Gogigobo Fairhug

So relatable @Sal Taybrim 😂

Lower Decks, eat your heart out! Just remember @Corey Wethern, Gogi is an ex-Marine, so good luck! 😈😂 ((Deck 10 - Cargo Bay 46 - Starbase 118)) The slightly cluttered cargo bay sat on deck 10 amongst a number just like it on the station. However the stark metallic walls and large docking doors were countered by a range of comfortable number of chairs and sofas amongst some desks and tool benches by a semi built old type-6 shuttlecraft. Amongst the makeshift area was a hot-wired replicator as well as a dart board and several other games set up. Stranger still was the unofficial gathering of newly joined ensigns huddled around the space, drinks in hand. There was a clatter of different colour uniforms within the crowd each with a glass containing a fluid of some form some dark hues of a colour and others bright green and blues. Wethern: I guess this is the inaugural opening of the unofficial Ensign's club, everyone got a charged glass that wants one? Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey looked around at the rag tag group of Ensigns that had gathered all of them had transferred onto 118 at roughly the same time and probably provided a good cross section to the departments that were across the station. He sat himself down on one of the shuttles partially assembled nacelles and poured another measure from the bottle of earth whisky that sat atop the engine just next to the precision hyper-spanner. oO I probably shouldn't be sitting here considering Zel mentioned the amount of radiation that bleeds off this thing when its online Oo Wethern: I was actually speaking to one of the Ensigns who came into sickbay the other day and apparently there is a tradition on 118 of station bingo, where new Ensigns complete a number of tasks which aren't....how can I say...on Starfleet's approved list of activities and without it coming to the attention of some of the more senior crew. Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey waited to see some of the side conversations die down a little as this revelation piqued some of the slightly more mischievous of the crew before pulling out a PADD. Wethern: I also managed to get them to provide me the current list, which I have to say includes some pretty wild things. I mean who has ever heard of zero G bowling on the hull, putting a call out for the Operations Officer to Operations on the comm system and my personal favourite....sitting in the Commodore's chair in the command centre. The best thing is it is also tradition for each new intake of Ensigns to add a task to the list once they have successfully completed the current list. Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey looked around and the spark of defiance ignited with the whisky that was flowing through him, or maybe it was the radiation from the plasma intermix reactor. Wethern: I don't know about you all but I'm going to see how many of that list I can work through during this shore leave. Anyone else up for a little bit of rule bending? Even better anyone up for some healthy competition? Willow/Ksivi-Sava/Marsh/Ross: Response Corey raised his glass. Wethern: Excellent then I propose a toast to the newest cohort of Ensigns of Starbase 118 Ops. TAGS/TBC -- Ensign Corey Wethern Medical Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240007CW4

@Madison Marsh "just another day in Starfleet", eh? 😂

@Rustyy_Hael is making me hungry! 😩😂

Please can we see a "gagh sammich" in the not too distant future, @Evan Ross? 😂

Stefania is at it again! 🤣👏🏻

@Tomas Falt 😂

Well done, guys. Welcome to the Fleet!

Such a wholesome and heartwarming sim from Karen Stendhal. ❤️ (OCC: A Flash ack about Karen's LOA and her recovery) (Chateau Stendhal, France, Earth) Karen Stendhal was exhausted. She had just emerged from a two-year period in a state of induced coma inside a stasis chamber on Betazed. Prior to this, she had been exposed to a deadly disease caused by an alien healing device found on P32X75. She had survived, thanks to the medical intervention of a team guided by Doctor Reventlov, but she had suffered severe physical and mental damage. She had lost most of her hair, her skin was pale and scarred, and her eyes were dull and lifeless. She had also lost her empathic abilities, which had been her greatest asset as a counselor. She felt numb and empty, unable to connect with anyone or anything. She had decided to take a leave of absence from Starfleet and return to Earth, to her ancestral home in France. She had hoped that the familiar surroundings and the loving care of her grandad Julien Stendhal would help her heal and recover. Julien was a retired Starfleet officer who had served as a diplomat and a historian. He was also a wine maker who owned a chateau and a vineyard in the countryside. He was a kind and gentle man who adored his granddaughter and welcomed her with open arms. Karen arrived at the chateau and was greeted by Julien, who hugged her and kissed her on both cheeks. Julien Stendhal: Bonjour, ma chérie. I’m so happy to see you Trisha. You look beautiful. He lied, of course, but Karen appreciated his effort. Karen Stendhal: Bonjour, grand-père. I’m happy to see you too. You look well. She lied too, of course, as she noticed his wrinkles and his gray hair and he was worried about her. They entered the chateau and settled in Karen’s old room, which was decorated with pictures and souvenirs from her childhood. Julien Stendhal: I’ve prepared everything for you. You can rest here as long as you want. I’ll bring you some food and wine later. :: He smiled and said.:: And don’t worry about anything. You’re safe here. You’re home. Karen thanked him and lay down on the bed. She felt tired and sleepy, but she also felt restless and anxious. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but she couldn’t. She kept having nightmares and flashbacks of the disease, the pain, the fear, the isolation. She woke up several times, sweating and shaking, crying out for help. Julien heard her cries and rushed to her room. He sat down on the bed and held her in his arms. Julien: Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s over. You’re alive. You’re here with me. ::He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.:: I’m here for you. I love you. He sang to her 'Le Mon chat', an old French lullaby that he used to sing to her when she was a baby. Karen felt his warmth and his love. She clung to him and sobbed into his chest. Karen: I’m sorry, grand-père. I’m sorry for being weak. I’m sorry for being broken.” Julien: No, no, you’re not weak. You’re not broken. You’re strong. You’re brave. You’re amazing. :: He said.:: You’ve been through so much, ma chérie. You’ve saved so many lives with your courage and your compassion. You’ve made me so proud of you. ::He said:: And you’ll get better, I promise you. You’ll heal and recover. You’ll find yourself again. He said these words over and over again until Karen fell asleep in his arms. The next day, Julien took Karen outside for a walk in the vineyard. So Karen recovered from her illness gradually, with the help of her grandad Julien and the natural beauty of the vineyard. She walked with him every day, breathing the fresh air and admiring the green leaves and the purple grapes. She listened to his stories and his wisdom, learning about his life and his heritage. She helped him with the wine making process, picking the grapes, crushing them, fermenting them, bottling them. She tasted the wine and enjoys its flavor and aroma. She felt alive and connected to the earth and to her family. Like Julien Stendhal often sais: Nothing better than the warm hug of a glass of red wine to heal your soul. ... (TBC) ‐-- Liutenant JG Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor Starbase 118 Ops ID: C239604KS0

Ahh, how many times have I done this at a sporting event? 🤣

@Lt Aine Olive Sherlock don't say the "T" word! 🤫😵‍💫

"The Garev Glare" just became a thing! 😂👍🏻

Excellent use of Garev, @Araxxu Vahin. This is very him. 😂👌🏻

This made me chuckle from Stefania. 😂

What a great read this was! It actually had me feeling rather nauseous at points! 😂 Funny, well-written, dramatic, thought-provoking, engaging. Just all round brilliant! Well done and thank you @Ksivi-Sava! 👏🏻 ((Sannin VII - Cardassian Embassy - Corridor)) Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): I’m just glad we got a good look- I mean fantastic medical staff. That was it! Medical staff! That’s what this had been all about. She needed help… In fact, she was almost sure this was why everybody was here in the first place. But there was still an open case, and there were still potentially dangerous suspects around… or were they? The short kid, the one who had stolen her communicator, was certainly gone. Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::breathing and leaning rather unsteadily at an unwavering Cardassian wall:: I believe Ksivi-Sava is right. Say, now that the short kid is gone, can we, by any chance, speak candidly? Because I don’t think I know where I am. I think it has something to do with his mother, or his blood or something. ::pointing at his own body:: Iru: Wow, and here I thought you’d never admit to being insane and unsound. ::her tone was condescending.:: This particular civilian was arguably one of the most confusing aspects of this case—whoever she was, her remark did remind Ksivi-Willow of some other aspect of this perplexing situation, though, which was… insane and unsound? Yes, insane and unsound. That had been an issue for a while now, hadn’t it? Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): We are holding a double edged sword. We are slowly going insane without realizing it. Yes, that must be it then. Even Ksivi-Sava realized they were going insane, and she had the distinct feeling something about that creepily grey Vulcan/Orion hybrid was very important. Something that she had told herself to not forget under any circumstances… If only she hadn’t forgotten it. She took a very deep breath, holding on to that tastelessly oppressive-looking wall; they were not on Risa, were they? Renot (as Tito): Response Garev (as Renot): Madam, I can only apologise for any distress you may have experienced here. I am confident that my colleagues would not have deliberately caused you any harm under different circumstances, but it is clear that they’re not feeling…themselves. Iru: Look ::she waved her empty hand.:: I don’t care what you do with these two - all three of them need their heads checked. As for one of you - ::she pointed at the two new people.:: That was right, they needed their heads checked. Ksivi-Willow certainly did. And her nose. It had stopped bleeding, but relaxing breathing techniques were still out of the question. Renot (Tito): Response Garev (Renot): Please try to understand… Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): People who live in glass houses should not throw stones. And you Ms. Are one of those people. Throwing stones at glass houses, did she catch that right? Well, that would certainly make for a good reason why everybody seemed so inimical towards the civilian lady. Was Ksivi-Willow supposed to support her… fellow officers? Yes, they were her fellow officers, she was sure about that. Was she still on duty, though, with whatever was wrong? She had to presume that. She had to keep it together! Ksivi-Sava (Willow): ::at Iru with glazy eyes, but in a schoolmasterly tone:: Ma’am, do you even begin to realize just how dangerous that is? Criminal property damage aside—and I can assure you that is no trifle in and off itself—have you thought about what would happen if a stone accidentally hit an inhabitant? You should— Iru: I’m going to stop you right there. Make this right, or I’m going to make things worse. ::she pinched her lips.:: I am not the one who is insane in this. I will be heard and you are going to make that happen. Right, insanity. They had already started discussing the insanity, so the property damage was likely of secondary importance at this point. Still, throwing stones at glass houses... the nerve some people had! Renot (Tito): Response Ksivi-Willow vaguely noticed the Lieutenant join her at the wall. Equally vaguely, she felt that his rank and Starfleet affiliation was of some relevance to her. But more than that, she felt sympathy for the poor guy who seemed somewhat unwell; a pair of goldshirts having to steady themselves against on obscenely tacky wall, trying to hold up against… something? Something. Garev (Renot): Madam, we are under strict orders *not* to disturb our Commanding Officer. Surely you can understand that it is our duty to follow those orders? Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): Even if you cannot understand the power of duty orders, I suggest you pay attention to this: You are equally going insane. You keep expecting to see them while we continue to deny such a request. You are doing the same action over and over expecting vastly different results. Right, there was the matter of insanity again… They were trying to hold up against insanity, that was the important matter here. That must be why she felt Ksivi-Sava was particularly important: He kept bringing up the things that mattered… Obviously a rather steadfast man who wasn’t nearly as easily perturbed as she was. Or was he? On an intuitive level, something about that conclusion felt plain wrong, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on any particular reason why. They kept talking about a commanding officer? Perhaps Ksivi-Sava was that commanding officer? Could the others shed some light on the matter? Ksivi-Sava (Willow): This might be an odd thing to say, but I can’t seem to recall who my commanding officer is. Iru: I don’t care - tell him to expect me at your Starbase then. ::her laugh was dark and forced.:: Because this isn’t going away. I am an Intergalactic journalist! And I think you’re going to want a better light than what I’m about to write. Renot (Tito): Response Garev (Renot): ::struggling to keep himself calm:: Very well. Iru: I fought for my life - as these … well now two because the one just left! ::astonished.:: literally lost their minds. So yea, do that. Unless someone else wants to point a phased at me, I’ll go. ::pause, she shrugged.:: After you called your commander. No, it couldn’t be Ksivi-Sava, then. They wouldn’t have to call him, he was right there. Besides, Ksivi-Willow seemed to remember that he was an Ensign. She would have pondered what it was that struck her as so important about a mere Ensign, but her thoughts were startled out of cohesion by the goldshirt Lieutenant’s sudden outburst: Garev (Renot): ::shouting:: FINE!…::breathing heavily and trying to contain himself, but speaking through gritted teeth:: Fine. Lieutenant, perhaps we can arrange an appointment for this…lady to speak with Commodore Taybrim on Starbase one-one-eight at some time in the near future. Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): I think it would be wise if she - oO Shut your mouth dear woman. Oo Renot (Tito): Response Ksivi-Sava (Willow): ::in a mildly outraged-sounding short-circuit of synapses:: Well, a citizens’ concerns should at least be taken seriously! Garev (as Renot): I am aware of that, but we can not stand here all day debating with her. Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): I have come to the conclusion that it is illogical to continue this argument. Perhaps we are to simply part ways. ::There she went again with that ingrained Vulcan logic:: For just a moment there, Ksivi-Sava had sounded almost like his mother. Her wry smile at the amusing thought froze as a worrying thought erupted in her brain: Why did she and Ksivi-Sava share a mother? That was strange, wasn’t it? Was he her brother? Being half-Vulcan, half-Orion, he simply couldn’t… Yet, they somehow also had the same father! That was staggeringly strange. Good thing there was this wall to hold on to. Renot (as Tito): Response Garev (as Renot): The more time we waste…::he paused, not wanting to give the reporter any more ammunition than she already had:: Look, we have got to get Ensign Willow to a doctor. Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): The most logical solution would be for you to merely walk away. Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::leaning on the wall ever more sluggishly:: Quite honestly, I’m not confident that I currently can. In fact, I can’t seem to hold my balance very well, and even if I could, where would I find that doctor? I couldn’t even find my own way back to the beach at the moment. Renot (as Tito)/Garev (as Renot): Response Iru: Response? Willow (Ksivi-Sava): We would prefer it if you did the going away first. However if neither of us do so we are back to square one with another stalemate. Perhaps that was why the unfriendly lady had plummeted to her posterior earlier. Had she tried to walk away, even though she had been dizzy? Ksivi-Willow didn’t and wouldn’t know, as the bottom-plummeting incident was a mere isolated memory, briefly washed to the surface, swiftly to be drowned in the churning sea of random associations again. It was dizzying. Very dizzying. Renot (as Tito)/Garev (as Renot): Response Iru: Response? Willow (Ksivi-Sava): Solution. We both walk away at the same time. Solution. Important. Ksivi-Sava was somehow important, she remembered. She was dizzy, but she remembered. There was something about this person that she was supposed to never forget… Well, he would probably know best, wouldn’t he? And he said that he had a solution! Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Very good, s… ::eyes seeking and failing to find a horizon:: Sir? oO Is he my commanding officer? Does he know that I’m not feeling very well? oO Inside and outside, everything was fading, but this man seemed to be some sort of constant. She simply had to trust him. Trust his solution. Trust her own memory of his significance. Walk away. Respect those confidence-inspiring words of his: We both walk away at the same time. With a single, deep breath did she try to muster all her courage. Her nose being clogged, though, she tried again through her mouth, and this time actually did muster that courage. She took a valiant step forward. Away from the wall. Away. The oppressive Cardassian architecture spun around her; orbited just out of her reach like the washed-out impressions of his own past. The ecliptic tilted ever so slightly, then toppled with a start, and Ksivi-Sava fell. Like a ship in a dive with no inertial dampening, no artificial gravity. Free fall. Those were the things that came to his mind, because… because he was Ksivi-Sava. Yes! It occurred to him a mere instant before he hit the ground: He knew all that because he was a pilot! And a physicist! Goodness gracious, that had been the important thing: He was Ksivi-Sava! And it wasn’t his own chin that hit the corridor floor in a Cardassian embassy. Renot (as Tito)/Garev (as Renot)/Iru/Willow (as Ksivi-Sava): Response? -- ============== Ensign Ksivi-Sava Helm Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240007KS4 ==============

Agreed. Love this. 👌🏻

Four Doctors Walk into a Lab - Ouch! 😜

I was going to post a quote from this shore leave sim by @Dekas in the Denali thread. Then I Saw another that I was going to post. Then another. So I thought I might as well post the whole damn sim! 😂 ((Roof of Anchorage tower, Denali Station)) Dekas had done his best not to think about it too much. The fact that his apparent best friend hadn’t even tried to talk to him since he showed up. Not that it surprised him much. Om-Zora was more than aloof, and while it had certainly gotten worse in the years they hadn’t spoken, he’d always been at least a little like that. He was very good at dropping off the face of the universe and acting like Dekas didn’t exist for whatever reason. He wanted to blame it on the Vulcans, but he knew that wasn’t fair to them considering he was pretty sure they would have at least let him know if they were going to go silent for a while instead of just doing it the way Om-Zora had. So he could only blame it on him. And all of those weird bitter feelings came forth now that they were in visual range of each other. He was mad about a lot of things, and the fact that this Aurelian had picked this time to be on the same roof as him at the same time on accident annoyed him more than he wanted to admit. The tall, gold-feathered Aurelian glanced over at Dekas and gave him a small wave from the other side of the roof. Dekas’ eyes narrowed, and he threw up a hand as though to say, “what? Only a wave? That’s it? After seven years???” Om-Zora had no such need to express an emotion about this beyond a small tilt of his head as though to respond with, “You could just come over here and say hi.” This somehow made Dekas angry, feathers on his face fluffing up with that emotion. There had never been a moment he so deeply wished he had a middle finger to flip him off with. oO What if I went off-kilter and killed him? Oo That wasn’t a great thought. oO Keep it together, Dekas. You’d probably get severely court-martialed for killing him. Even if he for sure had it coming. Oo He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He still didn’t walk over to him. It wasn’t his responsibility to be the one to make proper contact when he hadn’t been the one to cut contact in the first place. So he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes once, then made direct eye contact after the fact, and they held that eye contact for a solid minute before Om-Zora gave in and walked over to him. Om-Zora: ::in a monotone:: You are as stubborn as ever. All he felt was rage. But he was better than letting that get the best of him, and he held back the amount of profanities he had in his repertoire of known languages. Dekas: You’re so slappable right now it’s almost painful not to. And I don’t consider myself slappy, so don’t say that lightly. Seven years of absolutely nothing, and then weeks of even more nothing, while you have been on the Station. And you expected ME to come to YOU? Entitled. And stupid. You’d think with a medical degree you’d be better at not being an idiot. Om-Zora: I thought you didn’t want to talk to me. Dekas: YOU COULD HAVE ASKED! ::he lowered his voice, despite the fact they were the only two up there. Didn’t need an echo to betray him:: I mean, you could have asked. Om-Zora: You’re right. I could have. I should have. The fact that I didn’t was illogical. But I ended up getting nervous. It’s been so long, I wasn’t sure how to approach you. I am better at handling patients than I am friends, it would seem. I’m sorry. Dekas was still mad, a sorry wasn’t enough to make him not mad. But the fact he was willing to admit to there being an issue from his side did make it easier to not slap him in the moment. Om-Zora: I understand if you’re not ready to forgive it. Or if you would prefer we only be on professional terms. He spoke with that same initial monotone as if he didn’t care either way even though he clearly did care or he wouldn’t have apologized at all. oO You’re not getting out of this friendship that easily. Oo Dekas: Don't get me wrong. I'm mad, and it's extremely tempting to agree and say we go our separate ways and only interact during work hours. It would make things simpler. However, I'm not that person, and I already told you before, there is very little you could actually do that would make me not want you in my life. Even now when I'm feeling like this. Om-Zora simply nodded. Dekas: So I think I can forgive you. On one condition. Om-Zora: ::head tilt:: What condition is that? Dekas stepped close to him and backed him against the edge of the building. Dekas: This. And he shoved him right off Anchorage. Which did startle his friend enough to make a noise. oO Satisfying. Oo (What? He could fly perfectly well. Besides, he jumped off right after. And by that point, Om-Zora had already righted himself into flight.) Om-Zora: A warning would have been nice! Dekas: I thought it was implied! Om-Zora: It was not implied! He laughed and then went full speed ahead of him. Om-Zora was taller and his wingspan much larger, but Dekas had the advantage of speed and a better sense of sharp turns and landings now because of the recent tail feather growth. Dekas: Hope you haven’t gotten a proper tour yet, because I can give you a better one if you can catch up to me! Om-Zora: You could have just asked. Dekas: But then I wouldn’t have gotten to push you off the building. Om-Zora: That is an extremely illogical way to deal with your frustrations, and I hope you know that. Dekas: I do, but thanks for being such a good sport about it! He used that moment to fly upwards and very high. Angry or not, there was nothing better than a good flight with another Aurelian. Truly experience wind underneath and through his feathers and be able to know that another person felt the same. As a bonus, he got some exercise in. Thankfully it seemed Golden Boy wasn’t too bothered by the whole thing because he followed. Would it be enough to ease all the bitterness he had toward his old friend? No. But it was definitely a start. [NT / Just some bird interactions. Gotta get them in there.] — Lt. Commander Dekas Counselor Denali Station J239802D12 Pronouns: They/she (player), He/him (character)

Love Gogi being compared to a majestic lion! Flattery will get you everywhere @Rustyy_Hael! 😂

Really enjoyed this little slice of life from @Oddas Aria and @Alex Forsyth. (( Kingsley’s Quarters )) Gwen was not used to so much space, so her wardrobe was still relatively limited - uniforms and a small collection of civilian clothes. For the occasion, she selected a cotton dress that felt modest enough for a second date, but casual enough for the setting. Blue and red, it had been a gift from her family, they meant well but its cut and color was not exactly her favorite. A brush of the hair later, she managed to get out the door and to the bar on time, and found a table near the source of music, but close enough to a wall to afford some privacy. ((Alex’s quarter, Anchorage, Denali station)) Alex stood in front of her tall mirror, Trying out her fourth outfit so far as none of the others suited her. So now she was trying on a simple Jumper, shirt and jeans. It was the best she had, Fashion wasn’t her thing. oO It will have to do….Oo She looked at her clock to see it is nearly time for her and Gwen date. Alex quickly tidied up her room by chucking them into the dresser and beelined towards the door. Once there she stop just before the door to mobius, Forsyth: ::To herself:: Ok, You did this before. It's just a date, It's not as bad as rocks falling from the sky or getting eaten by a space whale….. With one deep, soft breath, Alex steps inside. It was like how she last remembered it, back on her first day with Lt. Commander Stelek. It was surprising to see the bar had received from the harrowing event, The asteroid attack left much of the ring city in a right sorry state. Making her way farther in, She spotted the Dark haired Marine sitting by one of the tables along the wall. She flashed the Marine with an awkward smile as she walked up, trying to look cool but coming off as more goofy. Forsyth: Hey, Gwen. Kingsley: Hey there, how are you? Forsyth::Blushing:: Y-You look great, tonight. Gwen motioned for the seat across from her as Alex sat down, Unsure what to say next. Forsyth: So, How have you been? Kingsley: Good, keeping busy with training and rebuilding - now that the med folks think I’m fully recovered. Forsyth: Cool, I’ve been busy here and there. That was an understatement…. Gwen grinned and cocked her neck to the side - she knew the other woman had been busy off the Ring - and that some things were out of her pay scale. Just then, a waiter came over, Readying his PADD. Waiter: Hello, what are you having? Alex grabbed the drink menu, giving it a look through. Forsyth: I’ll have some scotch with ice, please. Kingsley: ::without looking:: Same, straight up. Waiter: Right, Anything else? Forsyth: Not for me, Gwen? She gave it a thought - Gwen had given working all day, training, running, and then doing her usual recon shift through ten more square blocks of the city. Kingsley: I hope you won’t think less of me, but I haven’t eaten since 0600? Forsyth: Not at all, I’ve been there a few times myself. Kingsley: ::to the waiter:: Whatever passes for a cheeseburger, no tomatoes, medium rare, large order of fries, ketchup on the side. If you have bacon, there’s an extra tip in it for you. The man smiled and made some notes. Waiter: I think we can manage. Forsyth: You know what, I’ll have the same. It has been a while since I had a meal that was…real. Waiter: Ok, we’ll get on that. As he hurried off for their order, Gwen turned back to Alex. Kingsley: Thanks, I needed that. ::beat:: So, what are your plans for shore leave? Forsyth: Oh, Just catch on some art or reading, maybe do some sightseeing. Kingsley: I haven’t made it that far out, I feel like I’ve been cooped up for too long. Forsyth: Same, been working non-stop since I’ve been promoted. Gwen nodded. She had been around long enough to know how promotions worked, the move up from Ensign to Lieutenant was a big one for a lot of the regular officers - one that could test a lot of relationships. Even Marines could struggle with that transition, though they tended to be a little more regimented and that helped make sure the transition was a bit less bumpy, a bit more professional. Kingsley: From what I can tell, you deserved it. Forsyth: Thanks, I’m still surprised by it. Kingsley: Planning to hit anything in particular in the city? Forsyth: Not really, I still don’t know a lot about this area. Kingsley: On patrol I came across a large, I guess you’d call it a park. Green space, with lots of trees and green, and what looked like some sort of tables and things right smack in the middle of a bunch of buildings. It covered easily a dozen blocks, but it also had a large lake in the middle of it. Forsyth: Sounds incredible. The waiter brought their drinks and slid them in front expertly without interrupting them, Gwen nodded ‘thanks’ and picked it up held it in her left hand. Kingsley: Exactly. Forsyth: You must have been thrilled to discover something like that. Kingsley: I was on patrol, it was just one of those things. It was interesting to see a thriving green space in the middle of so much city. Really reminds you sometimes that wherever you go, whatever you see, things stay the same. Alex took a sip of her drink, happy to just listen. Gwen raised her drink, but sat it down. Kingsley: It even had a little waterfall off to one side, flowing from one side of a building. I wonder if it was originally like that or if something broke down, but I haven’t had a chance to go back and find out. Forsyth: I’ll be sure to add that to my list, Might be a good place to do some painting. Kingsley: Painting?. Forsyth: It is not my favourite of hobbies, I do like to just draw or build models mainly. The Waiter returned with their food, placing a plate down in front of each of them. They looked amazing, smelling good as well. Alex took a bite of hers, tasting it a little. Gwen took the moment to taste her drink - good, but not the best she had had. Forsyth: Oh wow, This is good. Kingsley: That’s good to hear. The Marine picked up the burger and looked it over before decided on a line of attack, before finally finding a way that worked and sinking in for a large bite. Forsyth: Good, Isn’t it. Kingsley: ::between chew::Very. ::beat:: Oh, I almost forgot. Forsyth: What? Kingsley: The little park, there were these little paths, like something, had been moving through it, herds of something. Gwen swallowed and held her hand over her face while she sought a napkin. Forsyth: Herd, Like wild animals? How deep were the tracks? Kingsley: Seven or Eight stone? Walking on three or four legs, tracking, is not my best suit. Forsyth: Wow that's incredible.. For the dance floor, the music began a much louder series of beats, and to Gwen’s ear a steadier series of horns, closer to Earth music even if what was passing for words were nothing her vocal cords could reproduce. Forsyth: What were they like, Big or small? Kingsley: ::grinning:: I have no idea. Forsyth: So what happened to this park, Is now being used again or not? Kingsley: Well, like most things we find, it's just cataloged and waiting for us, the crew, to have enough people to matter. Alex continued to listen while eating her food, hearing stories like this were all her favourites. She remembered the ones her dad told her, about alien worlds and lost cities. Gwen tried the fries, which were good, but were not made from potatoes. Forsyth: I would love to explore something like that, Uncovering lost secrets. Alex did get somewhat explore one of the buildings with Kenrick and Fairhug, making sure it was safe for the Mithgiln. Kingsley: To be fair, all you need to do, is step outside ::she gestured outside with her hand, still holding her burger:: get yourself on a duty schedule. The station is kinda brilliant that way. Alex smiled, the music had changed to something different but still with a beat. Forsyth: Get anything for your collection recently? Kingsley: ::perking up::My dad just sent me a great simulation of a steam locomotive, when we get holodecks up and running it will be an excellent immersive workshop. Forsyth: Steam Locomotive, Those used to be my dad's favourite too. Kingsley: Maybe we should introduce them some day. The music picked up and Gwen thought she recognized a beat, even if she didn’t recognize the song itself. It was slower than several of it predecessors, almost danceable, and she took the opportunity set her food down and make the universal sign for “do you want to dance?” Alex: Sure, Although I’m a bit rusty. Getting up and following Kingsley to the dancefloor, A bit of her felt nervous but also a little bit curious by it. oO Now don't step on her foot.... Oo End. _____________________ Lieutenant.Jg Alex Forsyth Tactical Denali Station D239910AF1 Warrant Officer, 2C Gwen Kingsley Cyber Warfare Officer Lightning Aldabrans Written by Fleet Captain Oddas Aria Commanding Officer Denali Station E239305OA0

Completely agree. Nicely done, Mister Raimor!

This tickled me from @EgilRenot. 😂

@Nestira Aristren's MSNPC's first impressions of Sherlock, Willow and Ksivi-Sava! 😂👌🏻

Such high standards from @Ksivi-Sava. 🤣

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