Alieth

@CorlissNO!

Catching a lot of SIMs afters these weeks out and SWEET SURAK BEAR @Jo Marshall 😂

In the words of the eminent doctor Phlox

woho! welcome to the fleet!

Punk is not dead! Meru is one

I'm reareading this sim and this gem appeared again Then you dare to ask why we blame you @Tahna Meru😂

I'm hella late catching reading but SWEET SURAK LENA @Quinn Reynolds 😂

Welcome to the fleet Krik!

@Tahna Meruis a troublemaker: confirmed 😂

Trully awesome, and a super interesting point of view to have a deeper insight into Meru, great job!

@Jo MarshallI NEED to see this art piece now 👀

@Corlissi've no proof but pretty sure this happened

Welcome on board all you guys! Hope you enjoy the fleet

@CorlissI'm just SPEECHLESS 😂

A pun in a medical appointment for poor eyesight? RUDE 😂

I have always loved each and every award ceremony I have read, because they are a love poem to the crew to all the good things that have happened, and it allows you to be very emotional and uplifting. I also think they are one of the MOST DIFFICULT scenes to write, because there is so much text that it is difficult to handle often, and keeping a pleasant pace, not forgetting ANY DETAIL of what the crew has done, spending time to recall a bit of each and every one of the crew members and, at the same time, giving a glimpse into the mind of the character from whose perspective it is written is a real CHALLENGE. However, here @Quinn Reynolds and @Jo Marshall do it EXCELLENTLY and not only that, but with some of the most beautiful and evocative descriptions I've read in a while. A sample of their greatness as writers, as gorkon staff, and as people as a whole. Wonderful work, my congratulations to Em & Em and, by extension, to all the crew of the Gorkon! Part I Part II

welcome to the fleet

I love when there is a bit of worldbuilding around alien spacies we barely have two hints about. Couple it with some insight of a character a mystery unfolding and i'm here eager for more. Good job @Bryce Tagren-Quinn ((Personal Quarters, USS Gorkon)) Getting lingering to do’s checked off the list was a great feeling. The long-awaited counseling session with Doctor Randall via secure subspace transmission went without a hitch. They talked about his transition to the Gorkon and how he felt about future sessions with the counseling team on the ship. While Bryce had shared his reservations, Randall had indicated what he felt was normal; which, of course, they both knew. Before he could dwell on the conversation even further, another one blinked for his attention as he sat at the edge of his bed. Glancing at the PADD, he pressed the key to accept in the incoming call and quickly adjusted his hair, knowing the woman on the other end would pick up on infinitesimal details. A few seconds elapsed before she appeared on the screen; her eyes, an unnatural vibrant green, and her hair a fiery shade of red. Her skin was pale and smooth. Long earrings dangled from her dainty ears; a bold, banded agate necklace hung in a 20 inch drop. Her clothes, airy and almost robe-like, made of silk and chiffon, floral and loud. He put on his best smile; not too forced, though, or else she would ask probing questions right out of the gate. She was an eccentric woman, a deeply insightful one. It was almost… scary. Lelian: Bry, you are looking well. His grandmother, a full-blooded El-Aurian and survivor of the SS Lakul. She was likely over 500 years old but didn’t look a day over… 25? She was a mystery to him, even if they have had some interactions over the years. It was… just still mind-boggling to him sometimes. Tagren-Quinn: Thanks, so are you. How have you been? And they chatted about little things, nothing in particular. He figured she was just checking in on him but he also knew that Lelian wasn’t one to call without purpose. Maybe she genuinely wanted to see how… Lelian: You have another El-Aurian on the ship, don’t you? Bryce blinked, confusion etched across his features. Tagren-Quinn: Um, what… why would you ask… Lelian: Oh, nevermind. It’s my mistake. But tell me… have you found your place to exist? Her intense, penetrating gaze locked onto his eyes as she said it, and Bryce could have sworn—his abdominal muscles clenched violently, and he had to turn his head and blink back tears as stomach acid reached up his esophagus and burned into his throat. He coughed into a balled up hand. Tagren-Quinn: Ex-excuse me? Blinking rapidly at the screen, he saw her eyebrow arch. Lelian: On the Gorkon, I mean. Have you settled in? Tagren-Quinn: Yes… Lelian: So, you’ve found your place to exist? And again, it happened but this time Bryce was able to reach for his wastebasket. It took him a moment to compose himself, wiping the back of his hand along his lips before his gaze reached Lelian’s on the monitor once again. That look. She had the smuggest look on his face. Like she knew a secret. Like she was on the cusp on some grand discovery. What the hell did… Lelian: I knew it. Tagren-Quinn: What… what are you talking about? Lelian: Af-Kelt1. Tagren-Quinn: Half Celt? What… what does that mean? All she did was smile and shake her head. Lelian: We’ll talk again soon, vea-nevra2. And that was that. The communication ended abruptly. The doctor just sat there, blinking and staring at his floor, processing the exchange in total, utter confusion. He dumped the contents of his wastebasket into the recycler before setting his PADD on the nightstand, brushing his teeth, and moving into the living space where Ensign Martin Watson was. Tagren-Quinn: Hey Martin, how was your day? Bryce strolled over to the replicator but made sure to offer a small smile, even if his mind was preoccupied. Watson: Response Tagren-Quinn: Sickbay was busy but… you know, a day in the life. Just had a few calls I wrapped up on. He threw a thumb over his shoulder. Hence the sequestering in his bedroom. Watson: Response Tagren-Quinn: Crackers, saltine. Ginger tea, hot, lightly sweetened. The order was placed in the replicator and, in a matter of seconds, the items appeared before him. He took a nibble on a cracker and sipped on the tea, planting himself at the table in the process. Tagren-Quinn: How… how have you been settling in? This time, with the cracker and tea easing his raging stomach, Bryce’s smile was a bit more clear though the fact, the irony that he had been asked the same question by his grandmother was not lost on him. Watson: Response OOC: 1af-kelt →a form of time sickness unique to El-Aurians, often because of a time disturbance or an echo of their own future. 2vea-nevra → unknown; believed to be a term of endearment, perhaps between a grandparent and grandchild. -- Ensign Bryce Tagren-Quinn, M.D. Medical Officer USS Gorkon (NCC-82293) T238909AT0

welcome to the fleet!

thank you so much for all the time and effort put in this! It's a blast every year thank for you! (even if @Genkos Adeawas so mad that we were in the verge of cut them in the middle of the full thing )

Congratulations!

The MAYHEM @Tahna Meru 😂 ((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Gorkon)) Gorkon bingo. What a concept. Get into a little trouble, have a little fun...try not to get demoted. They approached the doors, and Meru looked at her friend. For purposes of this assignment, using tricorders to keep tabs on nearby crew almost felt like cheating, so they’d been left behind. “Standard sensor checks,” that was their excuse if they got caught. The women shared a nod, and opened the doors—with the ship in dock, the bridge was blessedly empty, but they knew it might not stay that way for long. There was always some security officer around keeping tabs, and a whole shift ready to take over the bridge at a moment's notice. But for now, for at least a few minutes, they had the bridge all to themselves. It was almost too easy, and that made Meru nervous, but she didn't let it show, instead projecting an air of supreme confidence. Tahna: Step one clear. Time to bring in the operative. Ena stood at attention, in the typical Bajoran military fashion, and making Meru giggle with her salute. Ico: Aye aye, sir! They’d enlisted the help of a massive dog bone to convince CC to wait in a Jefferies tube that led to the bridge. Now, they just had to get the uniform on, sit her in the Captain's chair, and take a picture. Simple. Tahna: To the tube! Ena squealed, and the girls moved to the Jefferies tube outlet. Meru opened the tube's hatch on the bridge, calling into it in a sing-songy voice. Tahna: Cheeeeesecaaaaake! Ico: Come here, puppy! Come here CC! Watanabe: Borrobork! Cheesecake’s bark echoed through the tube, but there was no sign of movement. Just the squeak of a giant dog bone rubbing against tooth and metal as an equally giant dog broke it into pieces. The Bajorans shared a glance. Ico: I think she doesn't want to leave the tube Tahna: Why? I thought she would just come when called. It’s occurring to me that I don’t really understand how dogs work. Ico: I don't know, maybe the bone we have replicated is just too good? Maybe we should go in and look for her. Another shared glance, and Meru began shaking her head, knowing what Ena was thinking before she even said it. Too much mischief had been accomplished together to not understand what that look meant. Ico: I think I'm too tall to fit there.... hummm why don't you go inside? You can grab the bone or the CC collar, and I'll pull your feet from here to get you both out. Tahna: You are barely taller than me. ::She held up her two fingers, barely separated, to illustrate the difference.:: A smidge! Ico: Well, do you have a better plan? Tahna: Replicate another bone? But why would CC want this bone when she already had one in the tube? Meru frowned at the dark green carpet, sighed, and looked back to the tiny Jefferies tube. Tahna: Alright. Fine. But you better not drop me this time, or I’ll see your rotation in security is doubled! Could she do that? She had no idea, actually, and there was a good chance they’d both be doing unpleasant jobs for the next month if they didn’t hurry up and were caught. Detail cleaning test tubes with a sonic toothbrush, scrubbing the transporter pads…who knew what the appropriate punishment was for sitting a dog in the Captain’s chair. Though there weren’t any strict rules against it as far as she knew (because hadn't needed to be), just…it wasn’t exactly professional or appropriate. Ico: Response Meru crawled into the tube head-first, not having to go very far before she ran into the big dog and her dog breath and dog slobber and…dogs were best experienced in less cramped quarters, she decided. Room with more air to breathe and disperse the dog odors. Tahna: Hi, CC. Come on, now. Watanabe: Response She grabbed the dog’s bone in one hand, her collar in the other, and waved the wet, slobbery, gross bone just out of Cheesecake’s reach. Yeah, dogs were definitely better experienced out of the Jefferies tubes in the open. Tahna: Okay, pull me up! And please don’t drop me, she silently added, as she felt the hands gripping her ankles. Ico: Response When they emerged into the twilight of the early morning bridge, Meru dropped the slobbery bone on the carpet, wiped her hand on her pants, and rolled over onto her back. She took several deep, blissfully dog-breath free breaths, eyes closed, before sitting up and looking at her friend. Her friend, who looked so smug to have not been the one dropped down the tube in pursuit of the hound. Tahna: Get that uniform on her and get her in the chair, quick! Ico/Watanabe: Response ((OOC: Leaving room for you to expand here as you wish, since I jumped a bit to catch up to the Addison sim.)) After begging, bribing, and wrestling the massive dog into the uniform (and using up more of their precious time), Captain Cheesecake Watanabe was born. Meru helped situate the dog in the chair (glad to have thought to bring a lint roller to clean up the mess afterward). She looked at Ena and giggled. Tahna: Captain Watanabe on the bridge! Ico/Watanabe: Response They had almost gotten away with it. Almost got in and out without being spotted, almost checked off a square on Gorkon bingo without facing any repercussions, almost broken FedNet and Baj-gram in one fell swoop. If it weren’t for a single meddling crewman (who, to be fair, wasn’t meddling so much as doing his job, but nonetheless…). Addison: Whuh… ::He had to work to get the words past his dry tongue:: What are you doing?! His PADD clattered to the floor, his mouth hanging open like he was trying to catch liccie bugs. Meru stared at the PADD, trying to buy time to think of an appropriate excuse. “Sensor checks” was their plan if they were caught without the dog, but with the dog… She frowned. The PADD was set up in word processor mode—he was writing something, and not a report. Ico: Response Addison: But… You’re not supposed to b...be here. And that… dog really isn’t supposed to be here! Tahna: Cheesecake Watanabe is a member of the counseling staff, she’s not just any dog. Ico: Response He finally noticed his PADD, forgotten on the floor, and retrieved it, seeming embarrassed. Good. That writing was their bargaining chip. Addison: What are you doing anyway? Right, time for the excuse. He may or may not be interested in Gorkon bingo, but he surely would have some sympathy for creative expression, given his apparent writing on duty. Meru cleared her throat and stood at attention, locking eyes with the helmsman. She let confidence drip from her voice, confidence she didn’t feel but had gotten quite adept at faking. Tahna: Cheesecake Watanabe is a member of the Gorkon’s counseling staff, and belongs to Lieutenant Alieth, Chief Science Officer. We were making a birthday card for Alieth, to show our appreciation to her as our department chief. Birthday card for Alieth? Maybe she should have spent a little longer coming up with an excuse. Though Alieth seemed to have a mischievous streak herself, so maybe this was exactly the sort of birthday card she’d appreciate. That was happening soon, wasn’t it? Ico/Addison/Watanabe: Response Tahna: We were already planning to clean up after ourselves, you don’t need to worry about any of that. It’ll be like we were never here. And, if you need someone to provide feedback on your…story…I like to read. She raised an eyebrow, offered a hint of a smile. The last sentence toed the line between a friendly offer and a threat, though she definitely meant it to be more friendly; neither of them were operating exactly within their specified job parameters tonight, it seemed. Ico/Addison/Watanabe: Response -- Lieutenant (j.g.) Tahna Meru Science Officer USS Gorkon (NCC-82293) G239801TM4

Congratulations!

Ah boy super well deserved! Nice work you guys, you made an incredible round this year!