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  <title>Charles "Trip" Tucker III</title>
  <subtitle>Commander and Chief Engineer of the NX-01 Enterprise</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Charles "Trip" Tucker III</name>
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  <updated>2013-05-14T04:36:39Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:3398</id>
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    <title>keepurshirtonlt @ 2013-04-03T01:50:00</title>
    <published>2013-04-03T06:10:41Z</published>
    <updated>2013-04-03T06:10:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Best friend bonding involving a campfire, alcohol and half serious Truth or Dare. That turns more serious then either Starfleet Officer intended.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://keepurshirtonlt.dreamwidth.org/3398.html#cutid1"&gt;Hey Jon....Truth or Dare.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=3398" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:3310</id>
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    <title>keepurshirtonlt @ 2013-04-03T01:43:00</title>
    <published>2013-04-03T05:49:07Z</published>
    <updated>2013-05-14T04:36:39Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Between Halloween and the arrival of a certain Starfleet captain, Trip and Freddie drink away island antics and disappearances. And drinking leads to a more physical release.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://keepurshirtonlt.dreamwidth.org/3310.html#cutid1"&gt;I was just being honest.  I was going to bring up the come-on a little later, if you still seemed up for it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=3310" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:2207</id>
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    <title>For Phoebe</title>
    <published>2012-12-10T08:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2012-12-10T08:39:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">After consulting two of the people whose opinions mattered most to him on the island (Jon and Kate), Trip finally decided to take the plunge. It still took him about half a day to work up the nerve but here he was, heading down the streets of New York to ask Phoebe Halliwell out on a date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he hadn't gone the full suit route that Caffrey had used to floor Kate, Trip had looked for a nice bouquet of flowers to bring with him. The vendor had had the perfect thing: colorful sub-tropical flowers that reminded him of home. Just holding them was calming in a way and gave him courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least until he got to the door of her apartment building. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths...then reminded himself that he wasn't in high school and he was being ridiculous. He pushed the buzzer and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=2207" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:2018</id>
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    <title>For Anatoly</title>
    <published>2012-09-17T20:56:18Z</published>
    <updated>2012-09-17T20:56:18Z</updated>
    <category term="fear plot"/>
    <category term="anatoly"/>
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    <content type="html">The visions were getting worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions, that’s what Trip had to keep telling himself they were. The Xindi were not on Tabula Rasa. They were not on Earth, even this odd pocket of realty. Other people were experiencing the same thing, well, not seeing aliens but seeing other things. He just had to keep reminding himself that it wasn’t just him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was getting harder by the day. At first it had just been the Aquatics. Then the Primates and Humanoids.  But lately, he’d started getting glimpses of Reptilian and Insectoid Xindi, the two more war like races that Enterprise had not been able to negotiate with.  They had been set to destroy Earth and humankind no matter what, even after it was discovered that it would make no difference in the fate of the Xindi in the schemes of the Spherebuilders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee. That’s what Trip needed. Coffee. Well, really he felt alcohol wouldn’t go amiss but it was a little too early in the day for it. Though, if these &lt;i&gt;visions&lt;/i&gt; kept getting worse…he might rethink the whole proper time of day thing. As it was, the nightmares had already returned so sleep was a precious commodity.  And so…coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip entered the rec room and went right for the coffee pot, glad that someone had already made a pot. He didn’t think his nerves could handle waiting at the moment.  And the first sip was met with a sigh of relief as his nerves were soothed for a few moments at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least until he turned around. There, sitting at the table, was Degra. The Xindi who had built the weapon that had attacked Earth and killed his sister.  The rational part of Trip’s brain (that sounded like Jon) was telling him that Degra had been killed by the Xindi for helping Enterprise after he had a change of heart about his weapon…but Trip wasn’t listening to that part of his brain. Alls he could do was stare at the creature that had caused him so much torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, I should be surprised to see you here…but I’m not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=2018" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:1585</id>
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    <title>Fear Plot Planning Post</title>
    <published>2012-07-01T04:45:34Z</published>
    <updated>2012-07-01T04:45:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Starting a bit late but even with my life being crazy, it took me a while to decide and commit to one pup. But I've finally decided to abuse poor Trip with fear plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to start small, with him swearing he's seeing Xindi on the island. The Xindi are a race of aliens that wanted to destroy Earth in &lt;i&gt;Enterprise's&lt;/i&gt; third season. They attacked Earth with a super weapon that cut a path through parts of South America and Florida, notably destroying Trip's home town and killing his sister, Elizabeth. The Xindi have five subspecies: Aquatic, Humanoid, Ape, Insect and Reptile. The Aquatics stayed mostly neutral, the Humanoid and Ape eventually work with Enterprise to stop the destruction of Earth and the Insect and Reptile were the most gung oh on killing all humans. It was up to Enterprise to stop them and basically started a year of hell for the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's going to start with him thinking he's seeing Aquatic Xindi on the island. Then it will step up to Humanoids and Apes, then finally Insects and Reptiles. I'm thinking of stepping it up through the month of July and August. Then in September, it will be Xindi ships and the Xindi Superweapon in the sky. Finally, in October, he will be reliving battles with the Xindi, complete with dead crew mates, especially Archer, T'Pol and Malcolm, and visions of his dead sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important thing about all of this is that sometime between August and September, this is going to cause his nightmares to return. After his sister was killed, Trip started to have revenge and grief fueled nightmares that caused him to be unable to sleep. So, he will probably start to become a bit irritable and crabby in general throughout September. Also, for anyone who normally 'sleeps over' this is a good thing to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will (hopefully) culminate with Trip having almost a complete break down on Halloween, followed by the arrival on the island of one Malcolm Reed, if Sarah can app him by then. This isn't set in stone but it is the hopeful conclusion. This will probably change but right now, there's what it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First EP, with him seeing the Aquatic Xindi will go up on Mon/Tues (July 2/3) and I'd love to set up some Private Threads as well, especially when the nightmares start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=1585" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:1318</id>
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    <title>NYE Continued for Trixa</title>
    <published>2012-02-02T01:43:22Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-02T01:43:22Z</updated>
    <category term="trixa"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Continued from &lt;a href="http://the-blank-slate.dreamwidth.org/11827.html?thread=3118131#cmt3118131"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If he pressed, she wouldn't say know. Elevators were certainly places for bad decisions... or good decisions as the case might be. Trixa had no illusion about what she was looking for tonight and as such she leaned back against the elevator wall and ran a finger down the edge of his jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suits you. The southern gentleman in Victorian garb."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip was unable to stop himself from looking down, following her finger. "Ya think? The clothes have been giving me a hell of time. Stuffier then my ole' uniform, that's for sure." Then he lightly ran a hand down her hip. "I shoulda done the ignoring it route, like it you. Not that ya wouldn't have stood out in the crowd tonight anyway..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=1318" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:1185</id>
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    <title>AU for Molokov (oh dear god)</title>
    <published>2012-02-02T01:32:06Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-02T01:32:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Trip loved the beach. He loved living on the beach. If he couldn't be on Enterprise or live in Florida, this wasn't a horrible substitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the best parts was the ability to go for a morning swim in the ocean. Jon may have missed swimming in a pool for water polo but Trip didn't believe there was anything better then swimming against the waves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he'd swum up an appetite and reluctantly waded out of the ocean to wrangle up from breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=1185" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158378:1005</id>
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    <title>The best friend's best friend</title>
    <published>2012-01-23T02:56:18Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-23T02:56:18Z</updated>
    <category term="porthos"/>
    <category term="lily"/>
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    <content type="html">Lazy mornings was one thing Trip did like about the island. While he missed Enterprise, her crew and her engine (he was the Chief Engineer and he'd helped design her, he loved that engine like she was a person) something awful but it was nice to be free of those responsibilities for a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had good reason to be lazy as he'd been wore out last night by the woman laying beside him. That was another thing he liked about the island: people sure were &lt;i&gt;friendly&lt;/i&gt;. Granted, Trip did care about Lily as a dear friend but he was glad they could still have a little &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt; now and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip was dozing comfortably, not bothering to open his eyes just yet and get rid of the warm, content feeling. A weight settled on his chest, and he was still sleepy enough to think it was Lily so he just grumbled at how sharp her nails were but didn't open his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the tongue that started licking his face that finally got Trip to open his eyes and he had to stare in sleepy confusion for a few moments before he figured out what was going on. Then, all else forgotten, he sat up quickly with a large grin. "Porthos! What are ya doin' here buddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=keepurshirtonlt&amp;ditemid=1005" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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