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Gogigobo Fairhug

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  1. Who else wants to have tea with Lt. Stendhal?! πŸ˜…πŸ€šπŸ»
  2. I'm also a sucker for some good old-fashioned backstory, like this from @Korras. πŸ™‚πŸ‘πŸ» ((Outside FO’s Office, Deck 7, Command Center, Starbase 118 Ops)) His meeting with commander fairhug over, Korras decided his next stop would be the medical center. After all, it was on his way to his new quarters, and he was fairly close to the medical center right now already, relatively speaking. Of course, on a station this size, any distance that was less than the size of a small city was considered close. As he walked to the nearest turbolift, he spent some time thinking. Mere days before, he was waiting for his final exam to begin, in this very station. At that time, he was still a Cadet. Now, he was one of the freshest ensigns in the station. The small amount of personal belongings he had he had already packed, not expecting to be assigned to the same station he had spent the last couple of months in. Either way, it made the move into his own living space all that more simple. For now, this would be home. A small pang of melancholy. He knew he would probably never see his real home anymore. Nor did he expect to ever see his family again. He shook his head. Years ago, he had made the choice to take the blame for something not of his doing, but by doing so had prevented his family from being unjustly branded a traitorous family. While in the epic sagas, most klingons would have fought tooth and nail against such things, no matter the cost, the truth of the matter was far different on the backwater planets. There, there were no great houses with fabled histories. There, while honor was still considered a virtue, there was much more of a grey area. There, the one claim to fame his homeworld, Kerret'raa, had was that Kahless had once visited it. There was a shrine to him, and some from Qo'nos visited there occasionally, which led to a slight amount of trade, but otherwise, most of the planet was as backwater as it could be in this time and age. There was no unlimited energy to replicate everything they would want. Not everything was as bright as it was on a Starfleet starship. They had learned to make do with what they had for the most part. He did what he had to do for his family to make it through. Maybe that was what had made him a decent hand on the freighter that had hired him in. If it had not been for a pirate attack, he probably would have made a life for himself in space. Instead, fate had taken him to the federation, and eventually into Starfleet. His arrival at the turbolift station shook him from his reverie. He stepped in with the others waiting, and gave his destination. Korras: main entrance, medical station. While in the lift, he decided to look forward as opposed to backward. He had made it this far, and he would be successful at it. First things first, to see the doctor. ((brief timeskip, to deck 505, Medical lobby)) Korras walked in, and headed to the nearest nurse station. Once it was his turn, he spoke up. Korras: Hello. I’ve been newly assigned to the station, and have been instructed to schedule a visit with doctor Shar'Wyn Foster to go over my medical record. When does he have time for this? Nurse: Response ***** Ensign Korras Ops Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240010K12
  3. I'm a sucker for a "slice of life" sim and here's one I particularly enjoyed from @Vitor S. Silveira. πŸ™‚πŸ‘πŸ» ((Starbase118, Habitat Ring, Tito’s apartment)) Tito swept slowly the brush, in a meticulous sequenced gesture finishing the miniature outer wall. In an unusual change of theme he had decided to start a new project, stalling the other two he already began. Instead of the more bellicose minis he usually painted, or the ones belonging to the board game he already replicated, he decided for something more… Simple. Truth be told it had a deeper meaning, perhaps it was his way to avoid the new Counselor. All things considered the future looked… Difficult. Too many things had changed. But he had found that he wasn't so easily dropping down as before. There was something that, despite the loneliness, still kept him moving forward. And more importantly, safe, comfortable. That was why he began this new model. It was a little bigger than he was used to. The base was 70 by 50 cm. The house itself was 40 by 30 in width and length, being 50 cm tall. It was a Terran country house, two floors high with red roof, and filled with details both inside and out. He dropped the brush down looking at the several pieces he had worked on. Tito smiled and he tipped the tiny rocking chair, making it swing slightly. He raised his head and looked around his place. The thought made him smile. β€œHis” place. So for once Sil was right when he gave him his former place. It was becoming his home. Tito stretched and slowly stood up. Looking at the outside view he chose to take a little break. Cleaning up the brushes, but keeping his paraphernalia on the dinner table he decided to go for a run, and headed to the bedroom to change. ((Timeskip, about an hour later)) ((Starbase118, Little Risa)) Tito walked alongside the beach line. With full jogging gear, t-shirt, trunks and trainers, he adjusted the little backpack filled with water bottles and small energy bars. He recalled the first time he was there before sharing a meal with Commander DeVeau, Alora. She had also moved and although they had clashed a bit, he still had a good impression of her. A family with a little toddler passed by him. He kept walking. Unlike before he wasn’t troubled by it. Tito frowned before smiling. That was new. And pleasant. Still smiling he started quickening his pace, until it turned into proper jogging. No TAGs/TBC Lt. Vitor R.S.Tito Science Officer Starbase 118 O238907VS0
  4. This exchange between @Evan Ross and @Corey Wethern made me chuckle. πŸ˜‚
  5. This is such a great line from @Rustyy_Hael's PNPC Nijil. πŸ‘πŸ»
  6. @Alora DeVeau thank you! This may be my favourite opening line to a sim ever! πŸ€£πŸ‘πŸ»
  7. There were so many quotes from this that I wanted to post, so in the end, I decided to post the whole sim! ((Little Risa - Near Beach - Starbase 118)) Being aboard Starbase 118 once more, walking through those large man-made spaces, the people, the wonders, the lights, the fragrances, and the perfumes all flooded her senses. The sounds, conversations, and whispers echoed near and far. This sensory and empathic stimulation suddenly overwhelmed her with a cascade of emotions. All those people at once, and the telepathic shouting, it was something she wasn't accustomed to anymore. She almost laughed, almost cried, letting herself fully immerse in it once more. She deeply appreciated it, absorbing it with her entire being. Wow! How beautiful! Karen was happy. She strolled through the bustling commercial sector of the starbase, weaving in and out of numerous shops, each offering its own unique allure. Amid her exploration, she came upon a charming cafΓ© adorned with a profusion of vibrant flowersβ€”an enchanting spot that, in all likelihood, hadn't even existed three years ago. After some time, she reached her intended destination: Little Risa. Her desire was simpleβ€”to relax and take a leisurely walk along the tranquil beach. She was attired in a lovely and casual, yet vividly colorful dress, perfectly suited for the vibrant ambiance of Risa. It resembled a pareo, with its pink fabric adorned by graceful white wavy stripes. Completing her look was a broad, feminine straw hat and heart-shaped sunglasses, which added a touch of eccentricityβ€”much like her own charming personality. Beneath her colorful dress, she sported an equally stylish bikini, perfectly complementing her figure. It was adorned in the same delightful colors, accentuating her beach-ready look. Who knew? She might just decide to take a refreshing dip in the water later on. As she wandered aimlessly, she suddenly sensed the presence of a familiar and friendly Betazoid mind, none other than the remarkable Sal Taybrim. A warm smile graced her lips, and her heart swelled with delight at the unexpected encounter. Taybrim: Counselor Stendhal? Stendhal: In the flash and bones, Captain... oh wait, is it Commodore now, isn't it? Congratulations on the promotion! She smiled, she smiled a lot! Taybrim: By the rings, it’s been ages! And you’re back here on StarBase 118! Stendhal: It's definitely been a while! I'm absolutely thrilled to see you again, Commodore Sal. You know that, don't you? Taybrim: Come. I’d like you to meet the amazing Haukea-Willow. Willow, meet Counselor Karen Stendhal. She felt an empathic tickle, a connection that went beyond words. She first looked at Sal, then her gaze shifted to Haukea, and in their presence, she sensed an empathic embrace of friendship enveloping her. What beautiful souls they were, and how fortunate she felt to be in their company. With a broad smile, she offered a graceful bow, genuinely delighted to meet and get acquainted with Haukea. It was evident that Haukea exuded a captivating beauty. Her presence was marked by both a lively, effervescent spark coupled with a profound, discerning and intelligent gaze. Karen immediately felt at ease in her presence, experiencing a strange sense of dΓ©jΓ  vu, as if they had crossed paths before in some other time or place. Stendhal: Nice to meet you both, and please, especially in a place like this, just call me Karen. She said warmly and with a friendly demeanor. Karen couldn't help but appreciate the pleasant atmosphere and the genuine connection she was forming with Sal and Haukea. Willow/Taybrim: ? Stendhal: Oh I have to tell you that this is one of the best place in the Galaxy where to be in service... And of course one of the reasons is the Crew and the awesome commanding chain. Willow/Taybrim: ? Stendhal: Oh, I must share with you that this is truly one of the finest places in the entire Galaxy to serve. Of course, one of the reasons for that is the exceptional crew and the awesome chain of command. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Willow/Taybrim: ? Stendhal: Commodore Sal would a hug be too out of place? Rustyy's had his share, and when it comes to my hug list, you and Foster are high on it. She spoke theatrically, her hand tracing an imaginary list in the air. ~*~ tags/tbc ~*~ -- ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0
  8. Lower Decks, eat your heart out! Just remember @Corey Wethern, Gogi is an ex-Marine, so good luck! πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜‚ ((Deck 10 - Cargo Bay 46 - Starbase 118)) The slightly cluttered cargo bay sat on deck 10 amongst a number just like it on the station. However the stark metallic walls and large docking doors were countered by a range of comfortable number of chairs and sofas amongst some desks and tool benches by a semi built old type-6 shuttlecraft. Amongst the makeshift area was a hot-wired replicator as well as a dart board and several other games set up. Stranger still was the unofficial gathering of newly joined ensigns huddled around the space, drinks in hand. There was a clatter of different colour uniforms within the crowd each with a glass containing a fluid of some form some dark hues of a colour and others bright green and blues. Wethern: I guess this is the inaugural opening of the unofficial Ensign's club, everyone got a charged glass that wants one? Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey looked around at the rag tag group of Ensigns that had gathered all of them had transferred onto 118 at roughly the same time and probably provided a good cross section to the departments that were across the station. He sat himself down on one of the shuttles partially assembled nacelles and poured another measure from the bottle of earth whisky that sat atop the engine just next to the precision hyper-spanner. oO I probably shouldn't be sitting here considering Zel mentioned the amount of radiation that bleeds off this thing when its online Oo Wethern: I was actually speaking to one of the Ensigns who came into sickbay the other day and apparently there is a tradition on 118 of station bingo, where new Ensigns complete a number of tasks which aren't....how can I say...on Starfleet's approved list of activities and without it coming to the attention of some of the more senior crew. Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey waited to see some of the side conversations die down a little as this revelation piqued some of the slightly more mischievous of the crew before pulling out a PADD. Wethern: I also managed to get them to provide me the current list, which I have to say includes some pretty wild things. I mean who has ever heard of zero G bowling on the hull, putting a call out for the Operations Officer to Operations on the comm system and my personal favourite....sitting in the Commodore's chair in the command centre. The best thing is it is also tradition for each new intake of Ensigns to add a task to the list once they have successfully completed the current list. Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey looked around and the spark of defiance ignited with the whisky that was flowing through him, or maybe it was the radiation from the plasma intermix reactor. Wethern: I don't know about you all but I'm going to see how many of that list I can work through during this shore leave. Anyone else up for a little bit of rule bending? Even better anyone up for some healthy competition? Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey raised his glass. Wethern: Excellent then I propose a toast to the newest cohort of Ensigns of Starbase 118 Ops. TAGS/TBC -- Ensign Corey Wethern Medical Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240007CW4
  9. Please can we see a "gagh sammich" in the not too distant future, @Evan Ross? πŸ˜‚
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