Seven's Personal Log

[Annika, duly enabled by Edward Nygma, is now going to 'woo' Kay. She considered just sending it to Kay, but then Eddie wouldn't have known how it went down, but it would be even weirder to just filter it to them two and she knows that gossip is bound to get everywhere anyway, so this is completely public.

She's in a straight posture and has a piece of paper before her. She starts out very 'proper' or at least her version of it.]

My sweetest love, my Kay,

I am writing, er, eh, speaking, because I can hold back no longer. [A quick break of character to display her dubiousness, odd, because she wrote it. Back into it.] Our hearts intertwine like the ribbons of destiny and our love burns for you like the candle centre of my heart.

[Yes.] Your eyes are like the stars of fate. That supernova in my soul. [She's starting to crack herself up. This is why she doesn't volunteer for Professor X's plays.] You're like nipples to a seawi... [No, no, she's gone. Sniggering all over the place and a unladylike snort in the mix.]

[Seven travels all across the resort, starting to make very slight adjustments to the system. Odds were that once the Federation shifted from a duotronic to biomenetic system that her changes would be rendered irrelevant, but she had to in good conscience attempt to warn them.

As a precaution, she would set it only to activate once the fated Borg attack had begun. It would be a futile gesture, she knew, to have the system warn the Federation of the whole attack, but she had to do this one thing, if she were to live with herself.]

[OOC: Seven's going to act shifty all port, but instead of Risan security stopping her, a Starfleet Officer from the future, Lieutenant Ducane is. If you want to be part of a thread that features him as well, just add Ducane to your thread title. Add finish if you want to be there when he finally convinces her to stop. Obviously, there's only going to be one of those.]

[When you fall asleep tonight, there is a chance you may end up here. A planet so old, yet so beautiful: The Caeliar homeworld.

The Buildings are tall and glimmering in the light, steel and glass, dramatically stretching up into the faintly amber sky, true skyscrapers.]

You are Annika.

[The voice speaks though you can't identify it. Man, woman, one or many? Where does it come from?

All you know is that you're in an empty plaza and there are walkways everywhere on every level, yet not a soul walks upon them.

In front of you, the plaza has a pool as a centrepiece and the plants and statues are twisted in shapes you don't quite recognise.

[The voice continues, more insistent as if expecting a response.]

You are Annika

[OOC: Open to anyone and if you'd like Seven to cameo in your dream, feel free to set up a scenario for her to experience!]

[Here in Iroh's tavern, Annie is well known for having a voice like a siren (no offence to those who might choose such an occupation) and sings semi regularly for the patrons. A few sets and then she sits down for a drink to refresh.]

[Magnus, in Seven's quarters looks a little anxious. He's been reading and is a little disturbed by her referring to herself as 'Seven of Nine'. So there's a lot of 'what have I done' in his face.] Eh... heh, hello. I'm Dr Magnus Hansen. I... am 'Seven of Nine's' father. I... can I speak with anyone who knows her? Assuming that there's anyone left here that does?

[Seven's looking like she's been pulled through a hedge backwards.] ...Those of you who have been... contained within the Environment... suggested that the building should not be used for shelter. They are... dark and you will be assaulted.