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Rebecca Iko

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Rebecca Iko last won the day on June 11 2022

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About Rebecca Iko

  • Birthday August 23

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    anithecellist
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    Victoria, Australia
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    She/Whatever
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    Drama, Film production, Math, and All the nerdy stuff.

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  1. @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.
  2. "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.
  3. Another fantastic sim by @Robin Hopper from the start, too good to not include here. I wonder if @Nathan Richards feels the same way...
  4. Bec opted for dress whites. After making some alterations to make it more comfy. And she tried doing her hair... It didn't behave.
  5. 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
  6. @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!
  7. 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
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