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Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
14 February 2020 @ 05:43 pm
How's my driving?

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Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
12 July 2010 @ 11:30 pm
[Apologies for the Kari spam. I finally have a few free days and I'm bustin' on the scene headfirst! Inara's post will be popping up tomorrow.

Meet Keenser. He was Scotty's little buddy when he was stationed (ABANDONED. OH GOD, SO ABANDONED.) on Delta Vega. Scotty has sisters and such that would probably be more appropriate, but I'd hate to fuck with canon stuff. Plus, I enjoy his pain.]

Not. One. Word.

Fix it, Admiral. Change it. Fix it fix it fix it fix it fix it fix it fix it!
Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
08 June 2010 @ 02:34 am
[Scotty's brow is furrowed as he sets his little communication device up in front of him. He pokes at something below the camera and it seems like the colors are sharper on the transmission. Additionally, the volume seems to be coming in clearer. He flashes a little awkward smile and looks down, scratching the back of his neck.]

I ah--

I like these ickle new devices, though I can't account fer any sort o' good calibrations on 'em. If anyone's needin' a bit o' a tune up, I don't blame yeh. Bring 'em on over to ah... ah...

[He stands up and out of the camera's view until it sounds like he's definitely hit his head on something. Flopping back in his chair while rubbing his head, he looks up begrudgingly at whatever off-camera menace he managed to catch himself on. He doesn't realize it yet, but there's definitely blood on the hand he's rubbing his head with.]

I'll have t'get my cabin number later, then! I have a lot o' apologizin' t'do fer leavin', so, there's that.

Welcome back t'the Barge, I s'pose.

[Grumbling, he switches off the video feed with his free hand.]
Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
21 April 2010 @ 04:29 pm
[Here's Scotty in all of his regal Starfleet glory. The cuffs on his uniform indicate the rank of Lieutenant Commander; this isn't Captain Scott in the house.]

Ladies an' gentlemen o' the Barge,

Montgomery Scott here. I've received a note from the Admiral issuing a go-ahead t'recruit for general engineering an' maintenance positions. With that in mind, I'll be takin' up the position of Chief Engineer/Maintainer if that's all squared with the general public. This opportunity is gonnae open up multiple opportunities for inmates to work: any interested wardens or inmates are free t'contact me about it.

Ideally, am lookin' for four (4) personnel t'assist me. Ideally. I don' have particularly high expectations, but would like t'ask the fresh wardens an' inmates t'consider this memo once pairings are announced.

I know it was discussed in our warden meetin' for Tony Foster t'head the janitorial an', in part, the maintenance aspect. Is this bit still somethin' ye'd like t'do, Foster?

My inmate, Mozenrath, is goin' t'be tending the pub five days a week for four hours under my supervision. I dunnae who's takin' charge o' the place since that blue lad left, but we ought t'sort that out. I spend a lot o' time there myself and it'd be crackin' t'know.

Unrelated, but can any o' you tell me what a flux capacitor is?
Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
30 March 2010 @ 04:52 am
Seems everyone's holdin' it together rather well, aye? Sound off if yeh don't think y'can take it anymore and we'll find yeh a medical professional t'talk to! On the Enterprise we always had a solid team t'help with mental inconsistency. Not that I ever had trouble with that sorta thing m'self. Simple man, simple problems.

Go on then -- how are the lot of you?

[Private to Mozenrath]

Gonnae need t'have that talk when you have a mo' about the CES. Today's the day. You got a few extra bonus days fer usin' the word 'please'. I was quite tickled at that.

[Private to the Admiral]

No more access to the CES for Mozenrath. Aye, not 'til I have a game plan for the attitude problem.
Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
The crisis isn't over with, but we're narrowin' down most of the data and results, it seems. Wish people wouldn't go about makin' announcements without the proper info, but it's all good and well. Aye, I believe we can move past this with a bit o' time.

If anyone needs anythin' from me outside of this, I'm less monopolized. Maintenance work, as usual, is always a go! Light bulbs and that lot.



Scotty was in the dining hall running a makeshift scanner he'd cannibalized over the walls to scrub it of any excess radiation. He'd made a second one for Leia when she arrived, as well as a few boxes to put samples in if she deemed it necessary. The ugly yellow hazmat suit was difficult to maneuver in, and Scotty wasn't even sure if it was guarding him from much of anything.

The work was hazardous, he knew, but his crew, nay, his friends would be put in jeopardy if he didn't apply himself here. He hated this kind of grunt work because he'd lived these forty-one years working hard, he had paid his dues in Starfleet, and even though Keenser had been his only crew for a while, he always had a team to manage. This brought him back to the old days, to being a wide0eyed Midshipman full of promise, so maybe it wasn't so bad. Nostalgia was good in times like these.
Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
16 March 2010 @ 11:52 am
[Scotty's comfortably kicking back on his desk, examining his nails.]

Such a shame we won't be able to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, what with the pub bein' closed and all of that.

[He takes a drink from his flask.]

The Micks'll just have to figure out some way to make it through. They're a hardy people, able to sustain themselves on potatoes and cheap vodka alone for centuries, and that's a fact. It's why they're all craggy-faced like a bunch o' sodding spuds.

Sorry, McCoy. Y'must really be hurtin' over this. I'm here to lend you an ear if y'need. Or whiskey. Scottish whiskey.

[He holds up his flask and the rest looks an awful lot like this. ;)]
Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
26 February 2010 @ 05:38 pm
Well, I think it's bloody brilliant, this thing we're doing. One hell of an experiment! Really makes me wish I had any interest in social sciences.

Don't suppose the Admiral needs any help repairing the facilities after this particular issue? Maybe I can help speed up the process, eh? So ah, I'm not sure how this thing works, but Admiral? If you need a hand in the engine room? My schedule's flexible! My hands are smaller, too, which I'd actually like to try out. Aye, I really think I could make a serious dent in whatever work needs to be done to put us back on.

[Private to Mozenrath]

Feel less menstrual, laddie? If you're feeling more menstrual we can take care of that! Martha's a really nice lass. She can show you the ropes.
Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott
24 February 2010 @ 01:17 am
Bit of a panic out and about, it seems! Don't suppose anyone has a use for a twenty-third century Chief Engineer, then? Otherwise I'll be happy to keep my head down and continue tinkering with some of these ah... Macintosh thingamajigs. Twenty-first technology has so many superfluous bits tacked on for no discernible reason that I can see. It's a bit perplexing.

I ought to mention that the library software's been updated a titch over the last few days. Been a bit antsy here and there and my hands began working on their own merit. Information's a bit more accessible, though cataloging everything for research efficiency's near impossible without some serious dedication. Aye, so we'll leave it as it is unless some generous warden would like to volunteer an inmate in need of a hands-on project.

[Private to Mozenrath]

I'd like that chat now, lad, since we're both stuck in our cabins for an extended period of time, eh? Unless the prerequisite's being in person. Don't suppose you miss my mug? Don't be shy if you do, now!

[Private to the crew of the Enterprise]

Everyone all right, then? Any scanners need repairing? PADD tune-ups? Phaser re-calibrations? Whikey testing?

You let me know, eh? Mind yourselves, too. Seems there's spooky alien threats rollin' about! Isn't this exciting? Just like home, really. Except the bit where I can't really get under the skirts of this lady like I can the Enterprise. [He sounds comically melancholy for that last bit. It's sincere, though!]