Artinus Serinus

Other: All of the above.

@Regan Wilde continuing the pet point of view trend that we've started on the Arrow, in a surprising and artful fashion. Now on with the show! ((USS Arrow - Deck 4; Regan’s Quarters)) Trevor - the pink fluffy therapy tribble - sat on Regan’s lap. He cooed and fussed as Regan began stroking him absentmindedly as he read the paper copy of The Three Musketeers he’d borrowed from Commander Collins. Trevor: oO At last I am in a position of power. My brethren of the glorious Tribble Empire, soon our plan will come to fruition. For centuries we have strategically

@Randal Shayne No cuddles. Only rage! Also, A little background for everyone not on the Arrow, we're doing roommates, due to ongoing repairs.

I chose Lower Decks, because it would be amusing for me, and hilariously frustrating for my character!

OOC: Here's a real tear jerker by @Chloe Waters A study on the effects of battle from the perspective of a confused and frightened pet/service animal. Enjoy. IC: ((Chloe's Quarters, Deck 3 -- U.S.S Arrow)) Snore. Snore. Snore. Mandy lay there, curled up on Chloe's resting surface. Her head lay on that soft rectangular thing Chloe seemed to rest her own head on, enjoying the scent of her owner being so close. Chloe wasn't here, so this was the closest she could get to her human. Her paws were curled against her body while the canine slept, perfectly cont

Great to revisit both Jona and the good old Sagittarius Reach. Thanks for posting this!

As your frontline supervisor. . .

@Regan Wilde and @Maxwell Traenor are great, yeah.

((Atlas Base - Main Gathering Hall)) The crew were gathering around the food table, but things soon were awry when a drunken crewman ended up embarrassing himself. Regan was not particularly amused and was going to escort him to the brig to cool off. No one else seemed to interject, until Commander Traenor approached sympathetically. Wilde: I'll take him up to the ship. He can either sleep it off in the brig, or I'll leave him in your care if you wish, Doc? Traenor: I'd rather take care of him myself, if you don't mind, Mr Wilde. He doesn't need to spend any more time in

((Main Hall - Atlas Base)) There was a small gaggle of officers in the corner near the food tables, and there was a prone person they were surrounding. Some extrasensory feeling washed over Maxwell Traenor, leading him to an overwhelming sense of concern. As he strode up to the group and saw the prone individual, his heart fell. He could smell the waves of alcohol vapors and bile emanating off the man, and felt both understanding and responsibility. It was a blessing of the fates that the others around likely hadn't recognized the individual yet. Wilde: I'll take him up

((Atlas Base - Main Gathering Hall)) Having finished embarrassing himself at karaoke, Regan actually felt really good. He didn't realise how much steam he needed to let off, and anyway what's the harm in having a little fun. The crew were mixing well, and Regan noticed R'Ariel dancing a little during his song. He got down from his stage, well - table, and returned to the little group of junior officers. Sival/Nakada/R'Ariel/Caden/Waters: Response Wilde: Ha! Well, we Wilde's don't do anything by half... Responses Wilde: Although the Captain was

Congratulations to all the winners. So proud to see so many familiar faces both oocly, and people that Artinus has had the pleasure of simming with. Not everyday you see your first in character friend on the same list as your first rival (From a totally different ship) Cheers to you all!

Congratulations to all of you. Thank you every one, for your hard work keeping this community going!

Congratulations to you all! Keep on Trekkin.

Congratulations to everyone, and thanks to those who have offered me kind words.