Gogigobo Fairhug

This exchange between @Evan Ross and @Corey Wethern made me chuckle. 😂

Love @Ksivi-Sava's description of Nagazi. 😂

This is such a great line from @Rustyy_Hael's PNPC Nijil. 👏🏻

@Alora DeVeau thank you! This may be my favourite opening line to a sim ever! 🤣👏🏻

There were so many quotes from this that I wanted to post, so in the end, I decided to post the whole sim! ((Little Risa - Near Beach - Starbase 118)) Being aboard Starbase 118 once more, walking through those large man-made spaces, the people, the wonders, the lights, the fragrances, and the perfumes all flooded her senses. The sounds, conversations, and whispers echoed near and far. This sensory and empathic stimulation suddenly overwhelmed her with a cascade of emotions. All those people at once, and the telepathic shouting, it was something she wasn't accustomed to anymore. She almost laughed, almost cried, letting herself fully immerse in it once more. She deeply appreciated it, absorbing it with her entire being. Wow! How beautiful! Karen was happy. She strolled through the bustling commercial sector of the starbase, weaving in and out of numerous shops, each offering its own unique allure. Amid her exploration, she came upon a charming café adorned with a profusion of vibrant flowers—an enchanting spot that, in all likelihood, hadn't even existed three years ago. After some time, she reached her intended destination: Little Risa. Her desire was simple—to relax and take a leisurely walk along the tranquil beach. She was attired in a lovely and casual, yet vividly colorful dress, perfectly suited for the vibrant ambiance of Risa. It resembled a pareo, with its pink fabric adorned by graceful white wavy stripes. Completing her look was a broad, feminine straw hat and heart-shaped sunglasses, which added a touch of eccentricity—much like her own charming personality. Beneath her colorful dress, she sported an equally stylish bikini, perfectly complementing her figure. It was adorned in the same delightful colors, accentuating her beach-ready look. Who knew? She might just decide to take a refreshing dip in the water later on. As she wandered aimlessly, she suddenly sensed the presence of a familiar and friendly Betazoid mind, none other than the remarkable Sal Taybrim. A warm smile graced her lips, and her heart swelled with delight at the unexpected encounter. Taybrim: Counselor Stendhal? Stendhal: In the flash and bones, Captain... oh wait, is it Commodore now, isn't it? Congratulations on the promotion! She smiled, she smiled a lot! Taybrim: By the rings, it’s been ages! And you’re back here on StarBase 118! Stendhal: It's definitely been a while! I'm absolutely thrilled to see you again, Commodore Sal. You know that, don't you? Taybrim: Come. I’d like you to meet the amazing Haukea-Willow. Willow, meet Counselor Karen Stendhal. She felt an empathic tickle, a connection that went beyond words. She first looked at Sal, then her gaze shifted to Haukea, and in their presence, she sensed an empathic embrace of friendship enveloping her. What beautiful souls they were, and how fortunate she felt to be in their company. With a broad smile, she offered a graceful bow, genuinely delighted to meet and get acquainted with Haukea. It was evident that Haukea exuded a captivating beauty. Her presence was marked by both a lively, effervescent spark coupled with a profound, discerning and intelligent gaze. Karen immediately felt at ease in her presence, experiencing a strange sense of déjà vu, as if they had crossed paths before in some other time or place. Stendhal: Nice to meet you both, and please, especially in a place like this, just call me Karen. She said warmly and with a friendly demeanor. Karen couldn't help but appreciate the pleasant atmosphere and the genuine connection she was forming with Sal and Haukea. Willow/Taybrim: ? Stendhal: Oh I have to tell you that this is one of the best place in the Galaxy where to be in service... And of course one of the reasons is the Crew and the awesome commanding chain. Willow/Taybrim: ? Stendhal: Oh, I must share with you that this is truly one of the finest places in the entire Galaxy to serve. Of course, one of the reasons for that is the exceptional crew and the awesome chain of command. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Willow/Taybrim: ? Stendhal: Commodore Sal would a hug be too out of place? Rustyy's had his share, and when it comes to my hug list, you and Foster are high on it. She spoke theatrically, her hand tracing an imaginary list in the air. ~*~ tags/tbc ~*~ -- ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0

Don't go to dinner with @Araxxu Vahin! 😂

Love this from @Evan Ross

This also made me chuckle from @Haukea-Willow 😂

@Haukea-Willow 🤣

@Corey Wethern I certainly hope so! 🤣

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 ==============