Posted by Captain Emmeline Davis (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: The Challenger’s Got Talent (Pre-Sim)
OOC (Out of Character): This side sim thread occurs before the Challenger received the distress call. Feel free to participate as you would like and to interact with your other crew members!

IC (In Character):

Following the successful conclusion of her morale building poker game with the senior staff, Emmy approached the next item on her morale building list with the same kind of dedication that she tackled operations crises on a daily basis. A thorough search of the data banks came up with the idea of a social event called a “talent show” to allow the entire crew to get involved in learning about one another. As such, she now stood in the ship’s lounge, surveying the preparations that had placed a small stage at the front of the room and plenty of chairs for those to watch the unexpected skills of their compatriots.

=/\= Davis to Challenger Crew. Your presence is expected in the lounge. Be prepared to showcase a hidden talent. =/\=

Davis, CO

Startled, Aili lost her balance and dropped the corner of the print she had been so carefully grasping.

After moving to the Academy she had quickly developed a severe homesickness for the landscapes of her upbringing, in which she would walk and hike to no end. A holosuite had never filled the void in her heart and while she could beam to her home island any day she fancied, travelling to her grandfather’s abode further North was a far less straightforward task. To bring a little of home to her as a constant comfort, she had replicated a large print banner bearing an image of her home landscape to cover a wall of her Academy quarters. Those she shared it with had been more than happy to tolerate this particular eccentricity; it was a far more mild and quiet activity than many others had to navigate living alongside.

At the moment the Captain’s voice rang through her communicator, Aili was balanced carefully, standing on the side of a chair and a table, leaning as far as she could to attach a top corner of a new, larger print of the same image to the wall of her fresh quarters. The sudden interruption having put her off-kilter, she stumbled backwards and fell flat on her back onto her bed. “Expected… a hidden talent”, she pondered. Oh dear. Sighing lightly, Aili knew that a moment had come to become better aquainted with the Captain and her shipmates, even if it were at a time when she’d really rather have a quiet lie down. Bringing herself to her feet, Aili opened a cupboard door and produced a family heirloom. Hoisting it to her shoulder, the Cadet turned and left her quarters.

Cadet McMorran arrived in the ship’s lounge with a set of bagpipes under her arm, shyly smiling to the occupants of the room.

(Cadet McMorran - Science)