Scudder

Welcome, Jason! Looking forward to meeting Santeen on the Darwin.

Hi Robert! Myself, I only wanted the Vulcan ears. If you haven't yet, check out the Species Guild for ideas and discussions with fellow Vulcan fans! Welcome aboard! -Mark

Thank you both! The example was especially helpful.

Hi all! I received the first training email just now - tutorial 1, "Into the unknown" - and I'm not sure how to reply. I have a few questions: When my character is tagged, do I quote the entire sim, and insert my character's bits where they belong? What does a Cadet's signature look like, as we don't have an assignment yet? (Sorry if these are answered elsewhere, I did poke around quite a bit. )

Thanks! The shared post was Sal Taybrim's article on metagaming.

Hello everyone! I'm Mark. The pup is Schroeder. We live in Philly where I work for a bunch of nonprofits. I grew up watching TNG when it originally aired and I had a good experience simming with a Yahoo Group ages ago so I'm excited to be getting Trekky. I actually discovered this group while looking for Dungeons & Dragons games. A semi-promising D&D group shared a Facebook post from SB118's page - and here I am! After spending a lot of time going nowhere with unorganized D&D games, the quality of the community you seem to have here makes it easy to switch genres. I'm also encouraged seeing an LGBTQ alliance here! Looking forward to gaming with you all.

Paul frowned. In his rush to be early for the transport's departure he'd forgotten arrival would be two hours before briefing. The base was brimming with tiring activity, he observed. He quickly fell into step - and, he hoped, anonymity - with the endless motion of persons. He missed India's crowds. India never 'brimmed', he thought. It thronged. It crawled, swarmed. Starfleet, instead, has this practiced, antiseptic, exuberant ... brimming. After four years at the Academy, he felt too old for this. Yet Paul Scudder was clearly only a fresh from the Academy twenty-something Terran. It was true that Paul's dark hair combined with his pointed ears misled some - the ears a vestige of Vulcan blood two generations back - but Paul's perpetually pensive expression was so easily a sad pensive that one could dismiss the ears. Paul Scudder was a moody human. As Paul found himself making eye contact with fast-passing officers - and maybe other cadets? - he reminded himself he may see these faces again in training. Or even on assignment. He forced a smile and made his way to the commercial district where he was sure he could find a bar to hole-up in.