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  1. My 2024 hasn't been the brightest so far due to personal issues. However, when I read this quote by @Gogigobo Fairhug It made me smile and cry in the best way possible, ❤️ 

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    As the doors slid open, revealing the interim Byzallian leader and his bodyguards, flanked by Starfleet security officers, Gogi did not even so much as twitch, his expression remaining as neutral as possible - Haukea-Willow would have been proud.

     

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  2. @Madison Marsh @Karen Stendhal Love the friendship that is building between these two characters. 

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    ((Computer Junction B-47, Qo'Nos District, Starbase 118))

     
    ((OOC: My scenes of dialogue were unintentionally missed, so I attempted to patch this sim together to complete it for Madison. It happens to the best of us on occasion, all is good. Taybrim you are up! I have enjoyed writing with everyone and look forward to shore leave. 🙂 ))
     
    Madison provided Karen with a comedic salute and flashed a contagious grin. She was without a doubt an expressive and extroverted woman. Her interactions fueled her with an abundance of energy at times. 
     
    oO I'm glad that Karen feels that way. She is such a lovely and supportive friend. Oo


    Marsh: Aye Aye Counselor Stendhal.
     

    Stendhal: Aye Doctor Marsh.
     
    She pressed her combadge gently with her soft and delicate hand. Madison was into self care and treated her skin with lotion on the daily. 


    =/\= Marsh to Taybrim. Counselor Stendhal and I have escaped a holographic entity known as Lemoncable. Thank you for holding the door open for us sir. =/\=

    Taybrim: =/\= Doctor Marsh, Counselor Stendhal, I saw your work in the systems.  Fantastic job, the both of you!=/\=

    Expressing gratitude, Karen Stendhal remarked to the Commodore

    Stendhal =/\=  Thank you Commodore! I must say, Doctor Marsh here was really on the ball. =/\=
     

    A smile formed on her lips and it was evident in her friendly tone of voice. She had enjoyed working with Karen and wanted to make sure that the Commodore knew about it. Perhaps he would assign them as a tandem going forward during other missions. Either way, it was worth a shot in her opinion as she had nothing to lose with the hint. 

     

    Marsh: =/\= Thank you sir, Counselor Stendhal and I make a lovely team. =/\= 


    Taybrim: =/\= Yes, I think it’s time we cleaned this mess up and got some down time to recuperate. =/\=

    Whenever Hael was 'around', Karen found herself adopting a somewhat informal, on-the-road manner of speaking.

     

    Stendhal: =/\= We caught wind of a colossal explosion here! I mean, it rattled the rafters. Is everyone in one piece over there, safe and sound? Just thought we'd touch base to make sure everything's hunky-dory on your end. =/\=
     

    Madison nodded her head in complete agreement with Taybrim's assessment of the situation going forward. She could lose a bit of downtime herself as it had been an exhilarating mission to say the least. Perhaps she could go relax on a beach somewhere or at least in the holodeck if she had to remain on 118 during her time off.  

    Marsh: =/\= Sounds like a plan sir. 

    Taybrim: =/\= ?
     

    Stendhal: =/\= Can we lend a hand in untangling this situation? It seems like a real pickle, and four heads are better than two when it comes to sorting out a mess. =/\=
     
    She nodded her head in agreement with Karen as she was willing to assist where needed.

     

    Marsh: =/\=I agree, we are happy to help wherever needed. =/\=
     


    Taybrim: =/\= ?


    ~*~
    Tags end for Madison Marsh

     

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  3. @Korras 1. I thought the title mix up was really cute. ❤️ . 2. This sim really shows how you don't need a whole bunch of fancy words in order convey emotion. Sometimes merely stating the truth is enough to give the reader major feels. ❤️ . 

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    OOC: I was drafting this, and it became so long, it didn’t feel right to include it in the sim itself, so for reference, here’s the letter Amar wrote.

    IC:
    PLEASE READ

     

    So, I woke up, and can't seem to fall asleep again, so I figured I'd try to write this down. I mean, I did promise I would tell you everything, and I think you should know about who you let into your house. and hopefully, I'll be able to sleep again afterwards.

     

    My parents weren't very nice people. My mother at least was able to feel what others were feeling like me, but the only thing that made her happy seemed to be making others feel hurt. My father usually either went along, or helped her in making others miserable. I don't know if he could feel as my mother and me, but he never really seemed to care about anything.

     

    I didn't make a lot of friends, because once my mother met them, she always made sure they did not stick around. Feeling her happiness when I was sad only made me more sad, which made her more happy. I had no idea what to do anymore. She knew when I was thinking about telling anyone, and made sure that I didn't. Sometimes, when she couldn't hurt people with words, she'd hurt me for real. 

     

    Years ago, a group of kids showed up with a trading ship, and were doing theater on the street. I ended up talking to them, and they asked me to come with them. I really never thought it through, I just wanted to get away. I thought they meant to a different place in town, but it turned out they were going back to the ship they came in with. before I knew it, they had taken me along as one of their own. I was scared at first, until I realized I no longer had to fear my mother. However, I never told them I could feel what they felt. I guess it was the one thing about me that I kept secret, as everything else we shared, always being so close to eachother.

     

    That's how I came to be with the Merry Misfits. Vanla was always the leader, even back then. She would make sure we never stayed in one place too long. It didn't take long to figure out how they got their money: the theater was just an easy way to draw the attention of people away, and some of the misfits would go around pickpocketing. I tried that, but I was better at performing. It helped a lot that I could get a good feeling of the crowd, and what they liked, the better to draw attention away from those picking their pockets.. 

     

    Kayden has been with them for a long time, too. he has a really big crush on Vanla, but I never was able to figure out of she liked him or not. She's really hard to figure out, her feelings often didn't make sense. 

     

    Anyway, that's how we lived. We often hid away in freighters and other ships to get from place to place, or sometimes we'd even actually pay for transit. We never thought much of what we did, we just thought that  if the things we stole were important to people, they wouldn't let us steal them. 

     

    But today was different. It seemed such a small thing to do, simply drop something in the computer, and we'd get paid. But then, everything went wrong. It made me realize that small things can cause really, really, big problems. And that's what's keeping me awake now. What other problems did we cause over time? For us, it might have been just things we stole. What if we stole something from someone, and now that person couldn't get food for his family anymore? I never worried about that before, but now I think we were very selfish. 

     

    Kayden and Vanla seemed so unworried about it all. I don't want to go back to that. I also don't want to be going somewhere else all the time anymore, or worry about when we get to eat, or trying to keep hidden away on some ship. 

     

    I am really glad that you and Korras and Snezhana found me. I don't know what else would have happened. And I don't know how to thank you for letting me in your house tonight. 

     

    I hope you are still okay with me staying here after reading this. I know I would have had to tell this all to someone eventually, and I'm tired of running away. I also know that staying here won't be entirely easy, I expect I'll have to talk to many people about that. But I really do want to stay, and I want to be honest from now on, and after you let me in, I don't want to hide it from you.

     

    Thank you for reading, and for helping me.

     

    -Amar

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  4. 3 hours ago, Evan Ross said:

    Well if she's adopted by Haukea I'm pretty sure Amar's gonna have a whole station full of godfathers and godmothers :D

    @Evan Ross Well actually Korass is going to be her uncle and Taybrim her grandfather, because space dad Taybrim. 😆 The rest can be aunts, uncles or the like. lol 

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  5. So, Haukea and the MSNPC Amar, played by @Korras, have been building a relationship for several posts now. But this most recent one from the writer nearly made me cry it was so sweet. I knew I had to put it on the forums right away. 

     

    ((StarBase 118 - Commercial Sector - Quo’Nos District))

     

    Ikker: Oh yeah? And what are you going to do to a kid - huh?

     

    Willow: Nothing. I’m going to let you go, Ikker. 

     

    Amar: Let him go? I think he can go find Vanla again, then..

     

    Ikker: Response 

     

    Willow: Walk away. But don’t drag Amar into this. 

     

    Amar: I think this is goodbye, Kayden.

     

    Ikker: Response 

     

    Willow: Amar is wanted. With me. 

     

    Amar: ::Eyes widening in surprise, speechless::

     

    Ikker: Response

     

    At that, she turned to Willow, still processing what she had said, and thinking she heard wrong. It couldn’t be right, could it? She must have misheard.

     

    Amar: I don’t think I can go back to them anymore.. I thought we would just drop something off for someone, and then we would be off to have fun. I never thought that this would all happen, but if they did.. I don’t want to be a part of that anymore. ::she hesitated before going on:: Do you think I could stay on the station here, at least for a while?

     

    Willow: Whether temporary, permanent, unofficial, or official, you are more than welcome to stay on the station Amar. 

     

    She knew other people would want to talk to her, and she was sure there would be some trouble for her. But honestly, after today, she was tired of running, and hopefully, just maybe, she would get some time to spend on the beach. Before she could answer, the sky lit up again. She looked up, and a smile crept onto her face as she looked at the moon and stars. Before she knew what was happening, another wave of emotions rolled over them, but this time, it was just a whole lot of happiness, mixed with relief. She couldn’t help but cry.

     

    Ikker: Response 

     

    Willow: You may leave now Ikker. I wish you well. Goodbye. ::Turning to Amar:: How are you? You alright? 

     

    Ikker: Response 

     

    Amar nodded. She had sensed so many strong different emotions today, and she was exhausted from it. Normally, she could keep her composure, but today had turned out to be so, so, much different then any other day. She had never sensed anything on this scale before, as she had never been in a place with so many people packed so close together, with so much going on to anger them, to scare them, to make them feel relief on such a scale. It was as if thousands of people started pointing their flashlights in one direction, but instead of her eyes seeing it, it was her mind feeling it.

     

    Amar: I’m alright. Everybody is happy, is all.

     

    Willow: Well I know I am. 

     

    She looked up, and knew she was, and still concerned, and caring. it was a combination she had not experienced all too much before, but it was very much a good experience.

     

    Amar: I know.. and I am too.

     

    Willow: Do you want to keep looking for your Aunt or…? ::Haukea was asking more for clarification than anything:: 

     

    Did that mean she wanted her to go with her aunt? No.. it did not seem so. She sensed her hesitation.

     

    Amar: I don’t want to. I think she has something to do with what happened here today, and I want no more part of that. I want to make things right.

     

    Willow: Well you can always come home with me. I don’t mind giving up my bedroom for a while. 

     

    Amar: ::blinking in surprise:: you .. mean that?

     

    She tried to process what she had been told. It was positively one of the nicest things she had ever been offered, and no amount of credits could make up for that.

     

    Willow: Response

     

    Amar was lost for words. In an impulse, she hugged willow, tears rolling down her cheeks. somehow, this person she had met today cared more for her then most others she had before. And those that did care, invariably had their own motives for that. She sensed none of that now. She finally managed some words.

     

    Amar: I would like that very much.

     

    Willow: Response

    **

    MSNPC Amar

    *****

    Ensign Korras
    Ops Officer
    Starbase 118 Ops

    O240010K12

     

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  6. I had forgotten that Sal had his telepathy repaired. I was reminded in this sim. This sim was so warm and fuzzy, just like the title says; it gave me the feels. I can't wait to be a part of this scene with Sal and now Stendhal. @Sal Taybrim 

    ((Little Risa - Near Beach - Starbase 118))

    It was an absolutely gorgeous day on the beaches of Little Risa.  

    Sure, the whole weather system was programmed into the computer and nice days could be had upon request – and if Sal Taybrim had wanted it, he could have requested it.  But not once in his seven years of being on StarBase 118 had he messed with the weather.

    That seemed like a petty thing to do.  It was better to let the computer move forward with all its meticulously randomized patterns that carefully follow natural weather, and enjoy the surprise of absolutely gorgeous days when they came up.

    He was dressed in a warm sand color light wrap tunic with a simple tied belt and slacks.  It was attractive yet casual Betazoid style which certainly made him look far more approachable than a Starfleet Commodore’s uniform.

    Willow: Commodore, Taybrim, Sal, Sal Taybrim, ::As usual her words flowed out of her mouth in a complete rush, attempting to keep pace with her million mile per minute thoughts:: I completely apologize, I did not see you there, I was lost in my head, on a mission so to speak. 

    He smiled to her, bright like the dawning rays of the sun and fell into step beside the Risian security officer.

    Taybrim: We’re off duty, Sal is fine.  

    He smiled, enjoying the casual connections.  Of course some officers preferred formality at all times – Sal could understand that reliable separation of duty and personal.  But he liked the warmth of connection.

    Taybrim: Where are you headed on this beautiful day, Willow?

    Willow: Well I was going to go to the beach. I know it is artificially created but it reminds me a great deal of home, the moon festival. Besides Ksivi-Sava kept mentioning it when in my body and the faded memories are hard to let go of. 

    The body swap.  It was funny how many things it brought to the surface.  Since returning to his own body Sal had found that his recently repaired telepathy was now tingly – like it was on fire and ready to reach out and connect.  A new sensation that he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager – and he was quite far from a teenager anymore.  

    He rolled his mental focus back to Willow, and wondered what a Risian Moon Festival was like.

    Taybrim: I hear there’s festival on the beaches, though I don’t know much about it.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but I assume that’s your destination?

    Willow: You are more than welcome to join me and in fact I would love it if you joined me. But I’m not going to force you. I’d hate to force you. I want you to be able to make your own choices, not be influenced by me. I mean I don’t let myself get influenced by others opinions and neither should you… ::Deep breath in:: 

    He smiled warmly, calmly, reassuringly.

    Taybrim: No forcing needed.  I would love to come with you!  I haven’t seen this festival before and I want to learn more about it!

    Willow: ?

    He considered that.  Things on StarBase 118 were – of course – not the same as they were on one’s home planet.  But they were charming and community-affirming and wonderful nonetheless.

    Taybrim: I hear music and see swags of flowers, all of which is a good sign…

    Willow: ?

    They neared the slowly growing party on the beaches of Little Risa, and could start to smell grilled meats and vegetables, and the sweet smell of fresh fruits.

    The crowd started to get a bit thicker as people were weaving their way through local vendor stalls and the brightly decorated shops towards the beach.

    Sal was about to point out rows of decorative fire torches that looked like they were being readied for some sort of entertainment when a familiar presence brushed past his mind.

    And he noticed.

    That was the most amazing part – he noticed, with his telepathy, the mind of someone else.  It had been over a decade since that happened.

    He turned, eyes scanning for that impression.

    Taybrim: Counselor Stendhal?

    The words came from his lips in surprise, partly at finding the correct person nearby, and partially because he had noticed this – him!  The broken telepath noticed something with telepathy.

    For a split second he felt dizzy – almost giddy.

    Stendhal: ?

    Taybrim: By the rings, it’s been ages!  And you’re back here on StarBase 118!

    He called out, delighted.

    Stendhal: ?

    He waved her over and waved Willow over.

    Taybrim: Come.  I’d like you to meet the amazing Haukea-Willow.  Willow, meet Counselor Karen Stendhal. 

    Two fantastic friends.  He hoped they would become fantastic friends.

    He induled a moment in his empathy and let the feelings of fun and friendship and frolic from the festival wash over him like a big fuzzy mental blanket.

    Stendhal/Willow: ?

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  7. @Ksivi-Sava I just wanted to say that I highly enjoyed reading this sim. You did a fantastic job "creating" an experience for Ksivi-Sava that blended the current situation and memories of Haukea, even though I didn't have much for you to go on. Made me laugh and smile. ❤️

    ((Sannin VII - Cardassian Embassy - Corridor))

    Ksivi-Sava: ::yelling, all the while waving at everybody in a sprawling gesture:: We all have to do better! We have to deal with this madness, because that’s what it is! Madness! Tell me you remember your mothers! Tell me with a straight face!

    For the time being, Ksivi-Sava’s body was at least quite literally holding the insane reporter in check. However, he—no, she, it was Sherlock, for goodness’ sake—seemed to hold a much lesser grasp on the severity of what was happening:

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): ::to the real Ksivi-Sava while holding a flailing suspect:: Of course I remember my mother, she takes every chance she can to tell me how much she hates that I joined Starfleet.

    No, your mother, not my father, Ksivi-Sava wanted to yell at Ksivi-Sava. After all, she had said “mother”… No, he had said “mother”; he was a he! That was right, Ksivi-Sava was here, not over there, talking neither about Ksivi-Sava’s mother nor Ksivi-Sava’s father, because that one wasn’t Ksivi-Sava. Sherlock. That had to be Sherlock, talking about Sherlock’s mother, not Ksivi-Sava’s father, and he was— Willow, right? But Willow had been to a beach before, so how come he hadn’t? She couldn’t really be Willow then, could she? Her nose hurt.

    Iru: Oh my g- ::she cut herself off. one shouldn’t enrage the crazy:: Put. Me. Down. ::her voice was low. which added to the hooded look her pointed and sunken appearance already had.::

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): No! Not until you calm down.

    Willow (as Sherlock): No. Put her down. Hands to yourself! ::tone much like that of a school teacher::

    On closer inspection, that was probably Willow. Ksivi-Sava (because that’s who he was, by everything decent!) tried to take deep breaths, but awkwardly metallic blood interfered with her circular breathing technique. How was one supposed to practice proper mindfulness this way?

    Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::grabbing hold of her head, progressively ruffling more hair while mumbling:: Keep it together.

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): ::pouting:: Fine, Lieutenant. I'll put her down.

    And just like that, the scraggy figure plummeted to her posterior. Funnelled through Willow’s eyes and optical nerves, the bizarre imagery entered Ksivi-Sava’s mind right through some of the substantial cracks that had formed in it, like a rather neatly-fitting wedge shoved between the fragments. He needed a handkerchief for his nose.

    Iru: You! Ugh!

    While patting down Willow’s sides in search of a handkerchief, Ksivi-Sava noticed the odd stranger picking up a PADD that she somehow must have lost. He briefly glanced across the floor in search for a handkerchief, even a pack of tissues. Perhaps she would lend him one if he helped pick up her things… but alas, she didn’t seem to have lost anything that would help with his nose. Who was that poor lady, anyway?

    Willow (as Sherlock): I told you we don’t consent to being recorded!

    Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): How is that important right now? I need something for my nose, and there was another thing, too, something about the nose… ::briefly pondering, then rambling on:: Right, breathing, I needed to breathe, because of something really terrifying, something…

    He blew out a remarkably substantial remainder of breath, considering he hadn’t taken any since the beginning of his objection. Some of the pressing reality of their situation dawned on him anew, prompting him to ruffle more of Willow’s hair and attempt to take more deep breaths. It was a confusing roundabout of mental and nasal congestion.

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response

    Iru: Oh no - I’m not going anywhere - ::a few steps away for her safety.:: YOU ::an old witchy like finger jutted out towards the calmest of the three… except for the whole screaming for no reason she knew of.:: Take me to your commanding officer, now!!

    Willow (as Sherlock): No.

    Yes! That was it! They had a commanding officer. They were here in this pitiful state, more or less slowly losing their mental cohesion. Well, at least Ksivi-Sava knew she was, and that was something. That discontent lady was certainly well within her rights to see Ksivi-Sava’s supervisor as much as any Risian citizen or tourist was. And while that unfortunate affair of her plummeting on her behind would be discussed with the shift commander, they could just as well examine the other matter… right, her nose! Ksivi-Sava’s nose, that’s what it was.

    Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Well, the lady seems to have a point, and… ::pointing at Willow’s nose:: I need sick leave anyway. Say, could any of you, by any chance, lend me a handkerchief?

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response

    Iru: Call him! ::there was a hint of desperation.:: Then I just call the Cardassian security. ::her threat was not hollow.::

    Willow (as Sherlock): You do that and they will have to answer to Starfleet security.

    What were they even talking about? Clearly, they were intoxicated, which might be an issue.

    Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::in a tone sounding just off enough to be the opposite of reassuring:: Well, well, what’s this talk of Cardassians and Starfleet? Let’s just all take a few deep breaths and calm down here, shall we?

    As hammered as those kids where, she might end up having to call for reinforcements at any point. But goodness, where was her communicator?  How in the name of everything decent did she lose her communicator, of all things? Had one of them nicked it from her? That was embarrassing… That’s what they had been going for all the time, hadn’t they? At least she still had her phaser. Of course, she would hate having to draw it, but if everything else failed… Tensely, she kept watching the situation unfold, her hand hopefully not too obviously close to her phaser.

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response

    Iru: Response

    Willow (as Sherlock): There are more of us where we came from. I can easily make a call and have a dozen more security officers show up. ::She was slightly fibbing but Iru didn’t need to know that.

    So it was the short one that had taken her communicator! Oh, and the sheer insolence of bragging about it… Sure, the personal ridicule she could swallow, and would likely have to keep on swallowing for quite a while, once her colleagues got wind of this. But more than that, she represented Risa—their law, their state and their very way of life; not to mention that the theft of Risian security equipment was nothing to sneeze at. Only begrudgingly did she decide to shift into bad cop mode, but if she was to keep this situation under control, a show of strength was in order. Ksivi-Sava dropped all pretensions of her hand only accidentally resting near her phaser as she took a firm step forward and pointed a tense finger at the short kid.

    Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::pointing a bloody finger at Sherlock’s body:: I would advise against that, little Miss Badass! Hand me the equipment now, or your parents will have to add a trip to the precinct to their holiday plans!

    Parents? Hadn’t there been something about parents earlier? The thought escaped Ksivi-Sava as quickly as the kids decided this was a good time for another stupid move.

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response

    Iru: Response

    Willow (as Sherlock): Go on. Try me.

    That was it. No amount of bluffing would do with those kids! They were nothing short of an immediate threat that needed containing. She had trained for this as passionately as she had always resented the prospect of ever having to go through with it—yet, they had left her no choice but to draw her weapon in a swift, well-practised move and point it at that outrageous menace to public safety.

    Instead, Ksivi-Sava clumsily tried to produce Willow’s small and fiddly Type-I phaser until it dawned on him that something was off in much the same way that a vertical atmospheric reentry on full impulse was off. As he froze in shock, he happened to be staring right into the emitter of the phaser he had just awkwardly fumbled out.

    Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::dazed:: Oh, dear. I think this is all wrong.

    A driblet of blood from Willow’s nose also dropped into the muzzle.

    Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava)/Willow (as Sherlock)/Iru: Response

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