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I love little touches like these from @Alex Forsyth and @Alan Letts

It's official, @Tomas Falt and @Alan Letts are my new favourite double act. 🤣👌🏻

An amusing intro to a sim from @Tomas Falt 😂

@Alan Letts' reaction to @Freck's heroics in the last mission had me chuckling. 😂

This sounds familiar from Ens. Raimor. 😬😂

This was a great read from Denali's very own Ensign Sasus Raimor. 👌🏻 (( Raimor’s Room, Anchorage, Denali Station - After The Party )) Raimor sat in front of the blank monitor unsure of what to do. He’d resolved himself to call his father and tell him everything that had been going on over the last few weeks, but that was twenty unproductive and silent filled minutes ago. Now he wasn’t so sure. He looked at his own reflection for an excuse to walk away or any form of advice. It looked back at him without offering either and the betazoid officer let out a deep sigh. oO You know, you could be a bit more helpful here. It’s your family too. Oo Raimor pushed back from his desk and walked over to a box of things he’d been meaning to put away since he moved to the station. Reaching in, he pulled out an old, dusty binder. He clutched the volume to his chest and walked over to the couch. He flopped down, kicking his feet up and wiping the layer of dust that had accumulated over time on the front cover of the little family heirloom. Thinking back, he wasn’t sure why his family had decided to keep most of the photos in a physical book. That had always just been the way they’d done things. A PADD could have kept many more photos in a safer manner, but there was something nostalgic about having these old memories in an actual book. He inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh before tentatively opening himself up to everything he’d been avoiding for years now. He only recognized a few of the figures in the older photos. Great-great-grandmothers that had kept the family respectable hundreds of years ago and whatnot. With each page Raimor turned, a low rumbling sense of dread started to churn in his stomach. Black and white pictures with crumbled, yellowed edges turned into crisper color ones with more and more folks he recognized. He knew what was coming, but still let out a gasp when he saw it. He’d taken a photo the day he got accepted to Starfleet Medical. Proudest day of his life. He looked down at his own, younger face as it smiled back at him. The younger Raimor had his hands clenched tightly around a small disk-like object that contained a video detailing his acceptance to school and an arm wrapped tightly around his younger sister Heria. She was only a few years younger than him, but she had always looked half his age. His father stood behind the two of them in the dark uniform he always wore. Raimor couldn’t think back to a time where his father wasn’t wearing that same uniform. He remembered that he had to actually have mom take his father’s phone away just so they could get this picture. It was always that way back then. He smiled slightly and grabbed a box of tissue off of the coffee table to wipe his nose. He looked back at his own face and sighed. oO I know. I’ve avoided it all for too long. Oo He hesitated one last time before bringing his gaze back down to the book. He saw his older sister Alessa standing next to him, looking down at him and smiling. She looked so genuinely happy for him there. He knew how hard it was for her to show her teeth in photos; Mom had always had to bribe her to let them show, but here they were shining brilliantly in the sunshine. Raimor sighed and wiped his face again. He hadn’t been able to talk to Alessa for over two years now. He wondered how she was doing with her new husband. oO Father was so mad when she said she’d changed her last name. Oo That was the last time he’d seen his elder sister. He’d begged her not to leave, but she was always so headstrong. He’d never seen an Earth goat, but what he understood was a fairly apt description for his sister. She didn’t change her mind, but she’d slipped a piece of paper into his pocket with her contact information. He still hadn’t used it. His eyes had been avoiding the last ghostly form in the family picture, but he finally forced them onto it. His mother stood behind Alessa, hands on her shoulders, eyes firmly ahead at the camera. Raimor let out a shuddering, sniffling gasp. It was all too normal. There wasn’t any hint of the disease that would take her life two years later. No clue that the strong woman he was looking at was just dust now. He reached his hand out shakily to touch his mother’s face, but instead of the warmth he always associated with her, it was cold and plastic. It was wrong. Raimor closed the book and put it aside, not wanting to look at it anymore. He wiped himself clean with another tissue before wheeling back to his desk. His reflection was waiting for him, slightly more red now, but unhelpful as always. oO I guess nobody is going to save me, huh? Oo With a resolving breath, the Betazoid officer clicked to life, causing the monitor to flicker and force his reflection away. He waited anxiously for a few moments before a ringing tone echoed too loudly around his apartment. Raimor quickly turned the sound down to a more reasonable volume, hoping that nobody had been woken up by his call. He looked around for any signs that he’d trespassed on somebody's sleep, but snapped back when he saw a stern face on the monitor. Eloy: Sasus. It’s late. Raimor blinked at his father for a moment before responding. Raimor: Yeah, I thought… Well it’s been a while. I just wanted to check in with you. His father raised an eyebrow. Eloy: Are you well? Raimor: Uh, yeah. I just got done with an awards ceremony with the rest of the officers. Eloy: I see. There was an awkward silence between the two men. Raimor waited for his father to ask him something, anything, but he didn’t. They just stared at each other silently. Raimor: ::fumbling:: Umm, I graduated. I’m sure you figured that out though. I’m out on a station called Denali now. It’s a really fascinating place. W-We aren’t sure who built it yet, but it's a ring of sorts with a sun in the middle. ::pause:: It’s massive. Eloy: Yes, I heard. I heard that there was some sort of disturbance there as well. A pirate attack if I remember correctly. Raimor: ::excitedly:: Yeah! It actually was happening when I got here and I had to- Wait. You’ve been keeping up with me? Eloy: Not specifically. One of my associates was loosely linked with the shipment company who managed to lose the weapons your pirate queen lady stole. I had to prove that the company wasn’t involved. Raimor: Oh… I see. Eloy: Is that all you had to tell me, son? Raimor gripped the ribbon he’d just been awarded earlier in the evening tightly in his hands, feeling a familiar ache in the back of his throat. Raimor: No, that’s all. Eloy: Then have a nice night Sasus. The monitor flickered again and Raimor was left alone in his apartment. The young man finally let out the deep sob that he had been choking back. After all of this time his father truly hadn’t changed at all. NT, END Ensign Raimor Medical Officer Denali Station D240001SR3

This made me chuckle @Elonat 😂

Do @Alan Letts and @Tomas Falt remind anyone else of Lavelle and Riker? 😂

This was great from @Dekas And this... Was the icing on the cake from @Alan Letts 🤣👌🏻

That's about the only thing we don't have on Denali @Kettick! 😂

Poor @Kettick 🤣

@Elonat I really want them to see a tunnel lion now! 🤣

Finding the antagonism between @Alex Forsyth and @Alan Letts really amusing! 🤣

Love this @Freck

Same! 😂

This scene had me genuinely laughing out loud @John Kendrick 🤣

Really enjoyed this whole scene between @Oddas Aria and @N. Aristren aka Trovek and this final sim wraps it up nicely. ((Upper Operations, Anchorage, Denali Station)) The last conversation between Arys and Tito hadn’t exactly gone well. He had told her of his involvement in Aaron’s death, and she had told him that she was about ready to stab him but didn’t want to ruin the new carpet. The snarky comment and kicking him out had, at the time, seemed better than yelling or crying or any other emotional outburst. She had handled Lukin in a similar manner - by writing him an equally strongly worded note - after all he had KNOWN and not told her - and wordlessly leaving with the USS Braveheart. All of this had, in the heat of the moment, seemed like a good approach. A mature approach even. For hours she had been beyond pleased with herself - after all, she was stepping away from the conversation rather than escalating the matter further, right? … Wrong. Somewhere halfway through the journey to Denali, Arys had realised that two wrongs didn’t make one right, and that she had effectively abandoned her family. Now she surprised herself by how sure she was that the enjoinment was still happening. She was even inviting people to it. Trovek: I am getting married. He is a Cardassian Ambassador and it will be... somewhat of a big deal I suppose. I would be delighted for you to come. Which, admittedly, isn't a good reason to travel to Ops, but I do have a colleague who is trying to interface a Xindi-Insectoid build ship with something that doesn't require compound eyes to pilot it - which seems infinitely more interesting. Cardassian enjoinment ceremonies were very private, but the celebration around it was meant to showcase a families wealth and anything but. Due to Lukin’s status as Ambassador, it was expected of him to invite whoever was politically relevant enough, and it was still a matter of discussion who would actually be facilitating the wedding ceremony. Probably Taybrim. Which was awkward because Arys and Sal didn’t have the best relationship. In other words, while playing around with a Xindi-Insectoid build trade ship wasn’t entirely Arys’ cup of tea, it was a lot less terrifying. Oddas stood and placed her mug in the Replicator, then motioned to Arys, who gave a non-verbal “yes, please”. While she hadn’t planned on taking up so much of the woman’s time, she actually found herself positively surprised by the conversation. It wasn’t oppressively personal. It didn’t make her feel like there was something wrong with her because she didn’t have the inclination to make friends with every new Ensign. With the happy shiny people that made up Ops’ CO and FO, she always felt … inadequate. Oddas: Congratulations, of course - I hope you are very happy. I haven't been to 118 more than a dozen times, generally to teach a class, and the last time was because I was tricked into it. ::sitting the replicated items on the desk:: Why are we retrofitting a Xindi ship? The thrill? Good question. Because Nestira had taken a liking to the ship she had… apparently… found… on Miranda VII. Because Arys, while not an Engineer, appreciated challenges and passion projects, and had offered her help. Arys reached for the coffee and for a moment simply observed the wisps of steam carried the familiar aroma through the room. Trovek: .. Yeah, pretty much. ::beat:: I realise that’s probably not a good reason. Not a good reason to have someone like Oddas travel to Ops. Oddas: ::smiling:: I have an entire building out there ::she motioned with her thumb to the city:: just dedicated to weird engineering projects, so that seems perfectly reasonable to me. Or precisely the reason to have someone like Oddas travel to Ops. Trovek: I am sure the other Engineers involved would love to meet you. She was thinking of Velix and Egil in particular. Velix was pretty much excited about everything, and Ensign Egil (who was actually Lieutenant JG Renot, but that didn’t alliterate, so Arys continued thinking of him a Ensign Egil and was actually proud of herself for not saying it to his face) would likely be appreciative of an assignment that didn’t involve handling explosives. Oddas: I'll definitely try, could be a fun adventure. Arys gave a nod, and for a brief moment she remembered what she had actually meant to ask Oddas about - her transfer. For the past year and a half she had mentally crewed on her perceived failure as counsellor. Even though she loved being back in medical and was, by all measures, fairly successful. Had she not spent those five years at different academy campuses and interning on different vessels, she would have been home to spent time with her grandfather before he passed away. But as she sipped from her coffee, she wondered if it really mattered. There were really just two possible answers - a yes and a no. If Oddas hadn’t kicked Arys off the Juneau for her questionable hallucinations, it meant that Arys had been agonising about something pointless for a year and a half. Which wasn’t exactly a good investment of her time. And if Oddas had kicked Arys off her ship, then there was probably a good reason for it, and it had been done in the best interest of the crew. And as Arys was figuring out what kind of leader she wanted to be, she decided that this was an approach she too would take. [End Scene] PNPC Lt. Trovek Arys Chief Medical Officer Starbase 118 Ops J239809TA4 “Paths are made by walking” -- Franz Kafka

Love this sim title referencing an old Adam West Batman episode (if I'm not mistaken) by @Alex Forsyth

I hope there's going to be millions of peaches in that fruit basket, @Alan Letts?! 😜

Oof! That hit pretty hard @Freck

Another one from @N. Aristren aka Trovek - imagine walking into your doctor and being like "just came to let you know that I am absolutely fine!" 😂

In a factory downtooooowwwnnn.

Love these little touches from @Alan Letts. Also, did this sim make anyone else think of the song 'Peaches' by The Presidents of the United States of America? 😂

Love this from our guest simmer @N. Aristren aka Trovek 😂

@Elonat there's got to be a puss in boots joke in here somewhere. 😂