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❝ engineering is a half thankless, but also half thankful job. we make miracles happen but we don't always get the credit for saving the day . . . but sometimes we do. ❞

#filed under > tng muses: geordi la forge #verse > tng: our continuing mission to boldly go #filed under > open rp

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so uh, in the midst of me revisiting pokemon heartgold, I moved kirk, spock, and mccoy to their own blogs.

#space station | mun ooc

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Currently been obsessed with playing video games but your normal shenanigans should resume tomorrow.

#space station | mun ooc

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❝ how many cups of coffee can I inhale as I sit in the chair before the good doc notices? ❞

#filed under > tos muses: captain kirk #verse > tos: to boldly go on our 5 year mission #filed under > open rp #me drinking an energy drink: u right kirk u right

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#space station | mun ooc #slides this out again

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#space station | mun ooc #see post below #hit me with any thoughts

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reblog this and make a post with 🐻 to let your mutuals comment nice things about you and/or your portrayal on!

#filed under > memes: energize

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❝ this is a place of nourishment. the fact that others choose to impose small talk is unrelated and simply a human impulse. ❞ after all, the purpose of the mess hall was to allow them to nourish their bodies. meals can be carried out in silence. he offered her company. whether or not she chose to afford the small talk to him was her decision and one he has come to accept as an inevitability every time he stepped through those doors. although, most people saw him as cold and unwelcoming and thus seemed to steer clear of him.

the contradiction does not go unnoticed and an eyebrow is raised. ❝ work related. although, one might say I find relaxation in . . . work. ❞ vulcans do not expend unnecessary energy. if reading the latest report from his science station did not expend energy then he failed to see why he shouldn't read it and be productive.

of all people on this ship, she is the least likely to impose small talk on their resident half-vulcan. and so, while she accepts the offer to join him, she does so with an eyebrow raised in half-incredulity, half-challenge. with a glance at the mess hall surrounding them, she remarks, ❛ and yet, you choose to sit here where others might require small talk of you. ❜ she phrases it merely as an observation, not a question.

besides, he survived his initial hours aboard this ship in her company, under less than ideal circumstances. he can survive the scattering of minutes required for a swift breakfast. ❛ as I have never understood the purpose of small talk, you may consider yourself safe. ❜ yet in near contradiction of her promise, she gestures with a solitary finger in the direction of his padd. ❛ work, or relaxation? ❜

#filed under > snw muses: spock #verse > snw: to explore strange new worlds #owedfavors

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anyone wanna plot things? like this for me to message you.

#space station | mun ooc #official plotting call since i have next 2 days off

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anyone wanna plot things? like this for me to message you.

#space station | mun ooc #official plotting call since i have next 2 days off

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I'm at work but here is my discord: crescent_moons

If you prefer plotting there, feel free to add me. Just let me know who you are!

#space station | mun ooc

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I'm at work but here is my discord: crescent_moons

If you prefer plotting there, feel free to add me. Just let me know who you are!

#space station | mun ooc #i am now off work but this still applies if you wanna plot

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I'm at work but here is my discord: crescent_moons

If you prefer plotting there, feel free to add me. Just let me know who you are!

#space station | mun ooc

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Geordi is thankful that Data did not launch into one of his tangents, but he did predict that he'd be asked to reverse the process. well, there is only so much he can do to help his friend. though, in time he did think Data would be able to create something organic. in many ways, Data was already human. often times, he showed it ---- at least to Geordi ------ in many ways. small ways, but ways nonetheless. he had attachments. he had his own brand of humor when he wasn't ambushing them with terrible jokes. it was small, but it mattered. he simply needed to cross that invisible boundary.

❝ yes, you did. you asked me to empty all of your files about music into this piano so you could create something original without drawing on already established pieces and styles. are you sure you want me to transfer it back? ❞

he waits for a moment, having told Data was he was doing. the moment Data says yes, however, he will work the controls of the computer to transfer all of that knowledge back into the folders ----- back into Data's mind.

still, he didn't really foresee Data making much progress this way. ❝ maybe when we transfer the music we can narrow it down so that you still retain some examples from which to draw from, but the majority of it remains in the computer? certain files ------ is there a style you're wanting and I can transfer some files back to you pertaining to it so that you can create? ❞

"There has been great debate for centuries over the differences between the automated production of entertainment via computers and the original art of living minds... I merely wish to ascertain that what I create solidly falls into the la-"Data cut off abruptly. The transfer had just completed. He stared blankly at the clutter on the table before him and, with no explanation for it, replayed the last few moments of his memory logs. "Violin concerto? Ah, a musical composition for a solo violin or violins accompanied by an orchestra."

Out of habit, Data searched through his mind for an example and came back with nothing... or, more specifically, empty folders where something should be. An attempt to trace the location of these files only came back with the realization that there were several memory files missing too, ones he presumed included any examples of violin concertos, whatever those were outside of their dictionary definition.

Point three seconds more searching produced a single instructional note, presumably left by himself - 'attempt an original composition'. That, at least, explained the padds and traditional sheets of paper and, golden eyes moving over the table, studying each detail, he could only presume that his missing files were in the server sitting there amongst the controlled muddle.

Data's shoulders slumped and he set down the pen he had not been able to remember he was holding. "Geordi, I presume I asked you to supervise whatever it was I was attempting. Please reverse the process. I no longer remember what I was meant to be creating."

#filed under > tng muses: geordi la forge #verse > tng: our continuing mission to boldly go #ltcommanderandroid #sorry for the delay!

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Spock is open and honest to a point. but a point as sharp and painful as a porcupine's quill. he is no stranger to criticism, nor is he to the harsh yelling of a mad man. Kirk's background is all together rough. pulled together by spit and gum. his upbringing was harsh. where Spock had opportunities ------- he did not. he never cared enough to seek them or pay attention to his peers or teachers. he was rebellious and young. a daredevil who tempted fate all too often and was one step from leaping off a cliff. Spock however, was brilliant. he had something to prove. he had logic. he was vulcan and Kirk recalled once hearing that he almost got into the Vulcan academy ------ even if they were close minded and prejudiced against him for having human blood.

Kirk wanted to prove that being human was not dirty. that human was not a dirty word. he could be logical, even if only tenuously. Vulcans simply had the wrong idea and though they touted themselves as having grown beyond such things, it was a sham. a lie. a lie that he saw through and had successfully fought against to save Spock from himself and obtain command.

he wodnered if Spock begrudged him for breaking the neatly precise rules of his rigged test and taking command when Pike left him in charge after he'd thrown him from the ship. but such a wonder was something he'd not voice in this moment. rather, he decides to allow moments of silence to tick between them.

he tries not to wear such thoughts or emotions on his face. he wants to keep Spock guessing, to remain a blank canvas as he thinks, ponders upon the options as a captain young in years and experience. the lives of this crew are his responsibility and he must logically put this past them and move forward. be amenable. he must be malleable.

❝ a game of chess. we play and have a conversation ------ clear and honest dialogue. what do you say? off the clock, as friends. ❞

Jim Kirk defies reason. It is a reality that confronts Spock at every turn, a truth he felt even before they met face to face. Kirk is a contradiction from the very first: a mind brilliant enough to undermine the precise programming of the Kobayashi Maru, but wild and undisciplined and willing to cheat the clear parameters of the test. Spock may have come to trust his new captain to some extent — trial by fire, he believes the saying goes — but his original thesis stands. Kirk is a walking, breathing contradiction. Reason and logic twist impossibly around him, and every time he should fail, stubborn ingenuity pulls him through instead. Perhaps, within the restless brilliance of Jim Kirk's mind, there is simply no need for the constraints of mortal logic. Perhaps— That is what makes him so dangerously fascinating. Spock tilts his chin a swift if careful fraction, head tipped like a bird’s. While any endeavor to seek constructive criticism and improve their performance as a command team has merit, he cannot prevent the way his mind slips into uncontainable wondering, grasping at Kirk’s explanation. Regurgitating his perspective on Kirk’s command is no unfamiliar task, nor is his offering advice a difficult one. But Spock cannot abide by any notion he has not exceeded — or even met — expectations.

“ I am, ” Spock straightens, “ —amenable to your suggestion. How do you propose we proceed? ”

#he is trying his best #filed under > aos muses: captain kirk #verse > aos: our 5 year mission #fasciinating

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❝ fuck it. we ball. ❞

#filed under > snw muses: ortegas #verse > snw: to explore strange new worlds #filed under > open rp #thats such an ortegas mood

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❝ why dont you walk with me down to the rec room? or we can hit the gym throw a few punches at one of the punching bags. I feel like letting off some steam today. ❞

@justicescreaming -> starter call for Chapel.

#filed under > snw muses: una chin riley #verse > snw: to explore strange new worlds #justicescreaming