photosynthetic-phenomenon
Do Vulcans blush green? (I really want to know!)
Hi! I'm Gaila. I'm studying Engineering at Starfleet Academy. I love warp engines!
Tell me your stories! Anons are welcome. :)
"photosyntheticphenomenon" is my tracked tag. (If you use a hyphen, the tag won't work.)
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Another drawing of me. Was there some Terran holiday recently or something? Or is this some kind of courtship gift? I'm not sure, but it's really sweet of them, and I love those boots. :D
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This is probably my favorite outfit. Check out my friend's artwork! :D
It would seem I’m on a bit of a Gaila kick.
Quick sketch to determine an outfit for another picture.
Heavily inspired my Gareth Pugh and Balenciaga.
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My friend gave me a gift today! Aren't they talented?
This reminds me that I should really try to get more UV. My freckles are fading, which is the first sign of inadequate UV nourishment.
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#ooc#I've been buried in fun happy science work recently#sorry I haven't been on much!#definitely this weekend though#after I sleeeeeep
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I suppose that's true, you and i will probably share a few classes by the time we graduate. Pavel? No, I haven't directly. He's in one or two of my classes, but I can't say we've ever talk outside of them.
Oh, Pasha is a sweet!
He really loves physics, and he knows it better than he knows people!
I mean, not that he’s bad with people. He’s just shy but very good at cuddling!
#Gaila RP#Carol#Pavel#irussianwhizkid#theadmiralsdaughter#ooc: Gaila sometimes speaks a bit ideosyncratically#not a typo :D#ask
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It's nice to meet you Gaila! I'm a science student, focusing on physics. What about you?
Physics? I love physics!
I’m in Engineering, but you have to know physics to work on warp engines! That’s what I want to do. Have you met Pavel yet? We were discussing some new research just a few days ago.
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Gaila had come to this port hoping to find a good mechanic.
A malfunction in her portable transporter unit had brought her to this strange planet, a place where no one had heard of Orions or the Federation.
There was no way Gaila was going to stay in a place where everyone thought she was a Terran in green paint.
So far, she'd only met one mechanic who hadn't leered at her, despite the full-body covering that hid her green skin. But the man had asked for an amount of currency worth as much as Gaila's little finger before he would even take a look.
Most Starfleet officers had been born in the Federation, where there was more than enough energy and resources to go around. In the Federation, credits were a formality. Currency was usually unnecessary.
Unlike most other officers, Gaila had grown up on Orion Prime, where there was only enough to go around for those who were lucky. She had been lucky, and then she had been a slave, and after that she'd negotiated many deals to make it to the Federation.
Gaila wouldn't be swindled. She just hoped she could find a good mechanic, and maybe passage off this planet to somewhere a bit more... inhabited.
Ten feet in front of her, a small Terran woman sat in front of a rough but well built ship.
“Oh, hello," the woman said with a small wave, “how’re you? Everything all right or are you needin’ some assistance?"
Gaila smelled nothing manipulative in her cheerful demeanor.
"I need a mechanic," Gaila said, hoping the shade from her hat disguised the strip of green skin visible above her face covering. "Do you know anyone?"
A Brief Respite || OPEN
Kaylee hummed softly to herself as she sat in front of Serenity. It wasn’t very often she got to get out of the ship, and while she loved the machine dearly it was nice to get some fresh air and not have to worry about lugging cargo or breaking into a hospital. She loved her life, but it was nice to be able to relax once in awhile. She looked up with a grin as she noticed someone approach her. Shielding the sun from her eyes she gave the person a smile. “Oh, hello," she greeted with a small wave, “how’re you? Everything all right or are you needin’ some assistance?"
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Gaila thought her other self looked a little disappointed - is that how Gaila looked when she was disappointed? She couldn't be certain. She'd only practiced seduction in mirrors, and that had been a long time ago.
"We should find Montgomery Scott. Do you know him?"
Wait, though... Gaila had met Scotty aboard the Enterprise, and before that he'd been on Delta Vega. Dammit.
"On second thought... do you have access to a transporter?"
Gaila laughed at the Terran expression.
"You mean like us in a bowl?" she said with a wink, and took a bite of the brown ice cream.
And OH, that was good.
"OHHH, that is as delicious as we are," she confirmed, laughing through her moans.
After she finished her ice cream, Gaila bit her lip.
"I, uh… I need to find a way back home. Care to help?"
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Orion culture wasn't built on timeliness, and neither was Gaila.
Professor Shiral, in contrast, was a stickler for being on time, and Gaila had been almost a minute late to class every day so far this week.
She wasn't exactly inconspicuous, the lone spot of green on a beach of pink and brown.
She looked down and tapped the inside right wrist of her uniform. 7:58, and she was three minutes away.
Dammit.
But just as she was about to break into a jog, she ran headlong into a light brown colored cadet and nearly tumbled into the grass beside the concrete path.
"Ah, sorry!" the other cadet said.
"Oh, gosh, I wasn't looking! Are you okay?"
Gaila caught sight of her big eyes and pretty dimples and winced even harder. Pretty, too.
Starfleet Academy.
It seemed like the most logical choice in finding out what happened to her friends, her family; they would have records, she knew. Hidden, ghost files maybe, but there was no doubt that some answers could be found there. Adopting a false record was exceptionally easy.
{ men were so easy to bribe with a flash of skin;
or a kiss that held promise. }
Now, she was no longer an augment, but a registered Starfleet student, studying engineering. Out of her usual field, though it would hardly be impossible to pick up the talent. That was, of course, the main reason perfected humans were created — to better the human race with their learning curve. Or, at least it was. Catching sight of fire-read hair, her target was secured; and with a few placed movements, Sana nearly knocked over the other woman.
❝Ah, sorry!❞
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Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
Walt Whitman (via millyzoreen)
My sister. :) I love you, Ny.
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What a good song! :)
Ke$ha- Die young (Deconstructed)
#Gaila RP#blog#ooc: no she doesn't die during the Battle of Vulcan#but this is her understanding of how the world works#she could die at any moment
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Gaila frowned. She really trusted Len with this over anyone else.
The words 'I'll come back later,' were floating through her mind - but were quickly cut off by a stab of pain that made her have to sit down on the nearest chair.
"It's the sensory fibers - they're still growing back, and sometimes they send signals that my skin's cracking." Again, she wanted to add, and didn't. She supposed she should mention how she injured her leg, but she preferred not to talk about it - and it should have been in her file, anyway.
"Could you help me out, Doc?"
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#Gaila AU#au: jameson#ooc: sorry this took so long :) IRL has had me not wanting to write#but I'm back now!
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IF I MAKE A TYPO IN A TEXT POST, PLEASE FIX IT WHEN YOU REBLOG IT. THIS IS ME GIVING YOU ACTUAL, LEGAL, WRITTEN PERMISSION.
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I feel incredibly blessed sometimes to have so many people in my life who give a really good handjob.
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"Hi, Doc," Gaila said, pressing her fingers to her painfully tingling thigh. "My scar's acting up today. Is Len around?"
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"Hello, I’m Dr. Brooks. Can I help you with something?"
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"Some pictures from that party. Jim helped me pick out the dress - I rather like it."
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End-of-the-year party
Venue: the Flying Horse (the one at the end of the street)
Date: next Saturday
Dresscode: wear whatever the hell you want, but keep it classy
Additional information: first three drinks are on the house, anything after that will have to be paid
It'll be fun!
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