Rebecca Iko

Did I reread this like five times and then wait all day before getting to my computer to put this on the appreciations thread? Perhaps. I was looking forward to Annamae's reaction to the end of my sim and at the very, very least I am not disappointed in the sheer chaos she has once again brought to the stage. Cue the adventure's of the Kitty Hawk's Science Crewman and her reaction to the aftermath of her girlfriend's adventures: ((Terminal A - New Year’s Day 2401 - 06:31 hours)) Annamae, still awake from the muted and polite New Year’s celebrations on board Ten Forward on the USS Kitty Hawk, ambled along Terminal A. Some people, both Starfleet and civilian, were just starting their shift in the terminal. Some people were waiting for a QSD ship that was arriving that morning. The crewman wore her replicated novelty Halloween headband with pride. Was it appropriate to wear them for New Year’s Eve? Absolutely not. But that was the point. oO Contrarian for the sake of being contrarian? Tick. Oo As she made her way up the stairs towards the train station platform, she felt her stomach rumble. It was time for breakfast. ((Table 6, Brew Continuum - 06:49 hours)) Barberra: I’ll have a... wait- Touching her nose, Annamae was still deciding between several options for breakfast. The Andorian waiter was becoming impatient. Waiter: Ma’am, I have three tables of New Year’s revellers waiting, maybe I can take their order first. Annamae looked up to observe one of the tables. They were wearing beach gear, and laughing. One of them was slapping their hand on the table. Barberra: No, it’s okay... they’ll look like they’ll take a while anyway. I’m doing you a favour. Waiter: ::Sarcastically:: Oh, yes. The morning of Terran New Year is turning out to be a *great* shift to have chosen. Just tell me what you want. Barberra: Okay! Geez! The nachos. Waiter: Nachos. For breakfast. Barberra: What. I love guacamole. In fact, scratch that – I just want a bowl of guacamole. Waiter: We don’t *offer* just a bowl of guacamole. Barberra: Why not? ::Shrug:: I’m a customer, right? ::Pointing at menu:: It says right here. “Extra Guacamole.” I’ll just have that. Waiter: No, that’s extra Guacamole *with* an order of nachos. You can’t order extra guacamole by itself. Barberra: Oh. Okay then. Waiter: ::Relieved Sigh: Okay. Barberra: ::Looking at menuPADD:: I’ll order the nachos with two extra serves of guacamole. Waiter: ::Tapping on order PADD:: Got it. Barberra: Without the nachos. The waiter’s antennae twirled as she once again regarded Annamae with slight contempt. Waiter: You have to have the nachos. Barberra: Just hold them. Waiter: No, I just said- Barberra: ::Deadpan:: Just don’t bring them out. How hard can it be. After an exasperated sigh, the waiter gave Annamae a congenial smile. Waiter: What a waste of credits. Happy Terran new year. She grabbed the menuPADD from Annamae’s hands, then turned back towards the counter area. Barberra: And put that on the Starfleet attaché account! Annamae didn’t know if that would still work, given her Starfleet liaison to the FDC role was long suspended while she was temporarily stationed on the Kitty Hawk... ((Bench, Merchant District – 09:35 hours)) The problem with working different shifts on the Kitty Hawk was that Annamae’s body couldn’t work out whether she was wired or tired. The time would come when she would crash in a heap, having worked half of Gamma shift, and then joined the countdown to midnight in Ten Forward. The artificial sunlight in the Habitat Ring made that adjustment even harder. It felt nice, and warm, and made the caramel chilli milkshake she was sipping even tastier for some reason. Annamae knew that Bec was in her apartment, the ship’s computer had told her so. She also knew that her girlfriend was probably recovering from a large night, having been told about their New Year’s celebrations in the Sub-tropical biome. Eventually she would let herself into Bec’s apartment to sleep when her body told her she was officially ready, then look forward to doing something with her likely hungover girlfriend that afternoon. But before then, there was someone she wanted to say “hello” to... And finally she saw the person walking toward the shop they owned. Annamae stood up from the bench, and made her way towards them. Barberra: You’re 5 minutes late. The Ferengi woman, owner of the “Backspace” fortune teller shop, slowly turned to face Annamae. Ninzo: ::demanding:: Who are you to tell me I’m late! Barberra: I’m your tenant, antique Terran satellite dish ears! Ninzo: ::Lifting finger:: You’re not, you sublet that room child, now I have to put up with C’lem Phan’ta’go continually asking if I can hear him! ::Pointing at ears:: Doesn’t he not know I’m Ferengi? The woman walked to the door of her shop, waving her hand over a scanner to open it. The door slid open with a “hiss”, allowing the pair to walk inside. ((Inside, Backspace Fortune Teller)) Barberra: I’ve come to renegotiate the rental amount. My profit from his subletting is not satisfactory. Ninzo: I’m not changing the rental amount. WE HAD AN AGREEMENT, CHILD! WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT HEADBAND! Barberra: I’M NOT YOUR CHILD, YOU OLD PSEUDO SCIENCE CON ARTIST, I’M YOUR TENANT! Ninzo: NOT AT THE MOMENT YOU’RE NOT, YOU’RE ON THAT USS CATTY BIRD OR WHATEVER IT’S CALLED! Barberra: I’M STILL TECHNICALLY - ::normal tone:: ooh, I like “Catty Bird” - ::resuming argument:: I’M STILL TECHNICALLY YOUR TENANT BUT I’M SUBLETTING TO CREWMAN PHAN’TA’GO SO IT’S STILL VALID FOR ME TO ASK FOR A REDUCTION IN THE RENT! Annamae took a long sip from her milkshake, while eyeing her landlord. Ninzo: ARE YOU TRYING TO INTIMIDATE ME?! RULE OF ACQUISITION SIXTEEN. “A DEAL IS A DEAL!” WHEN YOU COME BACK FROM YOUR HIGH AND MIGHTY EXPLORATION OF THE DELTA QUADRANT TO COME AND LIVE HERE AGAIN, WE CAN RENEGOTIATE. UNTIL THEN, LET ME READ YOUR PALM! The elder Ferengi woman reached out to grab Annamae’s hand, but the crewman smacked it away. Barberra: NO! RULE OF ACQUISITION SEVENTY-FIVE. “HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, BUT THE STARS ARE MADE OF LATINUM”. REDUCE MY RENT YOU OLD RUSTY BAT’LETH! Ninzo: RULE OF ACQUISITION TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN. “YOU CAN’T FREE A FISH FROM WATER!” Annamae furrowed her brow for a moment, before continuing the shouting match that they both loved and missed. Barberra: HOW DOES THAT RULE EVEN APPLY TO THESE NEGOTIATIONS?! Ninzo: WHO SAID WE WERE NEGOTIATING! Suddenly a voice came over speakers in the shop, quietly echoed by the source of the comms from the rented room that was a level above. Phan’ta’go: =/\= Hello, this is C’lem Phan’ta’go, can you hear me? You’re both talking at a level of around 10, the feeling here is that you need to bring it down to a 6, yeah? =/\= The two women looked towards the staircase. Ninzo/Barberra: ::simultaneously:: SHUT UP, PHAN’TA’GO! ((Iko Apartment, Marrakech District – 10:28 hours)) It had finally happened. Annamae could hardly keep her eyes open. She sat on the edge of Bec’s bed, tiredly taking off her Starfleet issue boots. While listening to Bec snoring. Very loudly. Barberra: Bec? No answer. No movement. At all. With a tired sigh, the crewman took off her combadge and threw it into her left boot, before laying down on the bed next to Bec... She listened to her girlfriend snore, as she fell asleep, on top of the sheets - still in her blue Science uniform. ((Annamae’s dreamscape)) Clowns. Clowns everywhere. She was surrounded by them. The carnival, the very same carnival that she, Kivik and tr'Khev had experienced when encountering the space borne goo that had traces of 8472 DNA, was on fire. People were screaming and running away. But the clowns, with their red eyes and ocular implants, who were slowly stepping towards her, all spoke in unison. Clowns: We are the clowns. We will add observations about your biological and technological distinctiveness to our long list of bad jokes, which will service us at kid’s parties. You will be humiliated. Barberra: Woah, creepy. I know I should be scared? But... this is kinda awesome. Suddenly, one of the clowns groaned, very loudly... right as the ground seemed to shift underneath her- ((16:23 — Iko Apartment, Marrakech district, Habitat Ring)) The crewman sat *bolt upright* in bed, sweating slightly from her vivid nightmare. Barberra: ::Quiet, awed tone:: Awesome... Slightly disappointed that the dream wasn’t real, she turned to see Bec Iko curling herself up in the sheets of the bed. Barberra: You’re hungover. Bec seemed to curl up under the covers even more. Iko: No I'm not. Annamae sniffed the air above Bec, Barberra: Oh yeah, you smell like you just drunk a keg of bloodwine. Definitely hungover. Iko: I'm not! Bec’s slid her leg out from under the sheets, to playfully kick Annamae. That was when Annamae noticed new ink on Bec’s ankle, her skin red underneath. Barberra: Woah. Cool. What is that? “One cup self-raising flour, 2 tablespoons cocoa powder, one tablespoon... ::screwing up nose:: antimatter waste?” Iko: Huh? Bec’s head came out from somewhere under the covers, to look at her own leg. There was a pause from Bec for a moment as she observed the new tattoo. Realising that Bec seemed to be surprised by it, Annamae let a wicked grin appear on her face. Iko: #$%@. And like a turtle, Bec withdrew under the sheets again. Annamae preened her hair while she spoke. Barberra: You used my cake recipe?! Annamae *jumped* on top of Bec, wrapping her arms around... whatever body parts were under the sheets and blankets. Barberra: Well now we can both be ready for a first contact! ((Flashback – “The Tusk” tattoo shop – Merchant District, Amity Outpost, Stardate 239908.01)) Annamae showed off her brand-new tattoo on her ankle. Barberra: It’s a pancake recipe. You never know when you might need it. Iovianus: I see… Iko: ::to Iovanius:: Agreed. The doubt in the security officers was obvious. She moved to justify her new ink. Barberra: Okay, but consider this. Let’s say, it’s a first contact situation. And you give them access to the Starfleet cultural database. But that doesn’t satisfy them, the new species want more. I just look down on my leg, whip up some pancakes, and ::clicking fingers:: bingo, new Federation member candidate. Iko: Orrr you could just remember the pancake recipe... ((End Flashback)) Barberra: ::Delighted tone:: Orrr, you could just remember *my* cake recipe? Ah ha, see I was right! Where are you under there?! It didn’t matter where she was, Annamae decided to playfully pin her half-Klingon girlfriend down on the bed for as long as she could! [End scene for Annamae] ========================================== Crewman Second Class Annamae Barberra Science Specialist USS Kitty Hawk V239511WU0

@Wil Ukinix is at it again with the Ukinix cousins' humourous dynamic. Love seeing these two interact. There was no one point in this sim that doesn't deserve a position on the appreciations thread.

"We're coming at you live from Camp Amity, somewhere in the Delta Quadrant, your home for the next six weeks it takes to get there. The officers sitting around you will be your roommates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. To survive, you'll have to battle space cows, Trenvonns, temporal reflections and each other! Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here right now..." - Your host, Bec Iko.

Another fantastic sim by @Robin Hopper from the start, too good to not include here. I wonder if @Nathan Richards feels the same way...

"Relax! I'm only play-fighting!"

Woo! Well done mate!

Welcome everybody!

Well done everybody!! ❤️

Bec opted for dress whites. After making some alterations to make it more comfy. And she tried doing her hair... It didn't behave.

I'll never forget the way her dress felt in my hands that day. Or any day. Granted, It wasn’t just my hands. You hug with more than just hands, obviously. She was such a beautiful person. She had the most beautiful handwriting, but was the most horrible artist, and when we first met she wanted to kill me. Kind of. She was a new XB. Scared. So very scared. And we went through the standard alphabet and linked each letter to a number. "Seven of Eighteen, Primary Adjunct of Trimatrix 5" became Grace. Oh she was such a sweetheart. We'd meet after school at the station, and this one time we walked the tracks till it got dark and had to have a shuttle come after us. We'd just been walking, talking, holding hands. Her hand was always cold. The other one was fine but this one had had stuff done to it. Cold and smooth. I never gave her shoulder hugs. She was too tall. We opted for side hugs around the waist. Those were really close too. And there was the time she decided to do art over the other graffiti at the station. "Beccy + Grace" enclosed in a lopsided heart and was like "Beccy Beccy look! I can do art!" She's always called me Beccy. I don't really know why. It happened one day, made me smike uncontrollably, and it stuck. And the time I snuck her in the one time my mother was out and we had the night of our lives for our 5th anniversary of dating. The exact things that happened that night I'd forgotten about the next morning. Too busy with a massive headache. Someone'd swapped out the synthesol. But I do remember having really annoyed siblings for a week too. And she was also kinda annoyed about the massive bite on her cheek… Oops. And the time I was admitted to medical after trying to protect her and lying on a biobed next to her and we just started laughing about the whole situation we were in. And when I ran away from home with her once, and then we got stuck in the rain that night and we ended up sleeping at our train station. And the time I had to carry her to her alcove because she was too tired to get there herself. She had such beautiful eyes. One was green, and one was the cyan color of starfleet regulation implants, and we would always joke that she could see my "extra beauty" with that one. And her hair, her hair was black and frizzy, but I learnt to plat it really well and then she'd wear braids all the time. I remember exactly how that felt too. How poofy it looked and how much hair was actually there. And the little round borg implant around her left eye that I would always trace with my hand, always followed by a kiss. And the time we went to this traditional earth ball thing and she wore the most beautiful black dress and beautiful eyeshadow and makeup which I had no idea she could even do while I showed up in a black leather jacket and black jeans with a white tee. But my favourite moments were when we'd be sitting at the train station and I'd rest my head on her shoulder, or she'd rest her head on mine and we'd watch the sun set and one of us would posdibly fall asleep. And the time we had the biggest hug, and I snuggled my head into her neck. And then I went to leave but I came back and held her hands, one cold, one warm and we just stood there for ages not wanting to let go. And I missed my ride to the academy and had to take the next one which would come the next day. That was the last time I saw her. She said she'd be going off to the Borg Reclamation Project. Helping people like I helped her. Sometimes I dream that she comes all the way out here just to sit with me. What if Fuzzy braided hair and an eye implant to be rested on my shoulder again… I loved her so much And I love her still. Except I don't know how to reach her or how to even tell her. I miss you Grace

@Wil Ukinix Gave us one of the perfect Wil & Kehanni moments. I was pointing out a bit I loved, then another bit I loved, then realised the whole thing was great. ((XO’s Office, Level 1, Copernicus Center)) After several months, the practice of throwing countless PADDs into the replicator had become more than just a therapeutic activity. It had become more than just an ad-hoc sport. It was now an *art-form*. Ukinix: Aaaaaaaannnnddd….. ::exhale:: The PADD was in Wil’s right hand. With death defying speed, he wrapped his right arm around his back, and then with a deft touch “frisbeed” the PADD from his left side, with his right hand, towards the replicator. Ukinix: ::quickly:: Recycle! Streaks of glistening light filled the replicator’s bay. They were gleefully waiting to recycle whatever landed in it. This time, it was a spinning PADD, and it got it all. Right in the middle. Ukinix: ::Fist pump:: Yyyyes! Rather pleased with himself, Wil lifted his hands in the air to celebrate his accomplishment, just as the door chime rang. Ukinix: ::Cheerily:: Come in! The door slid open, and with it came a wall of anger that filled Wil’s empathic senses like *ten* spinning PADDs making their way into a replicator. Keehani: ::Flatly:: Come with me, I need your help. Wil turned around to look at his second cousin, her hair up in a pony tail. Her face was pale, her jaw was clenched, and her black eyes were piercing. His second cousin was furious for some reason. Wil observed her for a moment. The last thing he wanted was to get involved in Keehani berating something or someone, so he instead reached over to his desk and picked up the stack of PADDs that were waiting to be artfully recycled. Ukinix: Sorry Keehani, would love to, but I have a stack of PADDwork to do. See? Keehani: ::Flatly:: I need you to profusely curse at someone for me. Ukinix: ::Quickly putting PADDs back on desk with a smile, excited tone:: Righto, lead the way! ((Glommer & Beagle – A few minutes later)) When they entered the pub, Wil smacked his hands together in delight. Ukinix: Cursing *and* beers? Keehani, you’ve made my day. Keehani ignored her cousin’s sudden joy and exhaustive cheek, and instead looked around at the various tables that were packed with patrons. It was like she was using her psionic senses to track down her prey. Keehani: Where is he… Ukinix: Where’s who? You know, in the time it’s taken to get up here while you were fuming you could have spent that energy explaining to me what we’re doing here- Keehani: There. There he is, by the Four. Wil followed after Keehani when she suddenly started clip-clopping in her shoes over towards a table. Over Keehani’s shoulder he saw the back of a red-haired woman… Ukinix: Evelyn! G’day! McLaren: Response … and after a few more steps his view of the table was unobstructed. Ukinix: Arty! Hey, how are ya! Summerside: Response Keehani by that stage had stood at the end of the table, her arms crossed, staring at Arthur. Undeterred, Wil ignored his second cousin and kept smiling. Ukinix: ::To Arty:: Oh mate, ::quick click of fingers:: I promised you a bourbon. ::Turning to bartender:: Hey, can we get two bourbons over here? On my account? Bartender: Coming right up, Commander! When the first Officer turned back to look at the others, all he could see were a pair of black Betazoid eyes that ripped through to his soul like a subspace tear. Initially scared out of his pants, he eventually shrugged innocently. Ukinix: ::Innocent tone:: What. Wait. Is this who you wanted me to swear at? ::To Arty, playful tone:: Hey ya #@#%#@ @$@@, you @#$@# want a @#$@$ bourbon? ‘Cos I sure as #@$@ do. ::Chuckle:: Ahhh… ::blink of eyes, looking at Keehani:: Why are we swearing at Arty? Did he write a bad article? Because let’s be honest, ::slight chuckle:: the expo and the rally didn’t exactly go smoothly. Keehani turned back to give Arthur the same stare she had just given Wil. Keehani: It depends if you consider yourself the First Officer of a paramilitary force. Or if you’re OK with private conversations being recorded from a distance. Ukinix: ::Furrowed eyebrow:: “Paramilitary”? Summerside: Response Keehani pressed a single finger down on the datapad that Arthur was holding, until the datapad slowly fell flat on the table with a “thunk”. On it was the Briori Sun logo, with the headline “The Blinding Light of Friendship”. Keehani: ::Angry tone, pointing at Arthur:: It’s got *your* name on it, Arthur. Yours! ::Finger on chest:: And mine. ::Finger pointed towards door:: And Rivi’s. *And*, it’s smeared Jansen Orrey, a *fine* diplomat and former Starfleet Officer, and taken him completely out of context. Is *this* how you want cooperation with us, hmm? ::shaking head:: Do you *really* expect the Diplomatic Corp to give you access to Ambassador Niarivi Vataix in the future after ::pressing finger on datapad:: *this*? The FNS at least understand the meaning of the word “ethics”. By the Four, when Paris sees this article, they’ll be strapping a Quantum Slip Drive to the Eiffel tower to get here as fast as they can. And not to “erase history”, Arthur, because our member worlds have histories they’d rather forget but they don’t, they wear it. “Ugly colours,” huh? ::pressing finger into table:: Well that’s better than black, Arthur, because that’s the only colour you’ll be getting from us from now on! Do you understand that? You…selfish… half-witted… messy-thinking, tribble farmer! Wil, curse at him! Wil’s jaw had already dropped in shock. A second later he realised that the bartender was standing next to him, also frozen in shock, with one clear glass of brown liquid in each of his hands. Bartender: ::meekly:: Uhh…two bourbons? There was a momentary pause before Wil grabbed one of the glasses and tipped its contents down his throat. After a small cough, he grabbed the second glass and downed that one too. Ukinix: ::To bartender, strained tone:: Two more. Summerside/McLaren: Responses Keehani: ::To Arthur:: And to think I got you into the new year’s eve party. Ukinix: ::clears throat:: If you’ll excuse me, I’m needed literally anywhere else- Without taking her angry black eyes off of Arthur, Keehani reach her hand out and forcefully squeezed Wil’s forearm, to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. Summerside/McLaren: Responses Tags/TBC!

Welcome new little ensigns!!

YouCut_20220301_094752760.mp4 J wanted to share it, not my best work however. (Twas rushed, ect.) And its a video so i could dial back the photo quality to fit :S

Congrats, now instead of being lil cadets, ur lil ensigns

Welcome to the fleet. I hope you have alotta fun with us