Mirra Ezo

((Jona ch'Ranni's Quarters, Deck 20, USS Columbia)) :: Jona entered his quarters and sat heavily on his bunk. The hours he had been awake were starting to catch up to him. His apprehension at the counseling session with Lieutenant Commander Jolara had long since passed. It was probably healthy to get some of his issues out in the open. And the pleasant conversations with Mandak and Duyzer at the Look Outt had done a lot to lift his spirits.:: ch'Ranni: oO Guess it doesn't hurt to make new friends. Oo :: His antennae twitched as he thought back to the message th

Congratulations to everyone!!! I am truly honored to write with such amazing people. I adore you all ❤

Congratulations everyone!!! So well deserved ❤

Party Time! 🎉

Tula: Prophets no! ::She shook her head in disgust.:: First of all, gross. Second, you aren't going to be making things "weird" for anyone in this state and third, and most importantly, you're sleeping on the couch!

Or not. How about not?

No way this is ending well....

Drunk Tyler does not need a sword...ever...

And after several drinks, "HEEEYY YOOOUUU!!!" will be acceptable.

Tyler: Squee on the inside, Bad A on the outside.

::Grabs popcorn for the impending drama::

Better than the runner up named "The Deadly Peeptoe Pumps"

Yes, Dr. Fuzzypants will see you now, for snuggles.

RIP career of Captain Hairgel