#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]

❛⠀ have you ever heard me say no to drinks?⠀ ❜⠀ practically jumping off her chair, she quickly puts everything to sorts. well, sort of. it returns to its casual chaotic style, not organized, but not exactly the scene after a hurricane either, something in-between that only she can make sense of.

alana looks dead to the world. what she should do is tell her to go to bed and start again tomorrow. only, she is not here as nurse chapel, is she? catching alana by the hands, she leans back, using her weight to pull the redhead out of her chair, a small grunt falling from her lips.

at this point, alana's not so sure it's circles so much as spirals. circles would imply returning to a point previously departed from, again and again. instead... well, she's lost track of point a and point b and certainly doesn't remember where the intended destination of point z is. still, she laughs. ❛ I won't tell him you said that. I'm not sure his ego could stand the blow. ❜

she's tired, though, and having been seated this long she groans at the prospect of having to rise to her feet. ❛ how about drinks instead — drinks until I forget all about this until morning and can come back to it with fresh eyes. ❜

[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.   ❞

[nursc]

❛ no, no, no.⠀ ❜⠀ hand flies in front of her face, sharp and indignant, even as a warm laugh rumbles out of her chest. ⠀ ❛ it's totally different. not a hypocrite because... because the opportunity presented itself to me and something larger than me took over my body. you, on the other hand, i think you've been manipulating every single conversation we've had in the past months so you could introduce a pun.⠀ ❜

arms cross over her chest, shoulders shaking slightly from laughter.

❛ i have no idea anymore what party we are talking about.⠀ ❜

ellie grins in spite of herself, but quickly transforms her laughter into an indignant, ❛ hah! and to think you've spent the last ten minutes complaining that I've been torturing you for months with puns. I see how it is! ❜ her voice turns affectionate as she accuses, ❛ hypocrite. ❜

❛ I'm keeping that one, though. and you've lost all right to demand I promise you no more puns. so, about that party... ❜

[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]

“You also understand no one here has said yes yet.” (ellie for emily)

@trueseeking

emily was no stranger to roadblocks. absent a personality that welcomed strangers into her midst, her field-work was usually preceeded by a week in which she had to convince people to help her, in spite of their personal dislike or indifference of her. 'what emily lacks in personality, she more than makes up in sheer stubbornness and an attention to detail' as an advisor once wrote in a letter to an elder of a norwegian village she spent six months in to study the migration patterns of arctic fairies.

it did not bother her. not personally, not now, she merely stayed sitted, blank expression unchanging as she presented a leather-bound folder to the harpist.

❛ i understand you only get mail once every three months. i took the initiative of copying some sheet music i thought would be of interest to you. ❜

[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.

[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]

it takes julian a full second to fully register what she just said. the obvious, the glaringly obvious aspect he somehow overlooked in his worry to make sure the baby was born with all twelve fingers: deep space nine was in space.

what a strange thing to forget.

but deep space nine was a world in itself. so full of life and its own contradictions, that you could forget it was an old piece of cardassian metal. ❛⠀ well, what do you say to that? she was right after all. babies do come from space! ⠀❜ hazel gaze sweeps past her to the window, stars twinkling down at them, sharing their merriment. ❛⠀ but i don't think they think like that. history is... this, the two of us talking, not what happened in this station fifteen years ago.⠀❜

❛ if all babies came from space... ❜ lottie begins, fully aware that this is the least of the problems associated, ❛ then how did their species not die out before, y'know, achieving space flight? space storks bringing them down from the stars? ❜ she snorts, but then her eyes narrow. ❛ for that matter, she does realize that she is in space? ❜

the more lottie considers the — frankly insane — mental gymnastics that must be involved in denying a pregnancy, keeping a whole population ignorant of such a basic element of existence, and otherwise evading the intense logical discrepancies of... all of this... the more she perceives it as a matter of psychology and not of anthropology. and, therefore, right in her wheelhouse and compelling new project.

[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 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔.  ❞