be liable to make them more jumpy and not less.

his gaze flickers back to her at her murmured as I'll ever be. but despite the words, her trepidation seems neither rooted in exhaustion nor in anxiety, and so he gives it no acknowledgement.

instead, he sets off in their former direction, mentally tracking their progress. once they reach their destination, he'd likely become all but useless to her, so least he can do is get her there. but as the distances climb without sign of... well, anything... he pauses, glancing at the topography of the land around them, recalling the map they'd compiled from various sources and that he'd committed to memory. ❛ should be somewhere around here... ❜

should being the operative word.

[mangopuddong]

Mirror = That's the kind of bond I'm looking for with a living being.

I think it is the only thing that knows my true self...which till now, I hadn't or couldn't show anybody else.

Wishing that someday I'll achieve that deep desire.

[ltbroccoli]

@trueseeking ( continued )

‘ hurting others is a choice ’

           ❛ It’s unfortunate how many people would disagree. ❜    Yet for all his deceptively light tone, the glimmers of wry humor, someone who knew him better would pick up the sadness that lurked therein, the perpetual exhaustion with the world as it was. As if his very being warred at every moment with the external universe, unreconcilable. He restrained a sigh, shook his head instead. Now is not the time or place for grim mockery or flippancy.

           More seriously, more focus, he added,    ❛ But it’s not a choice I intend to make. We’ll find another way. ❜    Yet he didn’t add the words that followed in his mind: we always do. They seemed too prophetic, too dangerous in the way they must tempt fate and bring worse down upon their heads. Orders were only orders, after all, and now would not be the first, nor the last, time he bent them to his own purposes or shattered them upon the rocky shore of morality. He wondered, sometimes, how many more times he could afford to do so.

Reg couldn’t really get his head around the vastness of all this. Entire civilizations at war with each other, at serious risk of being wiped out forever. Every ship Reg was called to fix in worse shape than the next. Though worst of all was being asked to salvage the ones whose pilots hadn’t survived the trip. Just patch it up and move on, like it wasn’t a death trap now...

“I r-really hope you do, Commander,” he finally replied. “Because... I d-don’t know how much longer we all can keep doing this.”

[ve1ljumpers]

It's not a vacation. ( cam for vala )

❛⠀ not with that attitude. ⠀❜ ⠀loathe as she is to compliment the planet that's become her prison, vala has to admit that the island-resort has its charms. sure, it is owned by a human crook who is stealing alien technology to power his... something something tech company ⸻ to be honest, she kind of drifted off during the meeting after they said she was going to go undercover as a potential seller, thinking of the cute outfits she was going to charge to the government's credit card to sell the ruse ⸻ but the beaches are amazing. just because she is on the job, doesn't mean she is not going to squeeze every single minute of pampering she can. she lives in a base under a mountain! a girl has needs! ❛⠀ and... well, i don't know how to tell you this, but i outrank you now. you are my bodyguard, so you can't go around ordering me about. that's totally the wrong vibe for this, mitchell. you're the professional, you should know this. ⠀❜

@trueseeking

[nursc]

❛ when it comes to puns i'm all about intent.⠀ ❜ that should have been the end of it. ellie will have no option but to agree to her terms if she wants to tell her about the party, and that will be the end of it; no more puns. except... except something scratches at the back of her mind, begging to be let out and before she has a chance to fully digest how much of a bad idea it will be to say it, the words slip out from between grinning lips. ❛ you could say i'm all about pun-tentionality.⠀ ❜

oh... where are the photon explosions when she needs one?

❛ I don't think people give photon explosions enough credit, actually. ❜ an untuned harp, on the other hand... despite herself, ellie grimaces at the thought. surely, surely, it couldn't have been that bad. someone else — someone not christine, whose word ellie would normally take as law no matter what but who distinctly isn't a credible source here — would have told her.

ellie mulls over the offer — or pretends to — before frowning. ❛ what happens if, hypothetically speaking, I swear not to make any more puns... and then I make an accidental pun? ❜ it's either a convenient loophole, or an unfortunate tripwire, and she needs to know which before making any decisions.

[ofgoodconscience]

@trueseeking liked the thing

“Commander Sinclair, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Captain Picard. I hope you received our message anticipating our arrival -- subspace communications are a bit temperamental out here.” He reaches out to shake the man’s hand in greeting nonetheless. “As it were, the Enterprise has been sent by Starfleet to pay a visit, and observe your progress in diplomatic proceedings on the station.”

[fateprotected-a]

@trueseeking gets a smol

“Promise me that no matter what you hear, you won’t go off on your own to investigate.  I want your word.”

[starstcff-a]

                  ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ-      @trueseeking​​ asked: ‘why do you keep repeating everything i say and turning it into a question?’ ( but early on!! Jeff vc:  can I have just one straight answer instead of another question please I'm begging )

“     because it would be a waste of my time, and yours, if i were to answer questions that you already know the answers,      ”      this is only half an answer, and soon it won’t be able to shield her from his questions anymore.    they were becoming more incisive, as the commander neared the truth.      

deftly side-stepping has been her course for the past years, her own government and the vorlons sharing the belief that the truth should only be revealed at the most opportune time.    sometimes she tried to nudge him along, after all   —   if he discovered the truth all on his own, the grey council would not be able to continue dragging their feet.    there were arrangements to be made, and the shadows waited for no one, not even the darkness they consumed.     

meme     •        accepting

[ve1ljumpers]

❛ so you agree, you're squinting, ❜ a shadow of a smile tugs stubbornly at the corner of her mouth, threatening to betray her amusement. kate hides it quickly with another mouthful of steamed vegetables. see, gibbs, vegetables are good for you — it's brain food! it's the best way to hide a smile, and it buys you just enough time to collect your thoughts when your boss tries to catch you off guard because he still eats like he is a marine with a head full of dark hair.

❛ i have alerted every official from here to maryland to keep an eye out for a car matching the description, and i'm meeting with the suspect's sister and best friend for high school in the morning. right now, my computer is running that face recognition mcgee installed, ❜ she says, pointing one of her chopsticks in his direction.

this time he casts her a glare — she'd passed the point of any semblance of subtlety ( and it had been thin to begin win ). ❛ 'eagle-eyed'? ❜ he offers as an alternative to her idiom. ❛ and we have an unsolved case. don't you have things you should be doing? ❜

important things. productive things. things other than questioning his eyesight. even if that eyesight, given the glasses left neglected in a drawer of his desk, might warrant a little questioning.

[wcrlds]

c&c hums in the background, a steady beat of feet and endless incoming transmissions which never allow it to fully go to sleep, much like the officers in charge of the station.    laurel stops at the door, leaning against the frame as she watches the commander with tired eyes.    “    hell of a day, sir.   ”    a smile cracks at the corner of her mouth, long from a bloom — though when has her mouth ever behaved in such a matter? — but the exhaustion of the day softens professional edges, makes her glad that she is going to get to go to bed, sip coffee the next morning and greet another day.    “    can’t figure out who you did it, though.    i thought we were all toast.   ”

@trueseeking​     •      starter call.

[trueseeking-a]

❝  𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑.  ❞

TRUESEEKING  ::  commander jeffrey sinclair of babylon 5, as loved by katya.  @

❝  𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.  ❞             ❝               𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘�� 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔.  ❞