#user: padd

[condenadoshqs]

* ST. MARY MAGDALENE HA ABIERTO UN NUEVO EXPEDIENTE.

los directivos analizan datos de nimue song para recibirle en su primer año de curso. se encuentra estudiando canto & composición de arreglos musicales en st. clare of assisi y ha sido asignade a la mansión cuatro. todos los datos parecen ser correctos en lo que estampan sello para declararlo como procesado. sin embargo, días después expediente desaparece y en su lugar dentro del archivo, una hoja con la firma de una sociedad secreta queda como demostración de lo que fue robado. ¿ganar o perder? todavía nadie lo sabe.

PADD, bienvenide al universo de condenados. ¡nos encanta tenerte entre nosotres! esperamos que tu estadía en el grupal sea larga y que disfrutes de cada cosa que esta maravillosa historia tiene para ofrecer. esperamos la cuenta de tu personaje en las próximas 24 horas.

FUERA DE PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE: padd

PRONOMBRES: femeninos

EDAD: 25+

PAÍS / ZONA HORARIA: méxico

TRIGGERS: abuso/maltrato animal, pedofilia.

¿ACEPTAS QUE TU PERSONAJE RECIBA CUALQUIER TIPO DE INTERVENCIONES?: si

¿ALGO QUE AGREGAR?: amo aquí 💐

DENTRO DEL PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE COMPLETO: nimue sang 

FACECLAIM: hwang yeji

PRONOMBRES: femeninos

EDAD: 21 años

FECHA DE CUMPLEAÑOS: julio 19

LUGAR DE PROVENIENCIA:  lyon, francia. 

DESCRIPCIÓN PSICOLÓGICA:

( POSITIVAS )  *  sociable, de mente abierta, ingeniosa. ( NEGATIVAS ) *  caprichosa, rencorosa, perfeccionista. 

DESCRIPCIÓN FÍSICA: APARIENCIA. con una estatura de 1.65, le gusta experimentar con su cabello, le da igual llevarlo suelto o recogido. por ahora tiene 5 tatuajes, pero planea hacerse más. ( UNO, DOS, TRES, CUATRO, CINCO. ) 

HISTORIA:

001.  el matrimonio sang, conformado por un director de cine con ideas revolucionarias fuera de este mundo y una periodista elocuente pero con ciertos sueños frustrados a causa de su familia conservadora. ambos se conocen en la universidad de st. mary magdalene y aunque en un inicio parecen chocar, terminan encontrando un equilibrio que los hace conectar, formar una familia, teniendo la dicha de ser padres de dos niñas.

002. la infancia de nimue y su hermana mayor se ve rodeada de magia, juegos, viajes y un sin fin de experiencias que les permite crecer con ciertos ideales, donde ellas pueden decir o hacer lo que quieran sin ser juzgadas y cumplir cualquier cosa que deseen. ciertamente gozaban de privilegios que poco les importaban hasta llegar a adolescencia, donde poco a poco terminaron usándolos a su favor. 

003. no es que haya tenido su etapa de “rebeldía” pues la educación que había recibido no tenía límites y cuando comenzaron a marcarlos, nimue se disgustaba demasiado al punto en que comenzó a tener mayor diferencias de pensamiento con su madre, quien simplemente trataba de cuidarla e incluso llegó a oponerse al futuro que había elegido su hija menor: ser cantante, pues creía que no sería capaz de sobrellevar el ambiente del espectáculo. 

004. la relación entre sus padres a pesar de aparentar una cosa ante las cámaras, en realidad fuera de ellas tiene muchos altibajos y, luego de sospechas de una infidelidad, inicia el quiebre en el matrimonio sang, dando fin a todo el escándalo con un divorcio “amistoso”. a raíz de ello, comienza la pelea por la custodia de sus hijas, la cual termina siendo compartida. nimue por su parte resiente la situación, en especial cuando deja de congeniar y discutir todo el tiempo con su madre.

005. nimue, nunca ha estado convencida del todo en que la universidad de st. mary magdalene sea un lugar donde ella encaje, sin embargo el hecho de que su hermana asistiera y la petición de su madre aunada a la insistencia de sus abuelos, le hacen ceder. su decisión en realidad fue inesperada pero la familia lo agradeció, claro que nimue lo hace para tener cierta “libertad” y no lidiar con los roces que tienen sus padres siempre que se reúnen por ella. 

DATO ADICIONAL OPCIONAL: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

¿ESTUDIANTE MATRICULADO O BECADO?: matriculada

FACULTAD: st. clare of assisi  

CARRERA: canto & composición de arreglos musicales.

AÑO DE CURSO: primer año

EXTRACURRICULARES: locutora del podcast universitario, club de boxeo, coro universitario, club de hindi. 

¿CUÁL ES LA SOCIEDAD SECRETA DE SU INTERÉS?: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

[departmentq]

Some thoughts about PADDs

I had a thought that began with this scene from Lower Decks.

T'Lyn just...tosses it out the window, the modern day equivalent would be to chuck my phone out of a car to delete a google doc.

Its obvious that PADD were designed 24th century visual metaphor for presenting hard copy information between characters, like envelopes or reports, or ancient scrolls in period dramas.

Because they were fictional, the user processes hadn't yet been developed (TNG premiered in 1987, iPhone first release in 2007, iPad in 2010). Nobody knew to forward files from one device to another; if you notice, in TNG/DS9/VOY often someone, like Riker or Geordi, will physically hand their PADD to Picard so he can read their report.

This scene in DS9 is the equivalent of they're the same picture meme

So Trek carried on the metaphor further by having multiple PADDs on someone's desk to show accumulated paperwork:

Then there's Jean-Luc's challenges with organizing and prioritizing in Insurrection.

My personal head canon is that between now and the 24th century, it was found that having multiple tabs open on a device was somehow harmful to one's mental health.

[ironborealis]

"I take Anakin Skywalker as my Padawan learner." The words rip themselves from his throat before he even has time to think them.

He's not cut out to be a Master, he knows this. The Council knows --

"It wasn't even ten years ago, as I recall, that you swore before the Council that you'd never take a Padawan again." Mace's eyebrow rises with skepticism, as he looks to the other council members for the confirmation that he doesn't actually need.

Qui-gon remembers perfectly what he said then.

"Much fear, I sense in the boy -- and long time it has been since the responsibility for a Padawan you have had." Yoda adds, eyeing both Anakin and himself with skeptical eyes.

"The boy must be taught." He insists, digging his heels in, something that only works with the Council a little over half the time.

"We're wandering off topic," Depa announces, breaking off the silent stalemate between himself and his grandmaster. "If Qui-gon is right and he did encounter a Sith on Tatooine and is targeting the Queen, then Qui-gon must go with her back to Naboo." Depa's lips purse momentarily as she scrolls through her data padd. "Knight Muln is an excellent pilot, the obvious choice for your second during the attempt to negotiate between the Trade Federal and Naboo -- but if this is a Sith, you'll need a second much more skilled in combat against other lightsaber users --" The corner of her lip curls upward with pleased surprise that sours Qui-gon's stomach because there are only a few possibilities -- "Fortunately, it seems that Knight Kenobi is available to join you for this mission."

"Absolutely not --"

"Why not? Knight Kenobi is a skilled duelist, and if anyone could help give us an accurate assessment of your readiness to take on a Padawan, then surely it would be your own lineage brother." Knight Kenobi's ability to assess Anakin's suitability as a future Padawan goes unsaid in Mundi's harrumph.

He's not seen the boy -- the man? -- since he left him on Bandomeer, after the boy had helped him defuse the bombs (had offered his own life to help him escape), in order to pursue Xanatos.

He'd sent a message to his estranged master after he departed, urging him to take the boy on as a Padawan, ignoring the fact that his master's own Padawan had fallen only a few months earlier.

It shames him now to think that the fall of Xanatos all those years ago has left him mired in such grief that to this day he feels unready to take another Padawan; yet he had been quick to throw a child at his own master, no matter their strained relationship, whose own wounds at the time were more recent.

"Then it's decided: Knight Kenobi will accompany you and the Queen to Naboo in order to confirm the your sighting of the Sith and assist in defending the Queen." Mace looks pleased as he makes his announcement.

Qui-gon has a bad feeling about this.

///***///

Anakin is frustrated (NOT angry!) and confused, as they stop briefly at Mr. Qui-gon's quarters (so small, so full of green) and the "quartermaster" to get supplies and fresh underclothes for Anakin.

The Council doesn't want him to join the Jedi because he's too old and too angry (too powerful?).

Mr. Qui-gon seems to have summoned an Idiot's Array from thin air by declaring Anakin as his Padawan, forcing the Council to accept him.

The Council has decided upon adding yet another test, for both him and Mr. Qui-Gon, involving a brother of Mr. Qui-gon's -- even though Jedi aren't supposed to have families...

He'd ask Mr. Qui-gon, but the man is in a mood that Anakin knows from hard experience to avoid in Masters. Whether that rule also applies to Jedi Masters Anakin is unsure and not eager to find out.

When they arrive at the dock where the Queen's ship is moored, there is only a Jedi standing stiffly in front of the gangplank. This must be Knight Kenobi.

Knight Kenobi appears human, and seems to present as male. His hair is much lighter than Qui-gon's, a dark sand-like color with a red tinge that hangs around his chin. He's short -- at least compared to Mr. Qui-gon who is very tall. His face is rounder and his eyes much grayer than Mr. Qui-gon. Some of that may be because Knight Kenobi is so much younger than Mr. Qui-gon -- like at least half his age.

They must have different fathers.

"Master Jinn," Knight Kenobi bows to Mr. Qui-Gon, and Mr. Qui-gon makes a face like he just took a drink of black melon milk as he nods in response. "Mr. Skywalker," Knight Kenobi turns and gives him a smaller box.

Anakin doesn't know what is stranger -- being called 'mister' or be *bowed* to of all the things.

"Knight Kenobi." Anakin makes a clumsy attempt at the bow Knight Kenobi gave Mr. Qui-gon. It's not like a slave's bow at all - the Jedi bow is all straight lines and sharp angles instead of the curved back and hunched shoulders that he's used to. It feels so unnatural.

When he comes back up there's a sparkle in Knight Kenobi's eyes, like he might be laughing at Anakin -- but as much as Anakin would like to tell him off, he knows that his future with the Jedi will depend on gaining Knight Kenobi's good opinion, so he'll hold his tongue.

"You and Mr. Qui-gon are brothers?" Slips out of his mouth instead before Anakin can stop it.

"Yes," Knight Kenobi says, at the same time Mr. Qui-gon says, "No."

Mr. Qui-gon gives Knight Kenobi a hard look before he marches up the gangplank and disappears into the ship. Anakin knows he should follow the man, but frustration (...and anger?) he feels from Mr. Qui-gon make him freeze in place instead.

He's been so busy worried about impressing the Council and now Knight Kenobi, that he's never considered what might happen to him if he upsets Mr. Qui-gon. Can a Jedi Master reject a Padawan?

Knight Kenobi has turned his head to watch Mr. Qui-gon leave. Then he, shockingly, crouches down until he's at eye level with Anakin. There's a slight smile Knight Kenobi's lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which are hard to read but maybe look sad?

"It's complicated; nothing for you to be concerned with." Knight Kenobi says.

The man stands back up, his grin growing a bit broader, a bit faker.

"Now, as we are the last two to board, we had best hurry before the Queen and Miss Padmé decide to leave us behind," Knight Kenobi's voice is cheerful as he steps to stand alongside Anakin and gestures towards the gangplank.

Padmé would never leave him behind. He's not so sure about Knight Kenobi though.

Knight Kenobi lets out a soft snort that's almost like laughter -- but Anakin is sure he didn't say anything this time -- can the Jedi really read minds?

[star-trekster]

I want your silliest head canons for our main three cardassians: dukat, garak, and damar!! (but only if you want short)

Thank you so much for asking I really appreciate it! I’m delighted to say my silliness pertaining to Trek!

Dukat:

Divorced (swagless) ((derogatory))

Constantly messaging Sisko over the smallest inconvenience

Thinks he’s the main character

Using Am I the asshole subreddit basically every day (every reply is yes)

He just goes to superhell. That’s it. That’s his arch

Just the weirdest thing?? Crush?? Idolization?? for Sisko IDK ( “you know in your heart he secretly admires you” girl you are delusional )

Pink padd marked “top secret” where he writes about stuff, like his feelings and his day and then it’s just security codes and union info on the side

Garak:

Probably looks at old fashion magazines just to get angry and criticize them

Craziest god Damm inner monologue

Really great nail care (all the better to sew with)

Moisturizing daily, cleansing oil, serving, slaying

Him and keiko talk about gardening at a time :)

Probably read a lot of Earth literature (Twilight)

Damar:

Divorced (swagless) ((neutral))

He would definitely play C.O.D and get into the craziest debates over voice call

Really animated while reading, giving live reaction moments, scoffs at jokes that aren’t funny

Mirror Damar is the same person, literally just some guy with an interesting character arc (I’m not following the mirror novels :/)

Redditor, and chronic cardassian Facebook user

Drinks diet Dr pepper

Quite silly and low key! These are just my thoughts and feel free to disagree, or share your ideas !! :)

[marymoss1971]

Archive of Our Own 2024 wrapped

I don't see a way to fill out the template, so I guess I'll do this the old fashion way. My stats for 2024:

AO3 Username: TVGirll1971

User Subscriptions: 2

Kudos: 340

Comment Threads: 59

Bookmarks: 26

Word Count: 69,569

Hits: 4,288

Most read fic of 2024: To Fall on the Sword (466 Hits; 20 Kudos; 0 Bookmarks or Comments; Words-580)

Most written rating: G

Most written category: General

Most written fandom: Star Trek: VOY (however I wrote many multi-fandom fics this year)

Most written relationship: Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay

Favorite Characters to write: Kathryn Janeway, Owen Paris

Favorite additional tag: Episode tag or Missing scene

Favorite fic I wrote: Her Secret Life (It wasn't as well received as I hoped, but I worked on the story for months--editing, my decision to make it a two chapter instead of one chapter story, completely revising my original ending. I think a lot of people just didn't like the ending but I'm proud of that story)

Favorite Dialogue snippet: from Sweet Heart-- a missing scene from "Nothing Human"

“Hello, sweetheart.” He said with a small smile.

B’Elanna sighed heavily as she put her PADD down. Then she crossed her arms over her chest and said, derisively. “Sweetheart? Do I look like a sweetheart to you?”

“Matter of fact, you do.” he replied. “Only someone with a sweet heart would’ve refused treatment on moral grounds at the risk of her own life.”

She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated breath. “Didn’t exactly stop you from going against my wishes, did it?” she cut him off when he was about to respond. “And don’t say it was the captain’s decision. If you would’ve made any kind of objection, she’d have left it alone. But you didn’t, did you?”

Tom looked down a moment. “No,” he admitted. “Because I don’t have a sweet heart. Mine’s weak, and the thought of losing you when there was even a chance …” He took a breath. “I don’t think I'd have been able to live with it.”

Favorite paragraphs: I don't know. Maybe Doubt in the Delta Quadrant, where I have Janeway reacting to one event (episode) per year.

WIP ideas for next year: Well, I have 7 short fics lined up for Voyager Week. I'd like to do something for Merry Month of Cohen--Rachel Garret or maybe Tom Riker. I'd like do something with him where he redeems himself by shedding light on something illegal the Federation President is doing.

What I learned from writing this year: I'm a part of a Discord channel where several people are into Star Trek world-building fics, so I've done a few of those.

This isn't in the template but my biggest regret this year is the title I wrote for a story where Owen Paris confronts the Head of Starfleet Intel who was a part of Leyton's coup. A Friend's Betrayal. I couldn't think of a title, but this one is lame.

[jamisonwieser]

The closing credits for the new season of Star Trek: Picard has the best closing credits ever: a montage of LCARS user interface glamour shots.

Today we're surrounded by flat panel screens that we control and navigate with multitouch gestures, tablet computers with wireless network connections to a vast network of data libraries, front-facing cameras so you can have a video, and computers that respond when you call out, "Hey Siri/Google/Alexa/Cortana".

When Star Trek: The Next Generation premiered in 1987, the new futuristic Enterprise's Library Computer Access and Retrieval System (LCARS) and Personal Access Display Device (PADD) was far beyond the text-based operating systems, early windowing interfaces, and CRT monitors of the time.

Apple's original Macintosh was only 3 years old and a major feature of the brand-new Macintosh II was color.

[etymologyofmind]

What happens on the Holodeck...

Previously...

And now...

When class ended, Da’an called for the lobby, and set back in his seat in the now ‘empty’ room, pressing his palms into his eyes. Doctor Asimov was an interesting choice as an instructor, though the many liberties the program writer had taken with him, and general reality, weren’t going to be to everyone’s taste, and it was likely the original man himself would have had reservations about being pulled into a simulation like this and used as such a strange avatar. Federation law was constantly changing around holotechnology, and the laws about image rights were more forgiving with the dead than with the living, and if one knew where, and how, to look, there were always tells with holograms.

Unfortunately for Da’an, it was also a technology which, despite its progress and general balance improving by leaps and bounds, was not perfectly suitable to everyone: many species did not see the world the same way, be it in colour or tone or depth perception, and the way a hologram portrayed reality to accommodate those differences had led to some impressive innovations in personalized experiences. The Vellouwyn itself had a highly experimental, highly versatile holographic system onboard, tied directly into the main computer and a powerful auxiliary power system, to allow it to do some “Neat Things” and gather data about the results. One of these things happened to give Da’an a mild stress headache if he participated too long in any given program.

Pulling up the system control console for the holosuites, Da’an toggled some settings and looked around the lobby. Abruptly, the generally grey cube of space his seat had been settled in faded out, displaying something closer to an astronav interface, where different points of reference data were shown in real time and three dimensions using glyphs and identifying data. The walls of the massive chamber were rendered in the standard black and yellow grid, although it flickered subtly, as if the lines were made of artificial energy. They were, actually, as the emitter grids embedded into the chamber walls did not require the reference mesh earlier holodecks had relied on, but it was a legacy representation that many users had grown comfortable with. There were a few projections into the room at regular intervals, extending from the walls to a central support column which hosted the internal emitters, the core replication node, and the redundant auxiliary power system. All of the substance of the holo systems was projected from here, and the deuterium powered emitters could project up to level 10 forcefields at such a refined focus that a skilled surgeon could perform nanosurgery with simulated equipment here.

The rest of the constellation around the room represented two things, based on Da’an’s filter settings: tangible, thus, replicated objects (or those which had been brought in by a participant), and participants themselves. These glittered like stars in the open field, drifting amorphously in a general suspension around the room, keeping mathematically distant to, and from, the relative ‘owner’ of the space. Looking down and around himself, Da’an noticed his chair was the same one he’d been sitting in in the classroom, but was now translucent, while the Padd in his hands was fully real, as it had come in with him. He was slowly drifting towards the wall, and one of the gaps in the grid which represented an exit, as the call for the lobby had presumed that he would want to exit the suites when he was done with his program, so was locating him near the Arch. He did not even feel the movement, and neither did the others still in the suites around him.

The Bolian from his classroom looked to be striding straight towards Da’an, so he stood up from the chair, feet planted on the translucent ‘floor’ which spread out around him like a pool in the nothing. He prepared to be greeted by the boisterous prankster, but was surprised for a moment when he passed within two meters of Da’an without saying anything, or even seeming to notice him: this was, in fact, the case, as unlike Da’an, the Bolian didn’t have a console up, and so couldn’t see beyond his own private experience. As the blue-hued alien moved, his path veered slightly around Da’an as the suites corrected it to keep the two from coming into contact, and ultimately corrected to pass him through the Arch unimpeded. Da’an realized that in his own personal experience, the Bolian hadn’t noticed the deviation, and had been walking ‘in a straight line’ for the exit the entire time, goaded by the deceptive projection of the simulated room he was in.

Da’an’s cybernetic implants had trouble with that very effect. Unlike most of the other crew, for whom the holodeck could bend light and alter reference points to make a straight line into a circle if it was called for, the various sensors in his equipment fed him dissonance reports whenever the holodeck messed too hard with plausibility. Occasionally it made him feel woozy, because it wasn’t simply a digital readout on his retinal console, but the full-featured experience of vertigo as his eyes and brain told him he was moving in different directions. Occasionally the visual input of the projected fields would distort between his eyes and brain, too, and his personalized view card—the projected envelope around him which gave him an arm’s reach reality to work in, simulated to his anchored presence—could occasionally desynchronize, making reality seem flat and queasily depthless. This was one of the reasons that Rich Ironside had given him access to this console at all; the two of them were working on a research thesis around Da’an’s holosuite experiences, and the merits and flaws of its discomforts.

Resuming his look around the space, Da’an noted a number of other students from his class still floating about, seated, working on Padds to make new selections for a program. Others had risen, and like the Bolian, were filtered into a ‘corridor’ queue which allowed them to file out of the suite simultaneously through one of multiple exits without actually running in to one another. One person, above him, was walking at a forty-degree angle, perfectly upright and at a slant, suggesting that they had a personalized gravity field working in their experience such that ‘down’ wasn’t the same as it was for others around them, possibly because they’d requested an upper-level Arch to exit. Since the gravity itself was artificial for everyone aboard, this wasn’t actually as complicated as it seemed, and directionality was the province of one of the arrays which connected between the walls and the core in the room for just this reason.

Some of the people and objects Da’an could see were clear enough: a Tarkalean Lieutenant he’d met once was dining with a friend somewhere, on something that he could not see through the opaque plate from underneath: the food had been replicated as part of their experience, so it would be nutritious and as real as such things came. Tactful Shadows—an actual program in the system called Tactful Shadows—were overlaid on his display to keep the participants from being exposed to unsolicited voyeurism from this angle, but the privacy settings of their program still let him see who they were and an approximation of what they were doing. Meanwhile, a short way off, a targeting icon surrounded a sphere of amorphous static, and its only listing was the currently running program: this was a user who had arranged for higher privacy settings, or whose program came with those settings flagged by default, to keep out unwanted attention even under diagnostic conditions. Nearby to that was a Human woman who was engaged in ice climbing, a fact which was made apparent by the motions she went through and the wicked hooks she was hatcheting into nothingness as she interacted with her program.

All of these participants floated in a void they did not know, or at least, did not have to acknowledge, kept them drifting around a big empty room that made adjustments to keep them from ever meeting, ever having to overhear one another, ever even knowing whether they were up or down. Rich called this a “Suspension of Disbelief”; Da’an wished it was more unbelievable to his implants. With a sigh, he looked back down at the Padd and touched the hematite tips of his fingers to the surface, letting his accessibility program sync with the small computer in the little device. It connected almost instantly, and as he thought through what he wanted to say and do, the Padd reacted to the microstatic instructions that channelled through his artificial touch, working faster than most people would through simple tactile inputs, one of the perks of not being a whole person.

When he was young, Da’an had been on a colony which had fallen victim to a spaceborne bacterial cloud which engulphed the whole planet. Like invisible locusts, the ugly little creatures, which resembled earth Waterbears, but had a taste for flesh, had ravaged their crops and livestock, contaminated their water supply, and within a week decimated their settlements. Few people from the Coriander Settlement had survived long enough for rescue, but when the Vulcan science ship had reached them and driven off the infection, Da’an was one of three of his family members who were still alive, huddled in a sealed storage bin, sharing a dwindling supply of oxygen and hoping to outlast the small contagion which had made its way in on their clothes and was slowly, but surely, eating its way through the available meal. He had lost an eye, his tongue, suffered massive nerve damage throughout his upper body, and had been spared from death only by the apparent aversion of the bacteria to eating through bones. He, his sister, and his cousin were treated well, and extensively, by a multi-member coalition of Federation doctors and scientists who were using newly developed advancement in cybernetic medicine to help the children and the few other survivors of the colony to recover meaningfully, and regain quality of life.

It had not only saved his life, but launched his career: Da’an was the Vellouwyn’s Bio-Integrated Systems Specialist, and he was responsible, in part, for everything from the gel packs which ran a neural network throughout the ship, to the healing biofilm which helped the outer hull recover and endure the natural rigors of space, to the interface with the next generation DOT units and the R4T drones which helped maintain ship systems. He had taken advantage of his unprecedented access to the doctors and specialists who helped him heal, and had become one of them on his own terms. For now, he was working with Rich, who was the holographic systems specialist, and an un-enlisted crewman, to try to better understand what the Vellouwyn’s holosuites were capable of, and ways to ensure that they would stay safe and accessible to everyone.

Finished with his work, he kicked the leg of the holographic chair away, and it burst into motes of light, dissipating when it got out of his circle of reference. Curious, he dialed some of the settings on his Padd, such that the visual representation of the chair came back into focus, tipped over on the floor nearby as the auditorium came back into view for him, empty and dimly lit. He stepped towards it, and watched as a thin blue light crept up over it as he got close enough for it to be interactable, and smiled at the recognition that the suite was not wasting power to physically present objects that he was not likely to interact with.

Satisfied for the moment, he turned to leave through the auditorium doors, which had rendered to reflect the exit of the Arch, and found himself face to ‘face’ with someone in the shadows, lurking, formless, with deep-set eyes watching him. Startled and surprised, Da’an cried out, throwing his Padd at the figure, and stumbling backward a number of steps, only to trip over his discarded chair and land heavily on his back. It didn’t hurt, as the safeties for the suites were on, but he clambered anyway, struggling to kick the chair away and get to his feet, only to find himself alone in the darkened auditorium. His heart was racing, and he was breathing raggedly, and he spun in a circle to look in all directions for whatever it was he’d seen, but found nothing.

Da’an wasn’t satisfied with that. “Computer, End program: immediate arch. Wait, cancel! Suspend program, record state for past 5 minutes, and isolate with level four data quarantine for review, authorization Darrin Theta Five Five. Arch!” The computer chirped and the door flashed open behind him. He briefly considered backing out defensively, but fear got the better of him and he turned and ran. Nothing happened, nothing pursued him, until he got to the door, whereupon a polite sound charmed from behind him. He threw himself out into the hall to a skidding halt: by design, for safety and security, the decks around the holosuites had no emitters on them, lessening the risk of escaped problems, so nothing was prone to following him. Nevertheless, he peered back into the nothing cautiously as the one or two other people lingering in the hallways looked on in bemusement. Floating there near the door was his Padd.

A pleasant voice chimed from the side of the arch, from a console: “Please take all personal articles when leaving the holosuites. Lost or forgotten articles can be reclaimed on deck 8: Requisitions.”

Da’an could feel his face flush with embarrassment, and he reached a trembling, traitorous hand through the door to snatch the Padd out of thin air. Turning to march indignantly down the hallway, he barked out a demand to the computer for the location of Richard Ironside, who he could practically hear laughing from here, satisfied in his successful prank. It was a good thing they had such qualified doctors onboard, Da’an thought: when he caught up with Rich, he was going to tear a strip off of him deep enough to need medical attention.

[mazamba]

"Sever his connection with the Borg?" Seven parroted, "That will be difficult."

"We agree that it is a plan with low probability of success," affirmed T'Lyn, "but we cannot allow him to have such an army, nor can we allow the Borg to continue their studies on the Force."

"That energy signature I've been detecting?"

"Detecting it... how?" piped Tendi.

"Well... It would be easier to show you."

A panel on her optical implant opened, allowing her to plug in her PADD with a cord.

"Here. This is what you look like to me."

A shimmering, translucent flame seemed to emanate from them on the display. Notably, the Jedis' Force signature was much larger than any of the Lower Decker's, save for T'Lyn and Mariner.

"Ever since the date in which Q's death was reported, I have been picking up this energy radiation. It seems to cling to all life forms, and seems to be stronger on some than others."

She turned to a gaggle of children who were walking past on a field trip, notably two of them had comparatively massive flames compared to their peers.

"It is curious... but beautiful, isn't i?"

Mariner was more concerned than anything else.

"Wait, but if you can see it, doesn't that mean that the Borg can too?"

"Oh, they can see much more than I can. My senses are limited by my sentience. A Borg's sensors should be able to pick out a single Force user from orbit."

Closed RP w/@mazamba

Ahsoka Tano was dead. Or at the very least, that's what the galaxy assumes after finding her lightsabers where her ship crashed. Killing all her men onboard, including herself. However, this was not completely true.

Ahsoka survived Order 66, an order from the Sith Lord, who was the chancellor of the once Galactic Republic. The order caused the Clone army to turn on their Jedi commanders and kill them all. Ahsoka, despite not being a Jedi anymore, was still considered one by the soldiers. Thankfully, she not only survived, but saved one of her Clone friends, Captain Rex.

The two faked their deaths and went their separate ways. To avoid the other from getting hurt.

Ahsoka left onboard a ship and found herself traveling beyond the Outer Rim, before finding herself being transported through a portal. One that caused her to find herself adrift on her ship. In a new galaxy that she was unfamiliar with and was in need of some help.

@mazamba

[condenadoshqs]

* ST. MARY MAGDALENE HA ABIERTO UN NUEVO EXPEDIENTE.

los directivos analizan datos de robyn shim para recibirle en su segundo año de curso. se encuentra estudiando arquitectura en st. ignatius of laconi y ha sido asignade a la mansión tres. todos los datos parecen ser correctos en lo que estampan sello para declararlo como procesado. sin embargo, días después expediente desaparece y en su lugar dentro del archivo, una hoja con la firma de una sociedad secreta queda como demostración de lo que fue robado. ¿ganar o perder? todavía nadie lo sabe.

PADD, bienvenide al universo de condenados. ¡nos encanta tenerte entre nosotres! esperamos que tu estadía en el grupal sea larga y que disfrutes de cada cosa que esta maravillosa historia tiene para ofrecer. esperamos la cuenta de tu personaje en las próximas 24 horas.

FUERA DE PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE: padd

PRONOMBRES: femeninos 

EDAD: 25+

PAÍS / ZONA HORARIA: méxico 

TRIGGERS: abuso/maltrato animal, pedofilia.

¿ACEPTAS QUE TU PERSONAJE RECIBA CUALQUIER TIPO DE INTERVENCIONES?: si 

¿ALGO QUE AGREGAR?: amo aquí 🫶 

DENTRO DEL PERSONAJE.

NOMBRE COMPLETO: robyn shim 

FACECLAIM: lee jeno

PRONOMBRES: masculinos 

EDAD: 23 años 

FECHA DE CUMPLEAÑOS: abril 21 

LUGAR DE PROVENIENCIA: washington d.c. 

DESCRIPCIÓN PSICOLÓGICA:

( POSITIVAS ) * amable, protector, cálido. ( NEGATIVAS ) * impaciente, tímido, indeciso

DESCRIPCIÓN FÍSICA: APARIENCIA. con una estatura de 1.78, intenta mantener un peinado apropiado al igual que acostumbra a verse siempre impecable y dar la mejor imagen posible. tiene un TATUAJE en el tobillo, muy poca gente sabe de su existencia.

HISTORIA:

001. nace en el seno de una familia estrictamente dedicada a la política generación tras generación. el matrimonio de sus padres fue más un acuerdo entre familias que algo real, sin embargo con el tiempo llegaron a relacionarse más allá de sus propias carreras y a sentir cariño poco a poco uno por el otro, en especial cuando el pequeño robyn llegó a sus vidas. 

002. robyn aprendió a lidiar con los cambios de sus padres estando en casa y fuera de ella. intentaban ser amorosos pero a su vez, solían ser fríos en ciertas cosas, especialmente en público, pues debían mantener y cuidar esa imagen de personas severas. robyn por su parte se acopló al ritmo de sus padres, siendo complaciente en todo para evitar problemas y gustando de ser apreciado por calificaciones perfectas y comportamiento intachable. 

003. conforme va creciendo se da cuenta que el tema de la política no es lo suyo, así que tras varios intentos y de prepararse mentalmente lo mejor posible, le comunica a su padre que no tiene interés en ocupar un cargo importante, lo que en verdad le interesa es la arquitectura, los paisajes, el diseño de edificios. su padre por su parte lo acepta y decide apoyarlo, así tenga que enfrentar a su propia familia. 

004. la dinámica en la familia pierde estabilidad luego de pequeña noticia que les da el sr. shim a su esposa e hijo. justamente hace 23 años antes de casarse, en sus últimas vacaciones de soltero, tuvo un amorío con una mujer la cual quedó embarazada y ahora tenía un hijo de la misma edad que robyn, claro que este dato no podía saberse, puesto que arruinaría su reputación, así que decide hacerse cargo del chico sin darle su apellido. a causa de aquel descubrimiento, la casa se vuelve aún más lúgubre que de costumbre y robyn queda en el medio mientras su madre busca consuelo en su trabajo y su padre parece más distante de lo normal. eso genera un quiebre en el interior de masculino, haciendo que busque afecto en lugares incorrectos y a punto de manchar la imagen del hijo perfecto que todos siempre habían esperado que fuera. 

005. asistir a st. mary magdalene no es sorpresa, gusto o deseo por parte de robyn, sino una obligación heredada por su familia. sin embargo, no es algo que le molestara, después de que su abuelo y padre le ayudaran a enfocarse nuevamente en sus metas, decide adentrarse en aquel mundo esperando que la experiencia sea agradable aun sin continuar con la tradición de estudiar en la facultad de st. margueritte d’youville.

DATO ADICIONAL OPCIONAL: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

¿ESTUDIANTE MATRICULADO O BECADO?: matriculado

FACULTAD: st. ignatius of laconi 

CARRERA: arquitectura 

AÑO DE CURSO: segundo año

EXTRACURRICULARES: club de lectura, club de natación, club de ajedrez & club de español.

¿CUÁL ES LA SOCIEDAD SECRETA DE SU INTERÉS?: ELIMINADO POR ADMINISTRACIÓN.

[condenadoshq-archive]

NUEVA SOLICITUD DE INGRESO.

nhung hong queda reservada a nombre de padd con los siguientes cupos:

miembro del club de alemán (9/10).

miembro del club de danza contemporánea (5/10)

locutora del podcast universitario (2/2).

miembro del club de pintura (7/10).

miembro del club de arco y flecha (7/10).

¡muchas gracias por el interés! a partir de ahora contás con 48 horas para enviar el expediente y terminar el registro en st. mary magdalene.

[clueingforbeggs]

The idea behind Wikia (free, easy to use hosting site for wikis on fandoms) is good, but the execution, especially since they rebranded to Fandom and then tried to trademark the word is really... Not good.

I've seen people say 'Actually hosting your own wiki is really simple and doesn't cost much' but IMO that doesn't really hold any water when Memory Alpha, the Star Trek wiki, started out independent and then migrated to Wikia because of cost issues.

Unfortunately, Wikia seems to have grown to the point where it's forgotten what it started as. Most of the focus isn't on the wiki you're visiting. Or even wikis.

It's focused on random videos forced onto pages. To the point where the sims wiki has this warning on several pages:

It's focused on connecting you to their news. And to random wikis you didn't ask for. Memory Alpha is apparently related to the Creepypasta wiki. Because... Star Trek is similar to Creepypastas? At least the sims wiki tells you to check out the wiki for a streamer who plays the sims! And it's so... Unusable without extensions.

This is what the page on Spock looks like to me if I turn off ViolentMonkey, uBlock Origin and Stylish

And again, if I turn on uBlock, because ad blockers are quite common nowadays

Already, the wiki is much more usable, it's far from perfect, and you've got things literally in front of content. But, you can't see it because of the stupid video thing which means that the entire body of the article is off-screen, the text body is already wider. A sidebar with stuff like discord and recommended wikis and shit has already been removed.

And actually, that sidebar was only removed thanks to a bit of custom code. So, by the power of commenting it out, I can show you what the site is like without customising uBlock Origin.

And what does it look like with user scripts and additional code? Well, without activating the script I made to stylise Memory Alpha, and specifically Memory Alpha (And Memory Beta), more like a PADD:

This. This is what a wiki really SHOULD look like. Maybe not identical to this, I prefer entire screen wikis. I even now have a script for Wikipedia to make it fill more of the screen, but doesn't this look like an actual wiki?

The only other free wiki hosting site I know of is Miraheze, which wasn't started until fairly recently (2015. Wikicities, which would become Wikia, started in 2004). And I still don't know why the sims wiki team migrated their wiki there and then went back to wikia. Update your Miraheze wiki, please. Drop the wikia.

FUCK Wikia.

[atlantarpg]

dicen que las calles 𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 intimidan a más de uno al no encontrarles fin que no se aleje del boscoso alrededor. esperamos que en tu caso, CYRENE, no sea de esta forma, porque tu familia ya ha dejado su marca en la ciudad y ahora es tu turno de dejar la tuya. no hay espacios para dudas ni temor, recuerda ser muy bien quien domine las calles y no ellas a ti.

¡PADD! te agradecemos de antemano por el interés en el proyecto y te damos la bienvenida de igual forma. de ahora en más cuentas con 24 horas para hacer entrega de tu cuenta, ya sabes que en caso de requerir más tiempo puedes acercarte al main

—  OUT OF CHARACTER.

nombre: Padd

pronombres: ella/suya

edad: +21

zona horaria: GMT-5

nivel de conexión (1-10): 8

¿algún trigger?: maltrato/abuso animal, homofobia, pedofilia, incesto.

¿algo que desees agregar?:  REMOVIDO POR LA ADMINISTRACIÓN

—  IN CHARACTER:

nombre completo: Cyrene Davis

número de cupo: cupo 27

fecha de nacimiento:  diciembre  31

faceclaim: zoe love smith

personalidad:

( + ) independiente, adaptable, noble. ( - ) insegura, enigmática, desafiante

Datos curiosos:

Desde pequeña no ha sido muy apegada a los miembros de su familia, prefería descubrir las cosas por sí sola. Trepar árboles, ensuciarse o caerse mientras aprendía a andar en bicicleta ayudó a crearse un carácter y sentir que todo era posible si solo se deseaba. Siempre apreció lo más sencillo de la vida, se reía incluso de lo que nadie creía gracioso y correr sin rumbo era uno de sus hobbies preferidos de niña.

Sin embargo, poco a poco su forma de ser cambio en su adolescencia donde sufrió bullying y las inseguridades comenzaron a atacar su mente. No se sentía bien con su cuerpo, comenzó a sonreír con menos frecuencia, prefería ir por el camino fácil que aventurarse a descubrir cosas nuevas como cuando tenía 8 años. Sus padres llegaron a cuestionarle, pero ella simplemente se justificó en que estaba creciendo y la gente solía cambiar.

Cuando llegó el momento de elegir una carrera, realmente lo paso mal, pues no tenía idea (y hasta la fecha) que es lo que quiere hacer con su vida. Son pocas las cosas que realmente le han apasionan, suele perder el interés rápido como para cuestionarse si quiere dedicarse a ello. En una ocasión lo creyó con la música, pero su decidía y también el sermón de sus padres le hicieron desechar la idea. No obstante, su momento favorito del día es cuando se pone a tocar la guitarra.

Es impredecible, nadie sabe ni puede adivinar que es lo que pasa por su cabeza. Hay días en que tiene ganas incluso de aventarse de un paracaídas y otros donde solo quiere pasar el día leyendo. Puede que parezca estar de mal humor todo el tiempo, pero es solo un señuelo para mantener a la gente alejada, pues aún trabaja en sus miedos e inseguridades. Quiere recuperar a esa niña que fue hace tiempo atrás.  

Extra:   Tablero de Pinterest :)

[cfverse]

se le conceden +24 HORAS a la reserva de CIERRA RAMIREZ con el cupo de THE ASSISTANT.

[sietemaravillashq]

TU NACIMIENTO ES MI NACIMIENTO, TU MUERTE ES MI MUERTE. Los juramentos no están para romperse y eso lo sabes. ¿Recuerdas TIMOTHY VINCENT cuando profesaste aquellas palabras? Ahora que tu Aquelarre te necesita, ¿le harás justicia a la promesa que selló tus labios?

PADD, ¡Bienvenida a las Siete Maravillas! Gracias por acompañarnos en este proyecto, esperamos disfrutes del grupal. A partir de este momento tienes 24 horas para enviarnos la cuenta de tu personaje, pero si necesitas más tiempo nuestro buzón está abierto.

Pseudónimo: padd

Pronombres: ella/suya

Edad: +21

País o zona horaria: México

Nivel de conexión del uno al diez: 7 de 10

Triggers: abuso/maltrato animal, pedofilia, violaciones, racismo.

En caso de unfollow ¿permitirías que usemos a tu personaje para el desarrollo de la trama? si :)

¿Algo que añadir? les tqm <333

DENTRO DE PERSONAJE

Nombre:  Timothy Vincent

Pronombres: él/suyo

Faceclaim: miles heizer

Edad y fecha de nacimiento: 21 años / Diciembre 31

Ocupación:  estudiante de artes visuales / paseador de perros.

Cupo y a qué Aquelarre pertenece: aquelarre ursuline ( cupo 76 )

Personalidad:

( + )   generoso, de mente abierta, pacífico. ( -  )   minucioso, quijotesco, tímido.

¿Qué poderes posee? (siete maravillas): concillium, transmutación & piroquinesis (secundarias): herbolaria,healing & litomancia.

¿Cómo fue la primera vez que desarrolló uno de sus poderes? Tenía 12 años cuando se adentro junto con su gemelo a un edificio abandonado.  Theodore tenía la necedad de intentar el descendum, pues su madre tenía tal habilidad y él a toda costa la quería intentar también. De pronto se escucho un fuerte ruido, unas tablas cayeron de metros más arriba y en un intento por salvar a su hermano, Timothy le extendió la mano para que éste la tomara y deseo con todas sus fuerzas estar en el exterior del lugar.  Monty, al abrir los ojos se encontraba fuera del edificio, pero su hermano no, pues éste no logro tocar su mano.

De desearlo, puedes añadir tres puntos relevantes a la historia de tu personaje o curiosidades (opcional)

Nacido en Burdeos, Francia. Descendiente directo de una de las primeras ‘Casket Girls’   que arribó a New Orleans.  Su madre es una mujer entregada por completo a su naturaleza, una bruja que a pesar de todo siempre ha buscado el bien con sus poderes. Por otra parte, esta su padre, un hombre común y corriente, sumamente bondadoso y apasionado a la cocina. Aunque Timothy no fue el primogénito de los Vincent ni llegó solo, tanto él como sus hermanos siempre se les ha mostrado lo importante que son cada uno en la familia y se les aprecia tal y como son, se les ha apoyado y criado de la mejor manera posible.

Todo en esta familia parecía ser tan perfecto que el incidente que les arrebató a un miembro de la familia, les hizo plantearse qué habían hecho mal para recibir tal castigo. El ambiente nunca fue el mismo a pesar de que sus padres intentaron mostrarse mucho más fuertes y tratar de mantener a flote a todos. Timothy se siente un poco culpable y desde entonces ha buscado la manera de enmendar el error que de una u otra forma le marco de por vida.

Decidieron volver a New Orleans  hace 5 años especialmente por Timothy, quizá un comienzo nuevo a pesar de no ser reciente la pérdida de su gemelo le vendría bien, estar con los suyos y reconectar con un ambiente donde los recuerdos no lo alteren. En un principio se opuso pero adora demasiado a su abuela y la idea de vivir en su hogar es lo que lo hizo subir al avión y dejar atrás todo lo que ha pasado (o eso ha hecho creer a su padres para no preocuparlos más, pues quizá sus intenciones al estar cerca del aquelarre ursuline son el contactar con Theodore, su gemelo.)

[sam-and-crystal]

these are the librarians on the starship enterprise !!

in the Future most ppl don’t wear glasses but hector does cause he thinks it makes him look like a Stereotypical Librarian 

(related to that: if he wasn’t in starfleet wear he would dress in lots of cardigans and tweed jackets or whatever)

abrun was assigned the library cause another librarian (the old head) retired and there weren’t other librarians transferring so they stuck her in the library “temporarily” but she loves her fellow librarians and loves working there

the library isn’t that big cause it’s the Future so they have access to books on padds & stuff but there ARE Real Books(tm) in the library as well as paper user manuals for almost everything on the enterprise. also as a historian finley works with the cultural studies people and other historians as well as her librarian duties. she & lere will also go through old logs from other ships and even old ones from the enterprise and categorize them/sort them/use them if they’re helpful for current missions

usually they’ll go splits & put two people on night shift and two people on the day shift (usually finn and hector will each take a shift & then lere and abrun will trade off who works with who)

lere’s wife is a vulcan princess 

hector joined starfleet later in life; he was already a successful librarian but decided he wanted to travel the stars. so he did :)

all four of them are in the book club which will meet in the library so that the people on shift can work & participate at the same time

[space-helen]

True Friend

Words: 1067

Pairing: Geordi La Forge x reader

A/N: I think I still need to work on my transitions when it comes to my longer fics but otherwise I hope you enjoy!!

Request: Hi! Can I request something based off my match up, I think that this 'Geordi he almost instantly senses how anxious you are and understands it. Doing his best to make you comfortable, he tinkers while you draw. Sometimes he’ll just spout nonsense about something he wants to make and you bring it to life in your drawings. He ADORES your creativity.' would make a really good Geordi x reader. You don't have to do it but I think it would be cute. - @morganofthecoves1

_______________

Ten Forward was bustling around you, it was filled with a lot more people than usual. You tried to stay near the sides of the room and kept to yourself, right now you couldn’t think of anything more that you hated.

You held your drink in your hand and anxiously looked around the room searching for someone, anyone who looked familiar and that’s when you saw none other Gerodi come towards you, the two of you had met a couple of times and the man was nice, the two of you wouldn’t call each other friends but right now his company was welcomed.

“Nervous?” 

You nodded as he stood next to you and looked over the room just like you had been doing “extremely.”

“I get it. I hate things like this, being forced to rub elbows with people you don’t know and don’t want to know either...not my cup of tea” your smile at his words was infectious and it soon crept its way onto his face. “How about we stick together tonight? Make sure no one else tries to talk to us?”

“I couldn’t think of anything better.”

The two of you got to know each other pretty well that night, Geordi doing everything he could to make sure you were comfortable in the room, the conversation was engaging and the two of you talked about your jobs with a lot of passion which just made you even more interested in each other. Since then it had been a natural occurrence for the two of you to hang out with each other whenever you could.

You were sunk into the sofa in your quarters while you drew on your personal PADD Geordi was sat on the floor, back leaning against the sofa with parts scattered out in front of him while he tinkered. “I think Data’s jealous of how much time we spend together.”

“Really? Data jealous?”

“Yeah he commented on it earlier in Engineering he said ‘I’ve noticed a great increase in the time you spend with Lieutenant Y/L/N”

“He’s more than welcome to join. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine.”

Geordi smiled up at you “I think he’d appreciate it.” the room fell into a peaceful silence again. 

“Some friends and I usually play poker when we can. Would you want to join? The next game is tomorrow night.”

“Who’ll be there?”

“Just Data, Worf, Deanna, Beverly, possible Will and I.”

“Will they be ok with it? I don’t want to intrude.”

“They’ll be fine with it trust me. You can sit next to me and you can leave at any time.” he barely gave you time to reply. “How about we go grab some dinner?” he climbed to his feet as you put your drawing down. 

“Lead the way.”

You found a small table in the corner of Ten Forward quiet and out of the way. 

“So I’ve been thinking about this new device and I can picture it in my head so clearly, it houses the components I’ve been tinkering with in your quarters. It’d be a small rectangular box no bigger than the palm of my hand so it can be hidden easily but not too angular so it doesn’t cause harm to the user.  There would need to be an exposed end in order for the device to function properly and there’d be a hidden button on the device as well so no one could use it unless they’d been instructed on the proper way. I just need to figure out a way to shrink the components”

You looked at the man and smiled, he froze “I’m talking too much aren’t I?”

“No you’re not, don’t be silly. It’s nice to hear you talk about it.”

“Are you sure I’m not just boring you?”

“I’m sure. I would have told you to shut up about it if you were.”

He smiled a genuine wide smile “You ready to leave? I’d better tidy up the mess I made in your quarters before it gets too late.” 

As soon as the doors opened to your quarters you practically ran for your PADD, opening up the drawing app and cracking to work. “I’m guessing you’ve had an idea?” Geordi joked as he sat back on the floor and started to fiddle with the parts.

“I thought you were going to tidy up.” you teased.

“Yeah well I’d better finish this part so I know where I left off properly.”

The silence once again consumed the room. Around an hour of small comments here and there passed until Geordi broke the silence. “I’d better be going now.” he’d put everything away into his bag and he stretched his legs and arms before standing up. “Tonight was nice, I’ll see ya tomorrow?” he slowly started to leave.

“Wait come back.” you pulled your PADD up to your chest to hide the screen from him. “Sit.” you tapped the seat and he smiled, dropping his tool bag next to the sofa and sitting next to you. “I drew you something.”

Flipping the PADD around you let the man see what was on the screen, it was the device he’d earlier described in ten forward. He took the PADD from you and admired the drawing, his mouth slightly agape in shock. “Y/N you really drew this? For me?”

“No I searched all the databases to find a rendering of the device that you described that’s never been made before. Of course I drew it!”

“It’s exactly how I see it in my head. Thank you Y/N.” 

“There’s no need to thank me, really.”

He passed the PADD back to you “You’ll come to the poker night tomorrow right?”

“I’ll be there.” his face lit up with glee as he stood and went to reach for his bag with the parts and tools he’d been using “You can leave it here. You’ll only be back in here working on it tomorrow.”

“You sure? I don’t want to leave anything that’s going to get in the way.”

“I’m sure. Now leave before I change my mind.”

He put his hands up in mock surrender “Ok, ok I’m leaving. Night Y/N”

“Night Geordi.” you relaxed into the seat as the door closed behind him. You were glad this man had come into your life, he really was a true friend. 

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