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procrastinatorproject · 4 months

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From the Star Trek ask game:

48. Name a song or music genre you think each of the la Sirena holo squad would like.

I don't really listen to a lot of music, so I can't talk too much about specific songs or 20th/21st century genres. Fortunately, this is Star Trek, so I get to be creative 😁😁😁

Emil: I mean, if you've read my fic, you know my Emil listens to all kinds of opera and likes to sing it, too! Doesn't have to be Klingon opera, either. He once spent a delightful afternooon being taught the finer points of Bynar coloratura by Xyr (the star tenor Rios hooked up with one time and whom Emil has a crush on admires).

When it's not opera, Emil probably listens to various forms of jazz, about which he has Very Strong Opinions. (Of course, he would never go so far as to, say, have a protracted argument with someone on Federation hypernet message boards about the merits of warp-shift-amplifiers on Tellarite slop jazz, but in his defense, cargo runs really do get very boring sometimes when you don't want to risk turning off and not being there when your captain gets himself shot again......)

Ian: He'd say Scottish folk music as a matter of pride, but he also unironically loves it! He has a vast repository of sheet music for historic tunes set for various instruments and always keeps an eye out for new talent from Scotland or Caldos Colony that might be worth keeping an eye on. He does play the bagpipes himself, too, though usually only when nobody from te non-holographic crew is on board. He has also been known to lead a rousing round of sea shanties every now and again.

Other than that, he also enjoys really experimental genres. There was an unfortunate incident a few months ago where Ian was listening to a new album from an underground spectral punk band while he did engine maintenance. He was sure he wouldn't be bothering anyone, because the music wasn't in the audible spectrum for humans and only Rios and Agnes were on board at the time. About twenty minutes into the record, he got a very salty message from Emil, asking him to please stop playing music that could cause crippling migraines and ruptured ear drums in his patients...

Enoch: Enoch is all for the Federation equivalent of top 40 radio. He sometimes sneaks onto the holodeck to watch concert-transmissions from the latest Andorian pop princess or Bajoran singer-songwriter. When he's sitting watch on the bridge on the rare occasions Rios is asleep (not that he needs to be there, the computer would activate him, if his services were required, but it feels right to physically keep an eye on things, you know?) he'll often tune in to the biggest music broadcasts to keep up with new music and concert dates.

Enoch also has a knack for finding the exact song, musician, or current trend that is most likely to piss off Rios and to then fall in love with it completely. He claims it's entirely coincidental, and Emil has seriously considered writing a psychology paper about this phenomenon and what it might say about the origins of musical taste and aversion. Emil and Agnes have spent many an hour sipping tea together, watching with rapt attention as Enoch and Rios yell at each other about the "Taylor Swift Revival"-Revival Band and what is or isn't sacrilege to force poor Sirena to play through her speakers. (The rumour that there was popcorn consumed with the tea is pure slander, though!)

Emmet: Emmet has the great advantage that he does not give a fuck what anyone thinks of him or his taste in music. He has had phases where he'd be listening to metal and grunge at top volume (usually only in his head, though occasionally he'd "accidentally" blast it over the ship's speakers). But he also enjoys all kinds of classical and historical music and has listened to every genre of punk known to the Federation's audio libraries.

Then there was a memorable week where he got so into Trill's childrens music that Steward had to ask Ian to block the sound files, because the inane ear worms were starting to infect the other EH's over their shared neural pathways, and Rios had threatened that the next holo humming the tune to "Where are you wriggling little worm?" would be scrubbed from the system.

But Emmet's secret joy, the music he doesn't really tell the others about or ever listens to where anyone can hear, are whale songs. He knows the songs of roughly two thousand different species, both from Earth Whales and other aquatic mammals that communicate in similar fashions. He even has a few very rare recordings of space whale calls, and nobody has dared to ask what he had to do to get his hands on those.

Steward: Steward, on the other hand, cares A Lot what people think about his musical tastes. He would like to be sohpisticated and classy, and enjoy opera and jazz as much as Emil and the captain, or have some deep cultural ties to a genre of music he enjoys, like Ian. But alas, he finds it heart to really get into any of that. He has found himself tapping his foot and nodding along to some of the catchcy stuff Enoch often puts on when Rios is asleep, but he knows that's not really dignified and worries he might seem uncultured if people know he enjoys top 40 radio. (Raffi has called him a snob on more than one occasion, and he knows he'll have to do some deep thinking to overcome some of the biases his creators endowed him with, because he has come to realize his interpretation of "hospitality" differs quite a bit from what they seem to have been envisioning.)

He would really like to learn to play the guitar. He can play a lot of different instruments and his singing voice is exquisitely trained, but the guitar is one of those blindspots he was left with, after Rios's deletions to the holos' memories. Steward knows that Rios can play incredibly well himself and keeps a real, hand-crafted guitar in secure storage for the extremely rare occasions Rios has been in the mood to play. The EHH has dropped a lot of less-than-sublte hints around Agnes recently and hopes she might be able to coax Rios into getting back to a hobby he once loved.

Steward himself dreams of a time when they'll all be sitting around a campfire on the holodeck, or maybe in the open cargo bay with sand from the beach they landed on blowing up the loading ramp, and him playing the guitar as they all sing campfire songs and make smores and stockbrot.

Until then, he is going to make sure Sirena's access to the various Federation audio libraries is always running smoothly, the holodeck is perfectly calibrated and stocked to cater to everyone's needs, and their various music collections are kept in whatever way is most fitting to the individual crew member, holographic or otherwise. Because he is in charge of the welfare of every soul La Sirena, and if that means occasionally reassuring Emmet (or Rios) that he definitely s the only one besides Steward who knows about the collection of whale songs and reassuring him nobody will ever find out he likes to fall asleep to them, or helping Emil or Enoch workshop another fan letter or scathing blog post, or running simulations on Ian's latest music genres to make sure they won't wilt the botniculas, then that's all the music he needs.

This was fun! I was gonna apologize for the length of this, but then I doubt you mind, do you? 😁

Thank you so much for the opportunity to write about my favourite gaggle of hyper-competent idiots and their various exploits! This was a great way to do some worldbuilding and micro-fic-writing even when full ficlets seem out of reach, and I'm realy grateful for the inspiration!

If anyone else wants to know more: Send Me Star Trek Asks 💗 (Or alternatively: send me holo-asks! I'm alsways delighted to write stuff like this!)

#star trek la sirena #star trek picard #holo squad #emil (emh)#enoch (enh)#steward (ehh)#mister hospitality (ehh)#emmet (eth)#ian (eeh)#cristobal rios #agnes jurati #raffi musiker #(briefly)#i love all of them SO MUCH!!!!#music #ask mem #@song-spero #seriously: thank you for this!!

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 6 months

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I didn’t have the time (yet) to write anything new for Holoween, but since it’s okay to repost old stuff and I didn’t want to NOT post anything today, here’s a ficlet from my Whumptober 2020 series that may suit the bill. At least I think it’s got some spookiness along with some humor, and our holos once more save the day.

What’s A Whumpee Got To Do To Get Some Sleep Around Here?

Hollow-eyed, Rios crossed the bridge to drop into the pilot seat. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Hospitality Hologram shimmering away, but he was too tired to voice his chronic annoyance with that particular crew member, and he secretly had to admit that he was grateful for the cup of tar-black coffee he found steaming within reach. He took a sip of the scalding hot liquid, desperate for a caffeine kick.

“Got any sleep?”

Rios hadn’t even seen Raffi, slumped as she sat in the navigator’s seat. She swiveled around to him with hanging shoulders, her curls wilder than ever, the rings under her eyes so dark they looked like bruises.

“No,” Cris sighed. “You?”

It was a rhetorical question, really, and Raffi huffed, pointing at her face. “Do I look like I slept?”

Fact was, none of them had slept in three days - except for Picard, who was out like a light in his quarters after the EMH had insisted on dosing him with a narcotic, worried about the old man’s heart. Sleep deprivation, he’d lectured them, could kill, and Rios was starting to believe him. Only that he was close to killing someone. Anyone, honestly. After nearly seventy-two hours of being trapped, with an offline engine, in a cosmic phenomenon that was somehow affecting their brainwaves, Rios was suffering from a very short fuse.

The most enraging part: While Raffi, Picard and him - the only human crew members on board at the moment - were turning into zombies, the holograms remained completely unaffected. Bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed, they zipped through La Sirena’s decks, running system checks and analyzing scans and fiddling with the ship’s engine, driving Rios crazy with their limitless energy and chipper mood.

Too bad that a hologram didn’t die when you choked it with your bare hands.

Rios threw a murderous glance at Emmet, the hologram currently slumbering in his seat in front of the tactical controls. He was the worst to bear, falling asleep in an instant as soon as his code told him he was sitting and no hostile activity required him to be awake. Feet propped up on the console, head tipped back and mouth open, he was currently snoring obliviously. And as a hologram, he didn’t even need to sleep.

Rios’ fingers involuntarily curled into claws.

“What is the nature of your psychiatric emergency?”

The EMH had materialized beside him and, hands in his pockets, was studying him with professional concern.

“You heart rate is elevated, your blood pressure is climbing, and your cortisol output-”

“Deactivate!”

“But Captain, I am…”

“Deactivate!”

The hologram disappeared with an affronted poof.

“Nice,” Raffi commented sardonically, chin propped up on a weary arm. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Cris meant to roll his eyes, but it would worsen his headache, so he left it. Scrubbing his hand across his face, he tried to knit a clear string of thoughts together in his increasingly unreliable brain.

“We need to get away from here, Raff,” he said darkly.

She blinked tiredly. “I know.”

And it was true. What had felt like a weird anomaly three days ago - their impulse and warp drive dying suddenly, then the insomnia - had escalated into a dangerous crisis. In spite of incessant work, they hadn’t been able to bring the engines back online, and they didn’t need the EMH’s lectures to point out the consequences of sleep deprivation. They felt them.

Physical exhaustion was the least of it. Cris could get past the headache, the soreness, the nausea and the dizziness. But the tricks the insomnia played on his mind were an altogether different thing. He could no longer concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes, and his short term memory had gone to fritz. It was bad enough that the tiredness was affecting his eyesight, causing the EMH to suggest reading glasses and almost getting his programming wiped by an infuriated Cris. But now he was starting to see things.

Hallucinations. They were a well-known but nevertheless deeply disturbing side-effect, and Cris, all too familiar with the phenomenon from his breakdown after the Ibn Majid disaster, was once more stalked by demons he thought he’d laid to rest. Captain Vandemeer had visited him in his quarters when he’d been staring into the darkness last night, sleepless, but too exhausted to remain on his feet. The top of his head gone, blood and brain matter dripping from the ceiling, Vandemeer had looked at Cris with opaque eyes, and it had taken half a bottle of Pisco to make him disappear.

Rios punched a button on his holographic controls.

“Ean!” He barked. “Status report!”

“We’re still offline, Cap’n,” came the instant reply. “But Enoch thinks he may be on to something. There’s a pattern of sub-photon waves that seems to be targeting the temperature sensors with galandrion radiation, effectively-”

“Only the bottom line, Ean,” Cris cut him off. His brain had shot down after “sub-photon waves”, unable to process anything more complicated than a spaghetti recipe.

“Bottom line?” Ean repeated. “We’re working on it, Cap’n.”

“What Ean means,” Enoch picked up, flickering into existence on the bridge with an avid expression, “is that we think we’re close to solving the problem. Now, if the scan check that I reprogrammed to include sub-photonic and pseudo nano-neurologic patterns reveals that not only the temperature sensors but also the newtonian reverse weight-speed effect of-”

“Callate!”Cris shot up from his seat. “Shut the fuck- Jesus!”

He’d closed up to the ENH in two strides, right fist pulled back to punch, and he’d managed to rein himself in only at the very last moment. He shook out his arms, trembling, trying to get rid of the tension and the shock he felt at his near loss of control.

Eyebrows raised in innocent wonder, Enoch cocked his head.

“Captain?” he asked kindly. “Would you like me to re-activate Emil? I am sure he could provide you with a sedative, if you’d like.”

Rios shot around again, blood boiling. All of a sudden, the bridge’s ambient lights felt too bright, and the cluster of stars visible through the panoramic window seemed to move forward, speeding up, threatening to attack and swallow La Sirena.

“Emmet!” Cris yelled. “Deflector shields!”

The ETH jerked awake and blinked at his screens in confusion. “Que? No veo nada.”

Raffi had gripped the arms of her seat and was looking at Rios in alarm.

“Babe,” she said anxiously and got up. “There’s nothing out there. You have to… Here.” She grabbed his arm and tried to lead him back to his chair. “Here, sit down.”

“What?!”

Rios glared at her. Raffi’s face looked strange all of a sudden. It… reshaped. Her hair shrank back into her skull, getting shorter, smoother… white. Her skin brightened, nose widening, her eyes morphing from brown to blue. Stubble appeared, and her clothes… his clothes… a Starfleet uniform with a captain’s badge.

“Sit down, son.”

Vandemeer. Intact, smiling paternally, he gently led Rios to his seat and sat him down.

Then, still smiling, he lifted a phaser, put it in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

Rios screamed, and he was still screaming when the EMH put a hypospray to his neck and cut his strings.

XXX

“Coffee, babe?”

Rios blinked a veil of deep sleep from his eyes. When his vision sharpened, he saw Raffi’s hand in front of him, balancing a cup that smelled of heaven.

He sat up and stretched before he took the coffee, looking around his cabin. He felt rested, and, to his surprise, he heard the familiar hum of La Sirena’s impulse drive propelling the ship through space at cruising speed.

“We’re back online?”

“Yes. Three days ago.”

“Three days ago?!” Rios almost spilled his coffee. “How long was I out?”

Raffi smiled, but there was an uncomfortable edge to it. “Three and a half days.”

“Dios.”

He racked his brain, memory creeping back in. Memory - and shame. Scratching his beard, he looked at Raffi with unease.

“It was pretty bad, huh?”

“Pretty.” She nodded. Then she placed her hand on his arm and rubbed it gently. “But you weren’t the only one. I cracked a few hours after Emil put you out. He says I was trying to open the cargo hatch to take a walk.”

Cris lifted astonished brows. “Good idea.”

Raffi’s worried face softened into a chuckle. “Not one of my best. I’m glad your holos were there to stop me. They’re not entirely useless, you know?”

“Right.” Cris smirked. God, he hadn’t felt this rested in ages. “Not entirely. But please don’t go and tell them I agreed with you on that. Enoch will never stop rubbing it under my nose.”

As if on cue, the EMH materialised at the foot of Rios’ bed.

“Captain Rios,” he said. “I am pleased to see you awake! And your brain waves have returned to a normal pattern. Now, if I could ask you to meet me in sickbay for a thorough scan of your neural-”

“Deactivate!”

Raffi smiled as the hologram begrudgingly dissolved.

“You ready to come back to the bridge, Captain?” she asked Rios, the twinkle back in her eyes. “Or do you need more sleep?”

Cris swung his legs from the bed.

“Sleep is overrated,” he said sardonically and headed off to take a shower.

#holoween2023 #star trek picard #emil (emh)#enoch (enh)#ian (eeh)#emmet (eth)#holosquad #always team la sirena #cristobal rios #raffi musiker

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lemissingmask · 2 years

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[ID: Sketch in greyscale of Emil, Enoch, Steward, and Ian of Cris Rios' holosquad all dressed in boiler suits with formal suit style lapels and ties, and holding an umbrella in the left hand and briefcase in the right. End ID]

Tag-teaming the amazing @regionalpancake for a truly magnificent transformation of this sketch <3 <3 <3

See below the Season 2 fix-it proposal that this relates to.

After finding out all the mess that happened, the holos decide to take matters into their own hands. Ian devises portable emitters that can be disguised as a 21st century brief case. So, the holos demerge, leaving Emmet to cover for them (so no one intervenes), then Enoch figures out a way to take them back in time, and they rock up to bring Rios home. This is their 21st century disguise because they're pros at this.

#star trek picard #cristobal rios #emil (emh)#enoch (enh)#steward (ehh)#ian (eeh)#fix-it

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the-plural-of-cris-is-crises · 2 years

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Santiago Cabrera Appreciation Week

Day One (Late) - Star Trek: Picard

Season 1 Character Introductions: the character introduction of Emil and Cris was one of the best character introductions I could have asked for. The bait and switch of Emil coming out first then Cris, shirtless, lighting a cigar with a chunk of Tritanium shrapnel sticking out of his shoulder was brilliant. And then they just kept on coming with more holos and it was wonderful. Emil, the Emergency Medical Hologram; Cristóbal Rios

Season 2 character introductions: It was tragic that Seven merged the holos and poor Merged!Emmet is stretched thin doing the work of five holograms crew members but it was nice to have at least one of the holos back at all. Also, Colonel Cristóbal Rios, fascist bastard that he is, is certainly dashing in his all black outfit, black leather gloves and thigh holster

Santiago Cabrera Appreciation Week: Day One

#santiago cabrera appreciation week #cristobal rios #emil (emh)#enoch (enh)#steward (ehh)#mr. hospitality (ehh)#emmet (etsh)#ian (eeh)#emmet (esah)#colonel cristobal rios #star trek: picard #picard #pic

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blue250604 · 1 year

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Well that’s it, I’ve finished the disaster fic that was Seven and Rios’s epic night out at a casino - “Take Seven with you…”.

Title: Chapter 4 “How it ended…”

Summary: “A hungover Rios and Seven have one last thing to do… explain to Raffi just what the hell happened last night?”

Please read and review and I say again…. WE WERE ROBBED!

#star trek picard #seven of nine #raffi musiker #seven x raffi #ao3 #raffi x seven #fan fiction #fanfic #star trek picard fan fiction #star trek fan fiction #cristobal rios #star trek #agnes jurati #emh emil #star trek picard fanfic #sevenraffispinoff #fan fic #screw you terry Matalas

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lostyesterday · 2 months

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I was curious about which Star Trek shows had the most human vs non-human characters, so I made this graph. I counted all major characters plus characters who were in at least 10 episodes of each respective show (with a few exceptions for incredibly minor characters who are technically in more than ten episodes but have barely any/no lines). A full list of characters included is below the cut.

TOS:

Part/Non-Human: Spock

Human: Kirk, Mccoy, Scotty, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov, Chapel

TNG:

Part/Non-Human: Data, Troi, Worf, Guinan

Human: Picard, Riker, La Forge, Crusher, Wesley, Yar, Pulaski, O’Brien, Ogawa

DS9:

Part/Non-Human: Kira, Odo, Quark, Jadzia, Rom, Nog, Garak, Dukat, Worf, Weyoun, Martok, Leeta, Ezri, Damar, Female Changeling, Winn

Human: Sisko, Bashir, Jake, O’Brien, Keiko, Kasidy, Ross

VOY:

Part/Non-Human: Torres, Neelix, EMH, Tuvok, Kes, Seven (part Borg counts as not entirely human to me), Seska, Naomi, Icheb

Human: Janeway, Chakotay, Paris, Kim

ENT:

Part/Non-Human: T’Pol, Phlox, Soval, Shran

Human: Archer, Reed, Tucker, Sato, Mayweather, Forrest

DIS:

Part/Non-Human: Saru, Tyler (debatable but I’m counting him as partly non-human), L’Rell, Book, T’Rina, Nhan, Rillak, Linus, Zora, Adira (again, debatable, but they’ve got a symbiont so they’re not entirely human to me), Gray

Human: Burnham, Stamets (complicated case but I counted him as still human), Tilly, Culber, Lorca (mirror universe characters are still human, I think), Georgiou, Detmer, Owosekun, Rhys, Bryce, Cornwell, Airiam (she’s still human), Pike, Jett, Nilsson, Pollard, Vance

PIC:

Part/Non-Human: Picard (for part of the show at least), Elnor, Soji, Narek, Seven, Laris/Talinn (I am just pretending they’re the same character for simplicity), Jack (I guess???)

Human: Musiker, Jurati, Rios, Adam, Riker, Crusher, Shaw, Sidney

LWD:

Part/Non-Human: Tendi, Shaxs, T’Ana, Barnes, Kayshon

Human: Mariner, Boimler, Rutherford, Freeman, Ransom, Billups

PRO:

Part/Non-Human: Dal, Gwyn, Zero, Rok-Tahk, Jankom, Murf, Hologram Janeway, Diviner, Drednok

SNW:

Part/Non-Human: Spock, Una, Hemmer

Human: Pike, La’an, Uhura, Chapel, M’Benga, Ortegas

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek tng #star trek ds9 #star trek voy #star trek enterprise #star trek discovery #star trek picard #star trek lower decks #star trek prodigy #star trek snw #lane posts

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jazzfic · 5 months

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[ID: A series of drawings in greyscale of La Sirena's five holograms, Cristobal Rios, and Agnes Jurati, shown variously in small scenes, with a handwritten caption accompanying each. The main panel shows, beginning top right, Enoch wearing a series of hats and performing something of an Inception-style in-joke as noted in the captions 'Aramis in Camelot', 'Aramis in Russia', and 'Aramis in Paris', where each Aramis is crossed out and Enoch written over the top. Then the 'hardest working EMH ever' is featured with Emil looking alternately patient and confused. Rios can be seen drinking tiredly from a glass. At the bottom left Steward is sitting on Picard's striped couch quietly observing Emmet beside him, who has sunk so low that he is just a head and shoulders. 'Why is Emmet in the couch?' ponders the caption, as Ian looks on in the foreground. The middle left of the panel first features Rios lying down with a book while Agnes reaches around him comfortably from behind to point something out on the page. Agnes is also seen lifting up a small tabby cat, the captions helpfully pointing out 'Cat!' and 'Happy Agnes'. Last is Agnes and Rios on the bridge of La Sirena, looking at something out of the forward viewscreen. Whatever that something is, we don't know, though presumably it is nice, as the last, through slightly obscured caption reads 'looking @ pretty space stuff together'. A second panel features bonus holo reaction images; beginning top clockwise there is Ian as 'something in Scots', Emmet as 'sleep', Enoch as 'smile', Steward as 'sophisticated smarm', and Emil as 'sarcasm'. Each with an expression appropriate to their title. /end ID]

A commission from the wonderful @lemissingmask - look how gorgeous and characterful and happy this is! He is such a fantastic artist, truly. I love these characters and this world so much, and was so happy to receive this.

#star trek picard #star trek la sirena #holo squad #cristobal rios #agnes jurati #and a tabby yet to be named #can i cry about this some more? why yes i can!#sorry for the extra long id I wasn't sure how to describe all of that and then it became wall of happy #ahh i love this all so much #thank you again mask so much

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synthville · 1 year

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the thing is.

raffi isn’t half as strange or off-putting as she could be. given how she processes things and her vices she really should be so much more of an audacious eccentric obsessive schemer (love) and also just the biggest liar to ever do it. meddlesome as hell but it comes back to bite.

she’s got all the connects but also she’s been banned from multiple planets. it’s fine. she didn’t want to go back to any of them anyway. her access was revoked so why does she know so much about seemingly unconnected classified events and titbits. why don’t you. she happened upon that information. as one does. what’s with all the questions. smooth talks her way in and out of stupid situations daily because she can’t leave well enough alone and just has to get answers. she does not get her answers. rabbit holes that spawn labyrinths. whatever the futuristic version of a red string board is. rios breaking into her quarters because it’s been days and she’s replicated an alarming amount of wine but very little food and he hates the EMH but the nosey holo is right this cannot stand. she tries to be present because it was her idea to visit that one spa like planet in the first place but it’s physically impossible for her not to bring up whatever theory it is that’s plaguing her this time around. there’s something just outside her periphery and once she connects the dots she’ll let it go. really. the great pretender. an actual reckoning with her addiction and what’s at the root of it. why constantly numbing herself with various substances didn’t actually work. she can fool everyone but not herself. at least not well. all the fallout with people she loves that now want nothing to do with her (gabe?? hello that thread alone is so much) because of all the times she recklessly dismissed or used them for her own means all the while convincing herself it was about the big picture. being real with herself about the reality of starfleet and why she wants in so badly anyway. greater good huh. her tricked out encrypted tech because why accept bland federation equipment or adhere to legal limits when she can make things that much more fun with a little tweaking. that unassuming little trailer is fortified as fuck. eyescan fingerprint alphasymbolic code physical lock to even get past the front door. and obviously her tech self destructs upon intrusion this isn’t amateur hour. she might be living in a semi utopia but you still not about to catch her slipping. any and all conversations between cybernetist agnes jurati and intelligence officer raffaela musiker. rios needs them to stop making unauthorized changes to la sirena and cut it out with the emergency holo roundtables. everything to do with her and seven but twice the stubborn gay ridiculousness and entwinement. everyone is alive and well and in their rightful timelines. salivating. she’s barely putting in her weird girl hours and already people can’t take it imagine if they just leaned into making her a possessive obsessive little freak (positive!) and wrote/depicted everything with care? the layers. a hyper-competent-women-with-massive-issues-lover’s dream and the nasty bros and bigots who can’t fathom anyone other than a bland white guy as deserving of complexity or relevance would die on the spot amen. id EAT.

#raffi musiker #women who are giant weirdos my beloved #it’s not like she’s the first trek character with Personality but instead of #building an alter to her lmao #she’s rebuked #this world. it ain’t right…#thinking st jean luc was gon be anything but old man woes #very silly behaviour on my part😭#but i couldn’t just not fall for raffi like that was never going to happen #she’s just. character of all time #this is the last time i get roped into a show riddled with unrealized potential (lying)#although whenever the show does climb out of jlps ass and remembers other characters need to be more than just ornamental #there are glimpses (some this season even) of how things could be if she was able to step into her power and it’s amazing lol #the moment for ultra forgiving self sacrificing black woman therapist friend has ended it’s time for arrogant freaks who are doing their be #& im not gon do it but making a series rewrite a passion project sounds like a GREAT way to tickle my crazy #lasirenas #.rfi

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raffaelamusiker · 11 months

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Favourite Picard Character Bracket Poll

So I’ve been meaning to make a Picard bracket for months now and it’s finally here! We’re looking for your favourite character from the series and we’ve gone across all three seasons.

(See under cut for past rounds)

Round Five (FINAL):

1. Raffi Musiker v Seven

Round Four (Semi-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Sidney La Forge

2. Seven v Laris

Round Three (Quarter-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Elnor

2. Young Guinan v Sidney La Forge

3. Seven v Cristobal Rios

4. Laris v Liam Shaw

Round Two:

1. Raffi Musiker v Agnes Jurati

2. Elnor v Narissa

3. Young Guinan v T’Veen

4. Tallinn v Sidney La Forge

5. Seven v Hugh

6. Jean-Luc Picard v Cristobal Rios

7. Soji v Laris

8. Liam Shaw v Alandra La Forge

Round One:

1. Raffi Musiker v Kestra

2. Agnes Jurati v Enoch (ENH)

3. Elnor v Emil (EMH)

4. Narissa v Dr Ohk

5. Kore v Young Guinan

6. T’Veen v Renee Picard

7. Altan Soong v Tallinn

8. Sidney La Forge v Emmett (ETH)

9. Seven v Teresa

10. Hugh v Matthew Mura

11. Jean-Luc Picard v Kova Esmar

12. Narek v Cristobal Rios

13. Soji v Borgati

14. Laris v Mr Hospitality (EHH)

15. Liam Shaw v Ian (EEH)

16. Alandra La Forge v Bjayzl

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regionalpancake · 1 year

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For the fic writer ask: 💝🎙and also: 💌, because you *say* it feels like forever since you wrote, and I'm sure that's true, but I know that you *have* been writing and you deserve to celebrate that ;)💗

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? This one answered here :)

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of? I have been BLESSED that @thelaithlyworm has made SIX of my stories into podfics! Obviously I recommend them all, BUT if you need a pick-me-up on a bad day, then the podfic of Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) is just what the EMH ordered! Thimble's skillfull weaving of the music through the story always leaves me with a goofy smile on my face and wanting to dance!

[PODFIC] Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man After Midnight), by Regionalpancake

[PODFIC] Raffi-Seven DOWNTIME Drabbles, by Regionalpancake

[PODFIC] You Want It Darker, by Regionalpancake

[PODFIC] Observational Truth, by Regionalpancake

[PODFIC] What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees, by Regionalpancake

[PODFIC] Some Strange Cargo, by Regionalpancake

As for a fic I'd like to see a podfic of in the future? Any transformative work makes my heart sing! But if I had to choose, I think it would have to be Crow's Feet, because that fic is so dear to my heart!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! You're so sweet for how you worded this ask! <3 Here's a look at Rios, after the end of season 2, having a conversation in his head with a friend he'll never see again. (Roll on the Merry Month of Cohen!)

Rios lifted the coffee, and somewhere in between the morning quiet and the coffee's steam he muttered.

“I need your help, Raf.”

“If you wanted my advice you shouldn’t have relocated to the Dark Ages.”

The seat next to him was still empty. He imagined Raffi sipping her coffee. He did the same.

“Y’know this is your own goddamn fault?” She said.

“I know.”

Ask meme

#thanks for asking!#ask meme #podfic rec #regionalpancakewrites #(or rather regionalpancake thinks about writing)

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purrpleducttape · 1 year

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Hi! I'm kinda newish to Tumblr so this is just a get to know me thing ig

My name is Jay or HABIT im a trans minor and I'm a system and I like collecting things like plushies or books! I like stuff like Marble Hornets or Everymanhybrid. I write sometimes not much but I do draw a lot! I probably have either ADHD or autism idk

My DNI stuff

Interact! Marble hornets fans, EMH fans, LGBTQ people!, Plush lovers, TMC fans, mcyt fans, furries!, Neurodivergent ppl!, Music lovers (I like Rio Romeo and Lovejoy :D), neo/xeno pronoun users (I use pup/pupself!) and creepypasta fans!

Thin ice: People over 18, anti furries, people who don't use/like tonetags

DNI: anti neo/xeno pronouns, homophobic, transphobic, anti age/pet regression, proshippers, age/pet play kink (or any of the sort) and abliests

#dni list #slenderverse #creepypasta #marble hornets #age regression #pet regression #music #rio romeo #everymanhybrid #booklover #autism #adhd #plushies

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procrastinatorproject · 1 year

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And here is the ending of the Raffi chapter of my prompt-fill for @jazzfic! I'll have to do a whole bunch of editing (and probably shortening) before it sees the light of day in its full glory, but for now, I'm very happy that I managed to get it on paper!

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[Context: In the early days of their friendship, Raffi is staying with Cris on Sirena. She's currently in sickbay (after a failed escape attempt) and Rios is Very Worried About Her]

Rios put his hand over hers. “Anything I can do to help?”

Raffi gave him a tired smile and ran her thumb over his cheek. He really was a good guy. “I’ll be okay, honey.”

He squeezed her hand, letting the connection linger for a moment longer. Then he got up and held his hands out to her. “Come on, I’ll take you back to bed.”

Raffi let him pull her up and leaned on him, when the motion triggered a bout of vertigo. “You know,” she said as they shuffled towards the back of the room, “you’re lucky I’m a seasoned woman and not some blushing subspace server tech, or I might have thought you were propositioning me just now.”

Rios groaned at the memory of last week’s little misadventure. “Don’t remind me! She’s still clogging up my link to the Andorian sector. That processing request for our last payment took forever to go through.”

Raffi patted his chest with the hand she hadn’t slung around his shoulders for support. “Should have just slept with her, saved yourself the trouble.”

“I could say the same to you! She clearly wasn’t picky.”

“Yeah, I don’t think my 'Bad Boy With A Tragic Backstory'-aura was strong enough to tempt her.”

By now, they had reached the biobed where the EMH was busy rearranging equipment and hyposprays on nearby trolleys. Rios helped Raffi sit down and lifted her legs onto the bed as she leaned against the raised backrest. When she was settled, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“You get some rest, okay?”

She squeezed his hand in reply and gave him a smile.

Rios’s answering smile still looked a little cautious around the edges, but he seemed to relax now she was surrounded by medical equipment. His forehead puckered up into a frown as he looked up at his EMH, but before Rios could say anything, the hologram turned towards him.

“I’ll take good care of her, you have my word.” By now, all the sarcasm had disappeared from his voice and his sincere tone and gentle expression highlighted his similarities to Rios in a way that made Raffi’s chest ache.

Rios stiffened, his fingers twitching convulsively around Raffi’s, and he only managed a jerky nod in reply. He gave Raffi another distracted smile, then he turned to leave, mumbling something about needing a drink.

“Get me one, while you’re at it,” Raffi called after him.

Rios grinned at her over his shoulder.

“Yes, an excellent suggestion to combat your current dehydration,” the EMH said, once again back to his previous snark. He was running a scanner around Raffi’s head and pretended to consult the readings, as if he wasn’t getting them delivered straight into his processing centres. “Perhaps your brain damage is worse than I initially assumed…”

When Raffi gave him a Look, he rolled his eyes and said more evenly: “Some fortifying broth wouldn’t hurt, I suppose.”

Rios chuckled. “How about some rice pudding? My mom always made that when I was ill.”

The hologram huffed. “If you must.”

Rios chose to ignore him. “I’ll be back in a second.” He smiled at Raffi, then turned with renewed energy and headed towards the mess hall with a confident stride.

“No, Cris, don’t —” “Captain, watch out —”

Raffi and the EMH both winced in sympathy as Rios walked face-first into the closed door.

#long post #(too tired and too late to figure how to choose a better excerpt. i'm sorry 🙈)#i'll do better tomorrow!#raffi musiker #cristobal rios #space siblings #emil (emh)#star trek picard #star trek picard fanfiction #whump #(especially that last line... quite literally...)#that particular bit will never get old!#lili's writing adventures #writing accountability #prompt-fill

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 7 months

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Haunted

The EMH heaves a beleaguered sigh when the ship’s biosensors activate him. Hands in pockets, he struts to the origin of the alarm and stops in front of the Captain’s cabin where he straightens and takes a fortifying breath. More out of self-protection than out of courtesy, he pushes the chime button on the door’s panel to announce his arrival rather than overriding the system and storming right in, as the emergency protocol would warrant.

What can it be this time?

While he waits for a response, he analyzes the biosensor readings for a preliminary diagnosis. The Captain’s life isn’t in immediate danger; none of his vitals telegraph a severe injury or illness, but his heart rate and blood pressure are off and–

Oh.

The Captain’s blood alcohol is 0.28 %.

From inside the cabin, the EMH hears a slurred, angry voice.

“Go away! L-leave me ‘lone!”

So it’s going to be that kind of night.

For a moment, the EMH considers his options. Options he doesn’t really have since his hippocratic programming doesn’t leave him any; he’s bound to Star Fleet’s Medical Code, hologram or not. If the ship’s computer reports a medical emergency, he has to respond, even against the patient’s will.

But if he wasn’t a medical officer, and if he wasn’t a hologram, he’d turn on his heel now, evading the Captain’s intoxicated wrath and leaving him to deal with his straining liver, neurological impairment and bubbling stomach acid on his own.

However, he is La Sirena’s Emergency Medical Hologram, and in spite of the challenges that come with the post (and his belligerent and only patient), he is proud of his job, and he intends to execute it flawlessly and professionally. Schooling his features into a stern but non-offensive expression, he disintegrates and re-materializes on the other side of the door, inside the cabin.

He wants to suppress it, but his coding is too strong, and his catchphrase tumbles out of him:

“What is the nature of your emergency?”

The addressee, to his medical dismay, is on the floor by the foot of the bed, half passed out next to an empty bottle of Pisco and trying to bring a second bottle to his lips.

“Go away.”

Rios waves an uncoordinated hand at the EMH and glares at him with dark, blood-shot eyes. With scientific curiosity, the hologram notices that, even on his arse and sagging against the bed, Rios is swaying.

The EMH’s processor lights up with a quick, silent alarm, and numbers flash red across his the hologram’s internal vision.

Blood alcohol 0.3%

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” Emil replies calmly. “Your intoxication has reached critical levels and requires medical intervention to prevent-”

“GO AWAY!”

It’s more of a growl than a scream, and followed by a string of Chilean expressions even the universal translator can’t decipher, and the EMH is used to such verbal abuse by now, but the dangerous spark in the Captain’s eyes that comes with it shuts the hologram up.

For 3.2 seconds.

“Apologies, Captain, but I’m afraid I can’t. Your level of intoxication has reached critical limits, you’re severely dehydrated and your neurological function is-”

“THEN MAKE IT STOP!”

Although holograms don’t need to blink, the EMH does. Surprised, he looks at the Captain who has now turned his face fully to him. Starlight softly illuminates the otherwise dark cabin, and Emil spots silvery tracks on Rios’ face. The rage in the Captain’s eyes shifts to desperation.

“Can you make it stop?”

An unguarded, brittle question that makes no sense to the EMH, and his processor rattles in alarm. Quickly, it runs through psychiatric and neurological assessment algorithms.

“Make what stop, Captain Rios?” he then asks softly.

New tears falling, Rios’ eyes flicker from Emil to the darkest corner of his cabin, and his pupils dilate in terror.

“Him.” A frightened whisper.

The EMH adjusts his night vision to the highest setting and scans the shadows Rios is staring at. There’s no one there. No one that he can see.

But it’s clear that Rios can.

“Who are you talking about?” Emil asks.

Rios blinks and then, agonized, he looks back at the EMH. Secrets swim in his eyes. Secrets that are clearly spilling out into the night. Delusions, Emil’s processor analyzes. Ghosts, the part of him that’s observed Rios for months suggests.

Whatever is haunting the Captain must be connected to the odd blanks in the EMH’s memory database and the haphazard deletion all of the Emergency Holograms have experienced. They’ve tried to solve this riddle, to no avail.

“Please?” Rios asks pleads again, face contorted in pain. “Can you make it stop?”

“Yes.” With a silent command, the EMH summons a psychiatric emergency kit. “Yes, I can.”

He takes a hypospray out of the case and loads it with a heavy sedative. He expects resistance when he holds it up, but the Captain offers him his neck, pressing his eyes closed, ready to not see anymore. It’s unsettling.

The hologram administers the sedative and drops into a quick crouch as Rios sags sideways. Efficiently, Emil hoists his body onto the bed and turns him on his side. He’d rather have the Captain in Sickbay for monitoring and microinjections, but, from past experience, he knows better than to push that far. From what he’s seen tonight, Rios is going to need him in the weeks to come, and Emil cannot do his job if he’s getting wiped from the mainframe in a bout of post-crisis hangover rage.

Instead, he settles the Captain as best as he can and administers another hypospray cocktail to ensure that Rios will get through the night safely and dreamless. He rigs up a mobile monitoring system that he’s cobbled together a while ago with Ian’s help, during another of Rios’ bad nights. Then he settles into Rios’ desk chair.

His gaze wanders to the starboard corner of the cabin. His internal processor shudders in an imitation of human goose flesh.

They will need to figure out what’s causing the Captain’s breakdowns.

They will have to, or it will kill him.

#whumptober 2023 #no.3 #make it stop #star trek: picard #star trek: la sirena #cristóbal rios #emil (emh)#emotional whump #emotional hurt/comfort #alcohol tw #ptsd tw #always team la sirena

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lemissingmask · 2 years

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[ID: Sketch of Cris Rios' EMH Emil surfing on a swivel chair on wheels. He has removed his long coat for the exercise, has his arms out for balance, and is looking with concentration ahead of himself. End ID]

Gift for @procrastinatorproject

#star trek picard #star trek #cristobal rios #emil (emh)#my holo art #emil taking his scheduled relaxation time in the day

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cristobalrios · 1 year

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I posted 400 times in 2022

99 posts created (25%)

301 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ltfreckles

@princessfrogs

@procrastinatorproject

I tagged 368 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#s'vec rios lorian - 141 posts

#freckledliberty - 84 posts

#symbiotic - 66 posts

#cristobal rios - 63 posts

#picardpositivity - 62 posts

#emil (emh) - 46 posts

#star trek picard - 44 posts

#holo squad - 40 posts

#star trek spoilers - 37 posts

#star trek - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. people don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connect

My Top Posts in 2022:

PicardPositivity Day 19: Elnor!

First cute moment with Elnor involving Rios is this super confused expression he has when Emmet first activates.

I don't know if it's the rapid-fire Spanish convo they're having while fighting off an old Romulan Bird of Prey or the fact that Emmet looks like Rios with longer hair, more tattoos, and like he has a perpetual headache, or maybe both, but Elnor has this immediate "?????" expression going on and it's adorable.

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Rios & Seven Brotp moments S2: