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I feel so bad for Madison in this scene. She's trying so hard! And that last thought... 😢
Wonderfully narration @Madison Marsh!
QuoteMadison picked up her water and sat down in a chair. She crossed her legs in what would be considered a feminine manner. However, this positioning of her new body did not feel comfortable. She had sat this way out of habit, but caught herself. Madison remembered that she was supposed to be acting. She immediately course corrected by positioning her legs back to where her feet were flat on the floor. In her mind she had pictured the way that men sat and put it on display for the women to take in. She had hoped that the group did not notice her slight mishap there. She then took a sip of her water and felt the cool liquid go down the back of her throat. This body felt a tad bit more worn down compared to her own and she had high hopes that she would get out of it as soon as possible. No offense to Dr. Wethern, but she understandably preferred her own body as she would be her medical degree that he felt the same way. It was such an odd and awkward situation as she sat there listening to her voice chat up Doctor Duran.oO I want this to be over. Oo- 5
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QuoteIt was true, they did not offer acting classes at the Academy. Nonetheless, they'd have to make due. But then again, maybe it wasn't a bad idea someone took an elective on Klingon Opera. But it was too bad she wasn't the one that had to do the dramatic presentation that Aine hoped would ward off any approachers.
Ok, now we HAVE to do a mission where we pretend to be a traveling acting troupe 😇
Love this bit of narration from @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock!
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Wonderful sim and very well written! Bravo @Vitor S. Silveira!
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QuoteOf course she was agitated, she wasn't in her own body. That would agitate anyone.
Absolute truth.
@Lt Aine Olive Sherlock laying down the trufax!
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A really wonderful read full of characterization and humor. Bravo @Ksivi-Sava!((Cardassian Embassy, Sannin VII))
Ksivi-Sava: ::slurring, absent-mindedly staring into the distance right above Sherlock’s head:: Very good, sir…
As he tried and mostly failed to steady himself, it seemed to Ksivi-Sava as if the shrill noise resolved into a sensation that wasn’t quite auditory in quality—in fact, something hardly sensory in nature at all. An impression of shifting engulfed him; impossibly strange, yet invoking the faintest idea of familiarity. As his vision faded, his subconscious mind clung to the sensation, scouring his memory for whatever previous brush with something as odd as that it might hold.
((Four years earlier, Family Quarters, SS Winter Refuge))
Only the barest touch upheld the bridge. Five fingers, soft and gentle points of contact in his face, were enough to facilitate a current of sense and sensation, mind and being itself. Peacefully—powerfully—impressions of his closest ones were crossing over to him, unravelling to him with each his mother’s words resonating in his head like echoes of her very essence…
T’Sal: ::placidly:: My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts.
It was the most familiar face and the least expressive one. While mother was staring back at Ksivi-Sava in her calm repose, all the glimpses of feelings behind that face flowed past him. There was the most unconditional love a sentient being could possibly bottle… the deepest worry for the well-being of another that nature had ever brought into being… The greatest sadness at farewell never shown… And so much more! A terrible burden of responsibility… a crushing doubt of the self… an unquenchable faith of the heart… A kaleidoscope of emotional intensity, occult to the casual onlooker, invisible to any stranger looking into those cool, expressionlessly loving eyes.
Any such stranger, if passing through the same veil of emotions, would have been utterly crushed by the sheer magnitude of the experience. But Ksivi-Sava was no stranger. He was a Vulcan’s son. Not only did his brain produce half a Vulcan’s emotional intensity—he had also experienced T’Sal’s tapestry of parental love before, and thought it a more than capable surrogate to the shallow expressiveness that so many others were condemned to grow up with.
It also passed quickly as T’Sal carried him on to what she had saved behind her own feelings: This particular mind-meld was to be his father’s going-away gift. Rercik Kava was squatting on a cushion beside them, observing the procedure with his jovial smile in the puffy, lush-green face and the reflections of candlelight in his bald dome. T’Sal had read and taken into her heart his boundless love, dearest farewell wishes and best hopes for Ksivi-Sava’s future, and in their purest and most genuine form. Rercik seemed at serene ease, knowing she would pass on his genuine feelings—in all the exalted intensity that only a parent could ever fathom, and in a clarity that so few had the privilege of ever conveying to their children!
They were dull. Some affection here, some optimism there, plus a good bit of half-baked scepticism about his son’s Starfleet plans. Of course, Ksivi-Sava knew that someone without Vulcan genes would never experience emotions in all their actual strength—in fact, he had experienced such proxy mind melds before. Yet, after passing through the peak of mother’s emotional boundary, it would always leave him surprised at how much less than impressive another one’s inside actually felt. His mind would always have to fight the temptation of disappointment, remind himself of the physiological limitations of non-Vulcan neurotransmitters whenever he felt that sensation of briefly stepping into father’s shoes. It was a brief moment of dull sadness that he knew he could quickly rise above easily enough, and it would pass quickly, but that one brief moment… That one moment of experiencing the depressing inner life of somebody else.
((Present, Cardassian Embassy, Sannin VII))
It didn’t pass this time. But, yes, of course, that’s what the sensation had reminded him of… Still reminded him of, in fact. It was the most peculiar and disorienting thing. It even seemed to Ksivi-Sava that he should be in a different place—in a spatial sense, in an emotional sense, in all the senses… And what was wrong with the colour of his skin? Ah, nothing, in fact. His skin was still grey, the problem was just that he was over there, and not around here. Somehow though, it didn’t terrify him nearly as much as it probably should have… As if he was feeling with father’s brain. But father didn’t have pink skin. Or breasts. He was also taller. On closer inspection, this was all very worrying indeed!
Willow (as Sherlock): Ouch…
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): oONot again!Oo First time?
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): oO Wh— What? oO Wh— What?
He even had a voice that sounded decidedly not like father… or himself, for that matter.
Aristren (as Taybrim): =/\= Commodore Taybrim to Lieutenants Sherlock, Tito, Trovek. =/\=
Egil (as Tito)/Trovek (as herself): =/\= Response
Aristren (as Taybrim): =/\= I require a one-word response. There was a noise. Did you hear it as well? And most important, are there any...effects...that you are experiencing? =/\=
Willow (as Sherlock): =/\= Hello? No?
Except there certainly were! Perhaps if the Lieutenant opened her eyes… What was happening?
Egil (as Tito)/Trovek (as herself): =/\= Response
Aristren (as Taybrim): =/\= I am fine. But Lieutenants Garev and Aristren are not feeling themselves. Please take appropriate action but....not a word of this. =/\=
Willow (as Sherlock): Quiet. Can do.
Egil (as Tito)/Trovek (as herself): =/\= Response
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Ok, everyone just keep calm.
Willow (as Sherlock): I am calm. ::Her voice sounded harsh, unlike her in tone::
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): I am unexpectedly calm indeed. Paradoxically, this is worrying.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): It'll be fine. All we have to do is find the transdimensional beings that live in brown dwarf stars and return them...that's it.
Willow (as Sherlock): The what in the what?
That sounded about right. On a hunch, Ksivi-Sava felt like touching his forehead. There was a thing there. Some part of him might already have expected to find it, but it felt strange nonetheless. He certainly seemed to have all the bits; there was no doubt about it; he was Willow. The what in the what indeed!
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): ::shaking Ksivi-Sava's head:: Nevermind. Look, like the Commodore oOWas it?Oo said, keep this quiet.
Willow (as Sherlock): I can be quiet.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::looking directly at Sherlock as Ksivi-Sava:: I believe, the obvious oddity aside, something might be wrong with Lt. Sherlock.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): What do you mean? I'm Sherlock. Who are you?
Willow (as Sherlock): ::Finally blinking open her eyes, Haukea found herself staring at both herself and Ksivi-Sava, which meant only one conclusion. She was in Sherlock’s body:: I am Haukea-Willow, a Risian in a Human body.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::squinting at the others:: That seems to make sense… well, actually, it doesn’t, but it does make sense in that I am Ksivi-Sava. oO No, it still doesn’t make sense. I should be absolutely terrified. oO
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Willow (as Sherlock): I am calm, I am not freaking out. But do you know how rare it is for Risian’s to experience negative emotions?
In spite of the knot on his brain still tightening up rather than loosening, this struck Ksivi-Sava as an interesting piece of the puzzle.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): That might actually be one of the reasons I feel unexpectedly… moderately alarmed. I you don’t mind my asking, sir… oO Who is it? Right, it’s the me. The Lt. is the me. oO ::looking at Sherlock as Ksivi-Sava:: Do you, by any chance, feel unexpectedly agitated? oO What a stupid question. oO I’m merely asking because I don’t. Well, not in the negative sense. There is some lingering urge to make sense of things by vocally—
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Willow (as Sherlock): I mean it’s possible, not unheard of. However, I’m definitely not used to it.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Willow (as Sherlock): I must be Haukea if I’m rambling. I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.
Ksivi-Sava firmly nodded a head that turned out unexpectedly full of blonde hair. Sherlock was right… yes, it was Sherlock in his body, this would take some getting used to—she was right. And with a distinct lack of uncomfortable awkwardness—or mortifying terror—provided by his brain, he seemed to be inclined to speak more of his mind than was appropriate. After all, there was no telling whether there might be some sort of active surveillance technology in the room. As inconspicuously as he could, he searched for where Willow had put the phaser, just in case. Then again, would he even be able to take proper aim? Use his reflexes? Even his… her… arms felt unexpectedly heavy, which wasn’t terribly surprising, considering the Risian probably didn’t have half-Vulcan muscle structure.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Willow (as Sherlock): Response==============Ensign Ksivi-SavaHelm OfficerStarbase 118 OpsO240007KS4==============
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Tito was surprised with his own voice. Did he always sounded like that, or was it because he was now in a Vulcan body? He shook his head as Nestira, in the form of Sal, looked at them.
It *never* sounds right when you hear your own voice speaking back to you, does it?
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DeBaclé: =/\= There are no such events scheduled for today. =/\=
appropriate name is appropriate >.>
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QuoteWethern: Considering your labs are set up for remote data feeds it would make the most sense. The Narandra does have a comprehensive sickbay.
oO From what I have read on the brochures Oo.
But they're such nice and fancy brochures... 😉
Seriously, great piece of narration to get into Corey's head @Corey Wethern!
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QuoteEnsign Corey Wethern - Four Doctors Walk Into a Lab.
Now I need a punchline! 😂
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I love this description, introducting an old character in a new way ❤️
Quote(Present Day)
The couple had worn him down. They sent intel, schematics, instructional manuals for the big boy equipment they looked to use. Oh man was it tantalizing. Rustyy couldn’t stop thinking about it there at the end.
At long last he was back. Somedays, it had felt like eons. Others he didn’t have much second thought. Except when it came to gatherings. He may not have noticed any outcast feelings. However, missed were those he knew from Ops. He had left his best friend Wynnie. Though not without many promises that he would be back and he would keep in touch.
Of course he did. Sometimes it was a few times a day, even to leave a message. Sometimes it was a week in between due to some all consuming task. A lot of times it was just messages. Their schedules were busy, away missions. Rustyy wasn’t exactly stationary either.
But that was all over!
He was home.
A little more gray - he had his dad to thank for the early gray genetics - little less curly haired.
The computer chirped once..
Twice.
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Thrice - fump! Rustyy woke, his feet flung off the console and the rest up him thrown into a full upright position. Eyes blurry and sleep filled open wide, yet saw nothing. If he had been attacked, that would have been it.
End of story,
No more Rustyy.
But fortunately there was more Rustyy!
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All the sass from this team! 👆love it!
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Have I told you how much I love to read inner monologues? I love inner monologues! They are so fun to read!
QuoteoO This is when you make the good first impression, Arake, this is when you make it, THIS IS WHEN- OoArake: Greetings. I am Ensign Sojtis Arake. I am a Science Officer specializing in sociology, anthropology, and archaeology. I believe my areas of expertise should at least be somewhat relevant to this mission, given this situation's similarities to other times where building materials were found out to be dangerous. I also want to know what material we are dealing with here.oO Good enough. Probably. OoReally fun narration @Sojtis Arake!
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2 hours ago, Nestira Aristren said:
Only on Ops do you get OOC trigger warnings like this @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock
((OOC: All opinions and feelings of scotch versus whiskey are PURELY IN CHARACTER. They do not reflect the opinions of the writer...as are other things.))We r very srs about DRAMA!!
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QuoteWethern wanted to put a hand out to have a tactile moment with the ship to brush the metal walls and make a connection.
I loved this imagery and could imagine the moment in my mind. Good narration @Corey Wethern!
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QuoteGarev: ::inclining his head slightly:: It is agreeable to meet you all.
Even if they were all far too caffeinated for his tastes.
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QuoteTripping through the doorway into the briefing room on the USS Narendra Haukea-Willow flailed her arms around wildly, stabilizing herself. Tito only smiled, leaning back in his chair. Though to Willow it appeared as a direct response to the conversation at hand rather than her clumsy footing, not that she would have minded either way.
The fact that this included a gif of the action literally made my day @Haukea-Willow!
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QuoteGarev: The pilot assigned to transport me here was…inefficient. Needless to say I will be filing a report.
Oh Garev, you're such a little ball of joy!
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QuoteKsivi-Sava: ::dryly:: Ensign Ksivi-Sava. Helm, sirs. oO Nailed it. oO
OMGz I am rolling with laughter on Ksivi-Sava's inner monologue! Love it!
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Both varieties of fauna were heavenly. They made her melt with their beauty. For one, the Iceland Poppy wafted with a slightly mild sweet floral aroma while the desert rose shown with a vibrance of color. Each providing a stunning elegance that she was reminisce to say she had yet to actually paint. Nor did she keep a pot of either in her quarters. Now Haukea was determined to remedy either or both.
Love this flower description from @Haukea-Willow!
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Tito: We have to make our own embarrassing moments.
Taisa chuckled and set down her fork so she could mimic Tito, chin resting upon her own hands. Smiling, her eyes narrowed playfully as she countered.
Ayala: Challenge accepted.I look forward to reading this challenge!
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Fantastic work everyone!
I always feel these are the most important awards we give out each year because these folks are the ones supporting their ship, their peers and the fleet!
awesome job Awards Committee and thank you!
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Amazing work everyone!
Special shout out to @Alora DeVeau who is the absolute best when it comes to interviews and news stories! And may I say that your journey @Azura Ada has been one of inspiration, and so much heart! You are a wonderful person to sim with and an incredible friend. Congratulations!
Awesome work everyone! So glad to see our rising stars keep rising and our Luminaries are shining brightly! Congrtulations!
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Amazing service from our staff members! Thank you all so much for all the time and effort you put into making our ships and our fleet run smoothly! Excellent work everyone!
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Fantastic work everyone! I am always so proud of all of our members acros the fleet bringing dynamic simming to your duty posts year after year!
A special shout out to @Haukea-Willow, a player who has been a part of StarBase 118 for several years now and who has continuously improved in her simming skills, finding a perfect place in Security to let her writing grow and develop. I am so proud of you Aly! Congratulations once again!
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Noooo, don't hurt @Rustyy_Hael!