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@Kettick - or maybe both! 😂

Very true @Xiron and not just maintenance workers! 😂

Loved this from @Rustyy_Hael. Very sweet and it made me chuckle. 😆

Love the introspective narrative in this sim from @Drex0379. ((Hospital Deck 120, Lightside Station)) Thanks to the intervention of the Talarian doctor, the unexpected detention of the three Starfleet officers lasted only a few minutes. A few minutes enough to make it clear, at least to Drex, that the station's crew must not have thought very highly of the Federation or Starfleet, or at least that they were doing fine on their own and did not welcome their visits. As their guide led the way to a more private office, Drex decided to let the lieutenants do the talking. And he was glad when the conversation shifted from himself to the hospital's capabilities and the teams working there. Samar: We’ve got just enough to cover the needs of the station’s usual population, although the hospital staff are often short-handed during busier times. You know how it is. Raimor: I’m sure that it takes a lot of work to get that many scientists pulling in the same direction. Drex followed the three doctors keeping in the rear, a couple of steps behind them. He focused on the Talarian woman, wondering, in curiosity, how she managed to become the Chief Geneticist on the Spike. Was something she fought for herself or was her father who moved away from the tradition giving the daughter the opportunity to improve her condition and success? Either case, Drex was sure she would not be able to return to her homeworld and adapt back to the limitations her culture imposed on females. Vahin: Please lead the way. I must say, your facilities here are quite impressive. Samar simply shrugged and continued to lead the group down the corridors. Raimor: Hopefully, we will have everything that we need. Lost in his thoughts about Talarians, Drex was putting little attention to the talking, but he gazed at Raimor a little bit in confusion. Were they going to use the station facilities to work on the anti-toxin? They moved through the administration wing. There were a lot of staff about as usual, but they all seemed far to busy with their own concerns to pay them any attention. Vahin: I wasn’t expecting to find a geneticist here. I assumed this was just a hospital for treating the station’s population. Is a lot of research carried out on Lightside Station? Samar: You’d be surprised. Raimor: What are you working on right now, if you don’t mind me asking? It looks like your staff is quite busy at the moment. The unusual reaction to our arrival causes me to wonder… Drex slowed his pace and took a look at the medical staff. The place was not so different from any other hospital he had visited. Not that he had visited many, fortunately, just a couple back at home when he was a little bit older than a kid, and the one at the Academy, when Dag’Har ended up in the ER with a broken arm after one of his dummy bets. The Talarian doctor sighed and came to a stop. To Drex, she sounded quite unpleasant when she talked. Samar: I’m sorry, but that’s not something you need to know. This is an independent station, and my clients value their privacy. I’m sure you understand. Raimor: Of course. I don’t mean any offense, Doctor, just wanted to know if there is anything that could interfere with our work. Vahin: Response Clients. She did not say patients. Client was a strange word to indicate someone who needs medical attention. Clients sound more of someone paying for specific research. And she was a geneticist. Drex looked around, half hoping to spot something that would indicate the type of research and experiments were taking place. But there were no guinea pigs or screens with visible data to allow him any guesses. The station and the Talarians were not aligned with the Federation, the rules and ethics of the Federation did not apply here, and Drex could not exclude that the toxin that had arrived on Denali, and which they now feared would affect the Spike, had not actually been created here. Samar: I’ll be sure to let you know if there is. Samar stepped through the cleansing field that guarded the threshold to the Chief Medical Officers private laboratory, before pausing to make sure all the officers had followed her. Samar: This is the Chief Medical Officers private lab. ::pointing at a large partitioned off area:: His office is just over there. Vahin/ Raimor: Response Drex: I hope the Chief Medical Officer is waiting for us :: A slightly smile bond his lips :: oO I would like to avoid ending up in a cage again Oo Samar made a beeline for the office door. Samar: No. I’m afraid he passed away recently. Vahin/ Raimor: Response From the tone she used, it seemed to Drex that the CMO’s death was a sudden and unexpected event. Drex: Sorry to hear about it :: he murmured :: Arriving at the officer door she paused and bent down slightly to swipe her pass on the access panel. After a moment the door unlocked with a barely audible click before sliding open. Samar: ::stepping inside the office:: Food poisoning. He had an allergic reaction to something he purchased at the underground market. Drex: Forgive my curiosity, but what race was the doctor? Vahin/ Raimor: Response Samar lowered herself into the CMO’s chair and gestured that the Starfleet officers were also welcome to sit. Samar: You’d need to speak to station security about that, but I'd recommend you only eat things that have come from a replicator. Now, what is it you want to discuss? Drex waited for the others to sit before getting a chair for himself. He was there to listen and give advice if required. As far as he could see, the hospital was state of the art, but it hadn't been the cure for a man's allergy. And the staff did not want to talk about that. Drex: Maybe we should alert the Commodore about the dangers of the market, what do you think? :: He asked to both the medical officers :: Vahin/ Raimor: Response Drex: I’ll send a message. The Denobulan officer picked up his PADD and typed a short message about the food and the replicator. He sent it to Commander DeVeau, as she was his immediate superior officer. Vahin/ Raimor/ Samar: Response Drex recalled the notes on his PADD. He knew them by heart, but the way the doctors presented the facts to Samar gave him a new perspective, and Samar's answers also gave him something new to think about. Vahin/ Raimor/ Samar: Response Drex: It's not something to underestimate. We have no certainties, but the most probable hypothesis is that the next attempt is here. Vahin/ Raimor/ Samar: Response TAG/TBC ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14

The ten points are yours @Alex Forsyth! 😅

Loving @Araxxu Vahin’s portrayal of Tridiatt Ken (A.K.A. Mr. Fox.) ((Interrogation Room, Federation Penal Ship Hobart)) For a moment Tridiatt Ken was lost in the past. He saw ships bursting in the skies above Caradassia. He saw the bolts from his phase-disrupter killing his enemies. He saw those he loved die beside him. Ton: Of course, we all served. I did what I had to. Fox: I remember those days well. Nothing could stand in our way. We almost had you. ::he sighs:: And then we lost it all. Ton: Lost is probably the key word there. Times change, and you can remain lost in the past - or help yourself. Fox: ::he looks down:: Perhaps I’m getting too old for this. ::he looks up and into Ton’s eyes:: From one old solider to another. Sweeten the deal, and perhaps I can help you out. Ton: Are you aware that some of the cells on this ship have windows? He sat up straighter as Ton spoke and realised he had let himself drift too far into the past. That damn Trill was right. Those days were over and mattered little to the issue at hand. For good or bad he was Mr. Fox now and he needed to ignore the past and make the present better. Fox: A view would be nice. What size are they? Ton: Approximately 50 centimeters by 50 centimeters. He looked down at the offered PADD and took in the schematics. It was always good to have a better idea of what the cage you lived in was like. He tried his best to memorize the schematics in the short time he was able to look at them. One never knew when that kind of information would come in handy. Fox: That is quite an upgrade…for a cage. And how does one go about getting a nicer cage? Ton: I convince the Warden you are not a threat to the order of his ship. Fox: And I suppose I prove this by giving you names? Ton: Response He shook his head and laughed. Mr Fox: Well it is not the first time I was a traitor. Though turning against the Dominion did have a certain chivalry that this act lacks. Yet, I’m sure my new associates would turn against me if they were in my place. oO Which they’re not, because they weren’t foolish enough to get captured.Oo And to be honest he cared very little about those he had hired to smuggle the toxin off of Denali. Dangling them in front of the Federation in order to improve his own situation didn’t bother him much. What did bother him was the target it might paint on his back if his associates knew it was him who had betrayed them. Mr Fox: ::sigh:: What do you need from me? Ton: Response Mr Fox: ::chuckles:: Is that all? You don’t want my first born as well? Ton: Response TAG, TBC <><><><><><><><><><><> Mr Fox as simmed by Lt Jg Araxxu Vahin Medical Denali Station D240006AV3

Elite sim-titling here from @Corey Wethern. 😂👌🏻

Meant to post this a few days ago. Another brilliant shore leave scene between @Vitor S. Silveira and @Sal Taybrim. ((StarBase 118, Promenade, Donut Worry )) Tito had ended up in, of all places, in a donut shop. To his surprise, considering how early in the early morning it was, Sal joined him. Tito told him about his recent visit to Sil and how it was affecting him. Tito leaned back. He tipped his head, as he avoided Sal's eyes. Besides the guilt and the fear, now he was also ashamed. Tito: I feel… Guilty. I mean, my life isn't perfect but… Even if we are a quadrant apart my relationship with Taisa is strong. I miss Arys, and Egil, but I am getting along much better with others… ::he smirked looking back at Sal:: At least that's what it feels like. I am on a department a little clear from the action and the field I always loved since I was a kid… He paused, opening his arms, shrugging. Tito: My life got back on track. Why did Sil's have to take that down turn? I couldn't… I didn't even tell him about Taisa. It felt wrong after what he's been through. Sal leaned forward. Taybrim: Your good fortune doesn’t mean Sil’s ill fortune. There is enough good fortune in the universe for everyone, especially the both of you. And I would emphasize that you are part of Sil’s good fortune, despite his bad times. You were there for him and came through for him. As for why? I ask that of the universe myself. And I don’t have an answer on why the universe is cruel. Only that it’s not your fault. Or my fault. Or Sil’s fault. It just exists and we have to endure it. Tito nodded. Sal proved himself again. Not only was he a caring friend and CO, he was also wise and pondered. He smiled, leaning forward, taking his half eaten donut in his fingers. Tito: However, in all this I came to realise something. I have a very scientific approach to donuts now. Taybrim: Oh? Do tell. Tito: Donuts are simple. Just cake around a hole. Sal smiled. Taybrim: I think that’s a philosophical approach rather than a scientific one. Tito frowned even if he was still smiling. Tito: Really? In Human Classical culture Philosophy was considered the Science of Sciences. But do you think my observation can be extrapolated in such a matter? Taybrim: The philosophy of donuts? Hm. I suppose we could find some truth in that. Tito: That is one of the goals of philosophy, but go on. Sal raised his doughnut, as if he was observing it. Tito was curious to see what would be his reply. He took a bit from his own donut as he listened to Sal. Taybrim: Alright, here’s mine. I think the smooth frosted donuts are fine, but the imperfect ones, the rough ones are all the more delicious for their texture. Tito finished chewing and nodded. Tito: Now that to me is a scientific observation. Although, like my observation, it can have a deeper meaning. Taybrim: Aright, what’s yours? Tito raised an eyebrow and tipped his head. Tito: Mine? I don’t think I can make a correct dissertation. Sal leaned forward with a soft smile. Taybrim: I don’t think there’s any right or wrong answers in philosophy. Just an attempt to reach some sort of realization that helps you move forward with your day. Tito: I might have to make a revelation first. Taybrim: Response Tito leaned back, making himself more comfortable. Curiously speaking with Sal was making him move forward from his early feelings. Nothing like metaphorically picking donuts, in the earliest hours of the day, with the Sun barely on the horizon, to smooth the emotions that troubled him. Tito: I don’t even like donuts. But to give it a try, I think the most important part of the donut is the most overlooked. Taybrim: Response Tito pointed to Sal’s donut, since his was almost all gone. Tito: The hole. There resides the key to the true nature. Because if it isn’t there the donut is just another pastry. It’s what gives its identity and what gives it… Lets say, meaning. Taybrim: Response Tito opened his arms. This wasn’t certainly his field, nor a theme he ever particularly wondered about. But Sal was easy to talk to, and as they kept on the conversation became more interesting. Tito: I hope you don’t think it's an ambiguous answer, but to me that hole means nothing. ::Tito smiled as he took a longer pause before finishing.:: And everything. It permits us to think, and consider, over what is and is not. In a practical, scientific observation, it’s like matter and antimatter. Taybrim: Response TAG/TBC Lt. Vitor R.S.Tito Science Officer Starbase 118 O238907VS0

This is so true from @Evan Ross. I’ve picked up a few over the years, myself. 😂

Fully intended. 😉😆

Wonderful sim. Congrats @Gila Sadar, I’m so proud! 🥹😆

So many great shore leave scenes happening on Ops at the moment, but as a fan of the Film Noir genre, this one between @Evan Ross and @Corey Wethern has especially got me hooked! ((Holosuite - Flamingo Club)) Thick, heavy drops of water dripping from every roof and canopy - the weather was incredibly atmospheric. Perfectly fitting for a noir crime story. But the thing with rain was also this: it crept under your collar and made you shiver, no matter if holo or real. Ross shrugged and buried his chin deeply into his collar while listening to Corey's plan. Maybe it wasn't too bad after all to live on a station with artificial weather. He regretted not taking a hat. Wethern: Hmm maybe I can cause a distraction let you do a little bit of digging with the high class clientele. Ross: Remember tonight's the night. All the big names from town are in for the annual Poker. If her husband is really such a gambler, he wouldn't miss this for sure. Wethern: You think he has just skipped the broad to win his hand at cards? Ross: All I'm saying is - if he doesn't show, something's wrong. But maybe his wife's just overly worried and we'll meet him at the big table. Wethern: I don't know, she seemed pretty sure. Anyway slick lets go inside, this rain is making me more slippery than a Ferengi. Ross chuckled and shook his head at that remark - and then decided to stay in character. Ross: You're speaking in riddles, my friend. Corey approached the door as the bouncer nodded obviously recognising Ross. Bouncer: You here to lose more money Ross? Ross: ::grimacing:: You bet. I see you more than my wife these days. The bouncer laughed and Corey slipped some cash in his pocket as he dutifully opened the red velvet rope. The Down Under Club greeted them with the usual smokey air - the sombre voice from the lonely singer lulled them into a perfume fuelled trance and Ross immediately took a deep breath as if he was about to drown. Wethern: ::to a waitress:: Scotch neat please, and make it a double. ::Turning back to Ross:: What now slick? We are in your world. Ross: ::gazing through the room:: You should keep your head down. Once they take you for a cop they will think you're patrolling or something. Maybe stay at the bar, keep an eye on the ladies. He winked, but was only half-joking - at the other side of the counter, two younger women were sitting and sticking their heads together. No matter how bored they looked - he was sure they knew exactly what was going on in the room. Wethern: ? Ross: Please try to stay low, pal. Wethern: ? Ross tipped his head, straightened his wet hair and turned towards one of the smaller Poker tables, by now buzzing with excitement. ((Short Timeskip)) A little while later he was deep into a round of Poker, his hand not looking particularly good - but he wasn't here for the game anyways, or at least he tried to tell himself that. Next to him sat a sturdy man with a moustache that didn't seem much happier. Ross: No luck? Grisham: Eh. Bleeding. Bet those cards are rigged anyways. Ross: You think so? Grisham: Club isn't the same anymore. Can't trust these crooks nowadays. Ross sank back into his chair, waving lightly in order to call the bet. He was almost out of his self-set limits. Always the same. Ross: A lot of trouble lately, I hear. Haven't seen Horace in a while. Grisham: Ha! ::chuffing:: Horace, you say? Ross: Heard anything? Grisham: You haven't? Big trouble. With them guys from the backdoors. Wait - ::narrowing his eyes:: You're not with the cops, are ya, son? Ross: Come on. He chuckled, but it was time to end this conversation. He was on thin ice already - and his chips were nearly gone. The ante was way too high - in various ways. He slid a few chips over the table towards his new friend, pocketing what was left, and turned to return to Corey at the bar. Ross: So? What do you make of this? Wethern: ? Ensign Evan Ross Intelligence Officer StarBase 118 Ops O240009ER2

And that’s why we love this game!

I was just about to post this. Love this description of @Oddas Aria by @Kettick. 😂

Yes! Love this reference to easily the best episode of DS9 from @Haukea-Willow 😉😄

I love that @Haukea-Willow has gotten a kid out of this mission! 😄

Well done, all! Looking forward to seeing you around the fleet.

This sim title from @Haukea-Willow made me chuckle. 😂

A lovely sim from Denali's resident Denobulan - @Drex0379 ((Bajor Capital, Some Hotel, Drex’s room)) Drex sat on the bench in the small balcony of the room he had rented in the capital. It had been a chaotic few days and this was the first time he had been able to relax alone. It was a sunny late afternoon. Some birds were flying high in the sky, heading for their nest in the nearby woods. The square was crowded, people chatting around a bar table and a few children running around, chasing each other in a happy game. The shadows grew longer, evening was now falling. The place became deserted, and where cheerful shouts had been heard a few minutes earlier, there was now only silence. Only a couple sat on the border of the central fountain. They held each other's hands, their heads touching as they spoke softly to each other. Now and then a smile lit up one or the other or both their faces. The light of the dying sun dyed the air an orange-pink. The colors suddenly became more vivid in the Denobulan's eyes. Drex wondered the content of the talking of the two, but he was too distant to hear or to interpret the movement of their lips. How old could they be? How old was he the last time he held a hand that same way? It was a long time ago. Her name was Trella. She was the half-sister of the cousin of the nephew of his math teacher. Drex smiled at the memories. He could not say that she was beautiful, but she had a strong personality, and she had the happiest laugh he had ever heard. Ayra had mocked him for weeks, only stopping when she herself had fallen in love with the man who was later to become his first husband. And in a few weeks, she was going to get married again. oO You should call her. You know she is waiting for your call Oo Drex: I definitely should. :: he answered himself :: The square was deserted and the night was taking over the day. Drex stood up and went inside. He stopped by the desk and took a look at the video terminal. oO The more you wait the worst it get Oo With a deep breath he slided the chair backward and let himself drop on it. Drex: I can’t imagine how it can worse… :: he mumbled tapping on the device and started the call :: The face of a black hair Denobulan woman appeared on the screen. A thin bracelet with colored thread inserts on her left wrist caught Drex’s attention. He smiled for a second. She was still wearing it. It was a little damaged by age and the lighter colors had gone grey, but it definitely was the present he made her for her tenth birthday. Her greeting was not warm at all, so the delight lasted only the blink of an eye. Ayra: It was about time, Drex! :: she scolded him immediately :: were you waiting to receive your nephew’s first picture? Drex: Are you pregnant?!? :: he asked a little bit too loud with incredulity :: The woman narrowed her eyes and lifted her right hand waving it in front of the screen. Drex could have sworn he heard the unspoken insult loud and clear. Ayra: No, but as far as you know, I could and you haven’t called in weeks! oO Is that another insult, isn’t? Oo That was true, and five or six good reasons came to his mind. Drex: You could call… It was an useless try he knew and she interrupted him in mid-sentence Ayra: Don’t you dare, Drex! You’re the one who left. And that was definitely true. Drex: Are we going to discuss the whole call? :: he gave her a slight smile :: You know better than to accuse me. Ayra took a deep breath and nodded Ayra: Yes, better than you, that’s for sure. :: She tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her left ear. :: Where are you now? Her voice took on a sweeter tone and so did her gaze. No matter what, they were siblings and twins and they were very fond of each other. No matter what Drex had done or what Ayra had said, they could not be apart from each other for more than a certain amount of time. Drex: Bajor. oO We are on shore leave. Oo Ayra: Oh… I understood from mom you were assigned to a starbase, did not think it was Deep Space 9. Drex: I’m not assigned here :: He denied with a movement of his head :: And Denali Station is not a Starbase. It’s a settlement on an artificial world. Well it’s more like tons of worlds put together :: he used his hands to better describe the idea :: it’s a huge ring rotating around a star. But it was abandoned long ago and we have to explore it all now. Ayra: Sounds interesting :: she smiled :: I see it from your face you like it. Drex nodded. Drex: Yes, I do :: he returned the smile :: you know I do not like ships that much. I’ve been lucky with my first assignment. And the XO and the first science officer were both trainer officers at my finals. Ayra: Which of the two is the one who failed you? :: she chuckled:: Drex: Aehm... the XO, but he did not fail me… I was not in his team actually. Ayra: Yeah yeah, as long as you believe it… :: she grinned:: So, when are you coming home? Drex: I don’t know. And before you ask, I probably won't make it to your next wedding. Ayra: DREX!!!! NT / TBC ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14 --

This is such an excellent point from @ZVahme and one I hadn't really given any thought to, until now. 🤔

This whole scene has been tickling me, but this line from @Vitor S. Silveira particularly cracked me up. 🤣

Flattery will get you everywhere @Samira Neathler 😉😂

This exchange between @Alex Forsyth and @Kettick - 🤣

Just a lovely sim from Denali's Ensign Z'Vahme. 🙂❤️ (( Z’Vahme’s temporary quarters, Deep Space Nine )) The most luxurious things are usually the most simple. Z’Vahme felt this to be especially true this evening. He was lounging on pillows cushioning him from the floor, with his back propped up against the couch. The coffee table beside him had been made into a buffet, with appetizers and desserts from a dozen different cultures. Laying across the couch was one Tommy Uemura. He was clad in loungewear and smelled faintly of cinnamon and tobacco. One hand was draped across Z’Vahme’s chest, the other held a PADD that he read Wharton aloud from. Uemura: “I want - I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -categories like that- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter.” Try as he might, the feelings that the words conjured in Z’Vahme’s mind would no longer be repressed. A flood of emotions carried him away, tears spilling down his face unbidden and unwanted, but there nonetheless. It was like that sometimes. The weight of holding his emotions back, allowing only a little to trickle out here and there. But occasionally a purge had to happen. Those feelings had to be allowed a moment of freedom. And as they washed over the Vulcan’s heart and mind, just for a moment it felt as if they might drown him entirely. Tommy was at his side in an instant, pulling Z’Vahme to his chest. The Vulcan focused on the slow cadence of Tommy’s pulse, using the sound to drown out all the anxiety and fear that he had faced in the last few weeks. The worry of being parted, even for a cause as worthy as Starfleet, had taken more of a toll on Z’Vahme than he had let on. After a few moments, he found the strength to raise his head and speak. Z’Vahme: I’m so sorry… Tommy cupped his chin and directed it until they locked eyes. His expression was somehow both stern and filled with love. Uemura: Don’t you apologize to me. Not for this. The whole universe sees your mask. The brilliant, shy, beautiful Vulcan who just wants to help make life better for everyone. But I’m the only one who gets to see behind the mask. And what’s lurking underneath isn’t the horrible monster you imagine. He’s even more beautiful, because he’s real. In that moment more than any other, Z’Vahme knew that he had found his mate. Tommy understood his character perfectly, despite Z’Vahme knowing he couldn’t fully articulate his feelings. He loved him not in spite of his flaws, but because they made him who he was. He kissed Tommy before getting to his feet and walking to the washroom to dab cold water on his face. His hands were still a bit shaky, but he felt better. Strong enough to do what he knew was best. He reached into his toiletry bag and grabbed a rectangular box. Returning to the couch, he sat facing the human with a strange expression on his face. Z’Vahme: Do you have any plans for tomorrow, my love? Tommy eyed him curiously, trying to gauge his mood. Just for that moment, Z’Vahme made sure he was unreadable. Uemura: Nothing too pressing…. Why? The Vulcan pulled the box out of his robe pocket, opening it slowly and methodically as he spoke. Z’Vahme: If you’re not terribly busy, I was wondering if you’d have time to marry me? Relieved of its lid, the box revealed a thin bracelet made from Pentharian silver and Vissian turquoise. The two materials were woven together into a flat bangle, and inscribed on top was the word “Beloved” in the scrolling, elegant font of Golic Vulcan. Z’Vahme: Were I less in love with you, I could speak about it more readily. But…you remain everything to me. I made this months ago and have been struggling in vain to come up with the perfect scenario to give it to you. The Vulcan finally looked up, his eyes locking with Tommy’s. It was the human’s turn to break, but he did so with much more grace and acceptance than Z’Vahme. Tommy wiped at his cheek with his palm and then nodded in a comically over-animated way. Uemura: Uh…yeah, I guess I could clear up my schedule… Both men broke out into embarrassed laughter. They shared a kiss before speaking again. Uemura: I feel like I’ve been bamboozled. I thought I was getting the big, tough Vulcan who could protect me from everything. You’re just as big of a sap as I am! How are the pair of us supposed to exchange vows? The Vulcan in question broke out into more laughter. Z’Vahme: Bamboozled, eh? Perhaps you should call the High Command and tell them your Vulcan is defective. Maybe you can get a refund. Tommy wiggled his brows, a roguish look on his face Uemura: Or a replacement model. You know I’m partial to emotionally unavailable men with… The rest of his clever quip was silenced by another kiss. There would be a lifetime of opportunities for Tommy to tease his Vulcan. And that lifetime would start tomorrow. ——— Ensign Z’Vahme Science Officer Denali Station D240011Z12

@Karen Stendhal has such an incredible knack for describing...well, pretty much everything, but especially hot drinks! The touch of the actual recipe at the end of the sim on this one was just *chef's kiss*. ((Starbase 118 Ops - Main Sickbay)) Stendhal: What else I can do for you Doctor? Marsh: I would love to try a coffee that is native to Betazed to keep me focused while I heal my patient Head Nurse Stendhal. Do you think you can handle that for me? Karen Stendhal considered Madison's request with a thoughtful expression as she approached the replicator in the bustling sickbay. A slight smile played on her lips as she envisioned creating a coffee that would not only meet Madison's request but also surpass her expectations. Stendhal: Computer, replicate a Zentharian Focus Betazoid Coffee. As the replicator hummed to life, Karen's mind focused on the intricacies of the blend she was about to create. She pondered the nuances of each ingredient, recalling the unique properties of Betazed Blue Beans and the telepathic mint leaves that would infuse the brew with their refreshing essence. The hum of the replicator intensified, and Karen couldn't help but add a touch more Telepathic Mint Leaves, contemplating the potential synergies with Madison's empathic abilities. A subtle adjustment of the Lunar Spice Essence followed, as Karen imagined the warmth it would bring to Madison's senses during those critical moments of patient care. Stendhal: Computer, a dash of extra Harmonizing Honey, please. Her fingers danced over the replicator interface, ensuring that the harmonizing properties of the honey would create a soothing backdrop to Madison's demanding duties. Karen couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as the aromatic brew materialized before her. She also replicated a special Betazoid ceramic cup designed to enhance the sensory experience. With the finished Zentharian Focus Betazoid Coffee in hand, Karen turned to Madison, a glint of pride in her eyes. Stendhal: Here you go, Doctor Marsh. A Zentharian Focus Brew, specially crafted to keep you sharp and focused during your healing endeavors. May it bring you the clarity and tranquility of Betazed. She offered the cup to Madison with a knowing smile, curious to see how the unique blend would be received by the dedicated doctor. Marsh: Oh and please have dinner ready when I arrive at your quarters later. Karen shrugged with a touch of her natural innocence, nodding and smiling broadly, taking it quite literally. On Betazed, this reaction would be considered normal, given their forthright honesty, as they could read each other's minds and feelings. So she caught Madison's playful wink and couldn't help but smile. The camaraderie between them was always a source of joy for Karen, and she appreciated the lighthearted moments they shared. As Madison mentioned their upcoming dinner plans, Karen's thoughts turned to the delightful evening they were about to spend together. Of course, Wethern, Nijil, and Hopper would also be invited. They are welcome to join if they would like to. Stendhal: Of course, Madison. I'll make sure dinner is ready and waiting for you. She responded with a warm assurance, her mind already considering the menu and the ingredients she would need. Karen appreciated these moments of connection with Madison, and the prospect of a shared meal only added to the anticipation. As the exchange continued, Karen was careful to match Madison's playful tone, knowing that their banter was a cherished aspect of their friendship. Stendhal: Anything specific you're in the mood for, or shall I surprise you? Marsh: ? As Madison approached the final burn, Karen couldn't help but admire her colleague's skill and dedication. Marsh: One more burn to repair, and then I will draw up a post-op treatment plan for our patient. Karen's response was measured, acknowledging the critical phase they were entering. She considered the intricate details of the post-operative treatment plan, envisioning the comprehensive care that would follow to ensure the patient's continued recovery. Stendhal: These plasma burns don't seem typical. Is there something suspicious about them, or am I mistaken? Marsh: ? Stendhal: Do you need more coffee or something else to help with the patient? ::She quickly checked Nijii's whereabouts; it would be better if he didn't overhear this.:: Just don't ask me to sing please, it would kill the patient. She smiled. Marsh: ? Stendhal: Here is the Zentharian coffee recipe! Karen handed Madison a pad with the coffee recipe: Zentharian Focus Coffee Recipe. Ingredients: Betazed Blue Beans: These coffee beans are native to Betazed and are known for their unique blue hue. They are carefully cultivated in the rich soil of Betazed and are said to have natural properties that promote mental clarity. Telepathic Mint Leaves: Sourced from a special mint plant on Betazed that is believed to enhance telepathic abilities. The mint leaves add a refreshing and uplifting flavor to the coffee while providing a subtle mental boost. Harmonizing Honey: Collected from the native Betazoid honeybee, this honey is infused with the essence of Betazed flowers known for their calming and harmonizing effects on the mind. Lunar Spice Essence: A touch of this spice, harvested during the full moon on Betazed, adds a hint of warmth and stimulates cognitive functions. Preparation: Grind the Betazed Blue Beans to a medium coarseness. Brew the coffee using a traditional Betazoid coffee press, allowing the rich flavors to meld. Add a pinch of Telepathic Mint Leaves to the coffee, stirring gently to release their essence. Sweeten the brew with a teaspoon of Harmonizing Honey, adjusting to taste. Finish by infusing a few drops of Lunar Spice Essence for an extra layer of complexity. Serving Suggestion: Serve the Zentharian Focus Brew in a special Betazoid ceramic cup designed to enhance the sensory experience. Marsh: ? TAGS/TBC -- ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0 =================================