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Barclay is important to Enoch. To all of the holos, really, although Enoch was the one who pushed to get to know their holographers in the first place. He'd let them send a message out to them on the off chance they'd respond because, well, what harm could it do? He didn't expect anything to come of it. But it's been a while now since 'Reg' and the holos started semi-regular contact (depending on availability and sometimes distance), and besides Barclay saving the holos when Sirena's emergency holographic systems were attacked -- something Cris is very grateful for -- Cris hasn't had much contact with him specifically.

But he's important to Enoch, and he'd promised him he'd try to get to know him a bit. Which is why they were now in this incredibly awkward social situation. Rios figured Barclay's too nervous and awkward to be much of a people person. Rios wasn't much of one himself, either, and yet here they were. "So how's... uh... work?" Rios was not good at small talk.

[goodheartedfool]

Nat just smiled as Lt. Barclay agreed with him, noticing that the man seemed to realise that blindly trusting the computer's diagnosis for himself might not be a good thing. Though, he doubted this would be the last time this happened anyway. That was okay. Nat would be here next time too.

"Of course. I would never kick out a patient," he replied as he put the loaded hypospray against Barclay's neck and released the medicine. Maybe he was too kind? Some definitely thought so, but Nat didn't care. Patients should feel safe and comfortable coming here, not fearing judgement or being kicked out. Sure, during emergencies, that might happen, but today had been unusually calm.

"I came onboard while the ship was docked at the last station, so I haven't been here long. I'm Lieutenant Nathanael Hunt and also, of course, a Medical Doctor. Half-Bajoran, but grew up on Earth," he added, knowing the man might recognise his nose ridges. Although the growing up on Earth part might be unnecessary and not even something the other was interested in.

“Well… well, no…” That was a fair point. He wouldn’t blindly trust a diagnostic in engineering without verifying it for himself, so why would he do the same for his own body? Still, the computer could do better to not terrify him.

“…could I stay here?” he asked timidly, even though the man had just said that he could. Reg had gotten himself worked up into a bit of a frenzy – he could use the time to cool off. “I haven’t – haven’t seen you in here before,” he added. By now he’d figured out which medical officers tolerated him more than the others, but he hadn’t spotted this particular one yet.

[ann7ka]

"I am Seven of Nine. I am alone. But I will adapt."

Independent & semi-selective Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager & Picard. Open to most other Trek series. Crossover, AU, and OC friendly. Written by Jeanette. Sideblog to @ltbroccoli.

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[rpschtuff]

Do you have any rp blogs of your own on here? I'd love to see, if you're comfortable with sharing?

I'm mainly on @ltbroccoli and @oftomorrow at the moment.

[strings-have-been-cut]

@ltbroccoli​ // Lt. Barclay ;; 

Data had gotten away from running his sleep program as of late. At first, the dreams and imagery that came to his neural net while he was ‘asleep’ were exciting and unfamiliar and made for very interesting mysteries into his own psyche. But very quickly he determined the algorithm from which they were designed was rather straightforward. Data dreamt about things that he had experienced recently. It was simply a way for his mind to process all the input that had been prioritized lower throughout the day. He more more and more often he just...wanted to stay awake.  After all, the program was only for him, and he didn’t have to prove he could sleep to anyone. He was more Human now than ever before, and with it came the urge to stay up late doing entertaining things combined with the frustration that came from not being able to find something entertaining enough. So many of his nights were either spend on the bridge or in his quarters doing exactly what he was doing now.  Nothing. Or at least it seemed like nothing to him. He was sitting at his workbench, tinkering with a broken console he had taken from Engineering. It was displaying very odd behaviors, and for some reason, Data had not been able to solve the issue. He nudged Spot with his foot gently as she rubbed against him, chirping loudly for attention. “Not now, Spot,” Data said, not looking up from his work.

[nashforhire]

Narrow View

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“Narrow? You... you think the Federation worldview is... narrow?” Reg blinked -- he knew Liz didn’t hold the Federation in the highest regard, but that was still harsher than he expected. “Can... can I ask... why...?”

Oh dear, that was a very complicated answer. One Liz was certain couldn’t be summed up in a simple, easily digestible way. Maybe, she thought, it would have been better not to say anything at all. Reg could be a bit fragile and she had been a bit harsh. But, on the other hand, he needed to see the truth sooner or later. 

“Because it is. It’s not something that only I think. It’s a fact. An observable, proven fact. That’s like asking why I think the twinkly lights in the night sky are actually giant balls of burning gas.” She did try to be gentle. Shattering someone’s bubble was rarely gentle work, however. “How about this - as briefly as you can, sum up the Cardassians. Tell me what you think they’re like. As a people. Not just what they physically look like.”

[siriseen]

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   Sirise’s never really wished for her tongue back, but right now, she thinks the strange weight on the bottom of her mouth would be welcome.

   It’d be welcome, so she could talk through the door. 

   Because, of course, a person with no tongue can’t speak through a sealed door and tell whoever it is to go away, to leave her be. And maybe it’s not even a function of being mute — maybe it’s just a function of being a doctor, forever in servitude, even though all of her edges are sharp and venomous. 

   The door opens, and Sirise stands there in an oversized sweater with a turtleneck collar, a favorite of hers. Her hair sits atop her head in a messy bun, and there’s a streak of green on her cheeks that looks suspiciously like Orion blood. 

   Her eyes are flat, unfascinated by the interrupting. It’s Reg, bent like a small child even though he towered above most. Like always. 

   “What?” 

[iamselfmade]

“ i’m immune to puppy dog eyes. ”

Third of Five’s brow furrows. They look very seriously at Lt. Barclay, brown eye dark with concern for the other’s well being.

“There are no dogs here.”

[that-scary-romulan-chick]

🪐Toxic Peril

Tal’kaela stirred, wincing with pain as her ears rang loudly. Her fingers twitched as she started slowly regaining feeling in her body, and she realized she was laying in something sticky and warm. With effort, she pulled her eyes open. Blood. Though, it was difficult to tell what color in the low light. Could be normal, or it could be red. ...red... why would it be...? Slowly, her memories began returning to her. She had been going somewhere with Reg... some planetary museum. Yes, that’s right. He hadn’t seen her since her training, and they wanted to spend time together. Since she could reestablish contact with him without rousing suspicions, she had decided to dedicate some time to reconnecting with him. After some digging, they had found a museum that was located on a planet with a hostile environment. The museum was only moderately popular, and was really more of a research station than a proper museum, but visitors were allowed in certain sections, and even given a chance to do some volunteer work. It was a good way to try something new without being around too many people, which Tal knew made Reg anxious, so they had decided to go once Reg had some leave.

The planet, from what Tal’kaela had researched, had a toxic environment, very little flora or fauna, but an abundance of fungi. As she very slowly regained more of her senses, she could hear the very distant sound of rain on soggy ground, and she remembered that the surface of this planet was almost constantly experiencing some sort of toxic storms. Because of this, it was difficult to beam visitors directly into the research station, so they’d instead suit them up ahead of time and beam them just outside, where they would be greeted by one of the scientists, shown inside, and given a tour. As they were getting suited up, Tal seemed to remember Reg mentioning that he was, at one time, deathly afraid of transporters. With such a complicated transport, she was glad that he wasn’t anymore, or this would no doubt be impossible. Landing a ship in these conditions would be a nightmare. 

As she slowly regained awareness, Tal’kaela took in her surroundings. Damp rock walls glistened with the soft light of glowing blue plants. Grass-like plants seemed to reach towards the dank ceiling overhead, where more glowing things seemed to be growing. As Tal’kaela tried to feel the grass underneath her, she was aware that she was still wearing thick gloves. She must still be in the suit. Slowly and painfully, she raised her arm to check the sensor on her wrist:

Raxxon III Temperature: 5°C Toxicity: 2% Humidity: 58%

Tal’kaela frowned. That didn’t seem right; the surface of Raxxon III was far more toxic than that, though she hadn’t retained the average temperature or humidity. She wondered if Reg would-- 

The thought suddenly hit her, as she remembered the sticky blood she had been laying in earlier. If something had happened to her, then something might have happened to him, too. Against her better judgement, she sat up suddenly, her head spinning and her vision going black as she tried to look around. “REG!” Her voice cracked with desperation as she tried to blink away the fog that blocked her vision.

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   How could a few months feel like minutes and eternities, at the same time? Aella was not sure — and the state of her mind had been foggy, regardless, so perhaps it was simply her. 

   She had grown much in this time. Much of her language was beginning to come back, if stilted and unsure, at first. And Reg had grown, too. He was walking better, and almost straighter, now that they had banished his mother from dragging him back to Starfleet prematurely. Life was different now than it had been. They had alienated their families but, for some reason, the two of them were not alone, any longer. 

   Whether it be minutes or eternities or simply months, however, Reg and Aella were coming up on the end of their stay on Meles II. Or... how long they’d planned to be away, anyway. Aella sits at their dining table, staring at the paper calendar they’d hung on the wall. She’d procured it for him — they were pictures of kittens. This month featured two gray ones snuggled in a basket. 

   “Good morning,” she greeted when she heard him enter the dining room, averting her attention as though she’d been caught in some act. “How are you?”

[crimsonsunsets]

“You are exactly like the Doctor described. It’s great to finally meet you.” After hearing excruciating detail every detail about The Doctor’s trip to the Alpha Quadrant, Kes already considered Lieutenant Barclay an old friend.

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[nashforhire]

Liz blinked once slowly and took a deep breath, trying to process all of that.

"Reg," she started slowly. "My love, my heart, light of my life... I have been gone for less than an hour."

Not that there was any amount of time short enough to feel safe in the belief that her family hadn't managed to fall into complete chaos. Reg would, certainly, insist they got that from her. Liz was less certain after being married to him for a long time.

"Girls," she turned her attention to Charlotte and Victoria. "Go finish writing up your notes in your own room. Subjects aware they're under observation will alter your test results. Everyone knows that."

"Is there any particular reason Sof is trying to kill the couch?" Liz looked back at Reg, feeling a headache blooming behind her eyes.

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"So," Reg began, his voice barely audible over the shouts and grunts of their daughter in the next room, and what sounded like breakup music blaring from behind Ollie's closed door. "Sof is attacking the couch with her bat'leth. Ollie is pouting in his room because the boy he likes is already dating someone. And the twins are..." He trailed off, turning to look at them huddled together in the corner, typing hurriedly away into a PADD. "...I think they're taking notes on us for future study."

With that, he stepped forward to give Liz a quick kiss on the cheek. "Welcome home. Love you. Sorry, should have started with that."

[ann7ka]

I am Seven of Nine. I am alone. But I will adapt.

Independent roleplay for Star Trek's Annika Hansen / Seven of Nine. Canon compliant, but open to plotted divergence from Picard. Established April 2023. Sideblog to @ltbroccoli.

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[okun]

@ltbroccoli // Reginald Barclay ;; 

Honestly, he was surprised that Zimmerman even let him be involved. It wasn’t really his call, and Brack knew that. If Zimmerman had his way, no other living organic being would be allowed in his lab. He even detested that assistant that Starfleet gave him. That timid kid...Reginald? Brack only knew his name from Zimmerman yelling it all the time. He must have snapped at the guy every twenty minutes about something or other.

He promised he’d work in his own lab - that was easier anyway since he wasn’t allowed to touch anything in Zimmerman’s - but what was the harm in having a sort of pre-project shindig just so they were on the right track for what to work on?

Apparently a lot of harm, seeing as the good doctor was nowhere to be found. Brack shuffled into his office, greeting Haley as he entered, and headed right back to the lab. “Dr. Z? Helloooo...?” Looks like he was nowhere in sight. He would have heard the complaints right away.

[galaeus]

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“I DON’T CARE WHAT THEY SAY.” Caring means very little to the Federation, much less the grander scheme of their lives. Maybe she’s graduated and maybe she’s ready for a future, but it comes with a caveat she least expects: leaving Reginald behind was never in the cards but then again, he never was. There is something so very cold behind the notion that she achieves greatness without him. 

“Where did you say you were assigned? What are the... protocols, the parameters, anything -- to transferring one of us?”