Posted by Lieutenant Kyle Anders (Chief Security Officer) in Side Sim - 17/18 Forward - Post Mission Celebrations

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Mor (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - 17/18 Forward - Post Mission Celebrations

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Gavin Stacey (Chief Medical Officer/CNS) in Side Sim - 17/18 Forward - Post Mission Celebrations
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Several of the youngest children leaned forward closer coming within a foot or two of T’Mor to peer more closely at the jewelry as it sparkled a bit in the large rooms light. “..Ohhhh pretty!” came a few comments by the children. One girl of 4 years of age a human pointed to one of them, “..This one is like my Mommy’s band on her hand!” she said, another boy looking at something else commented, “..This one is reminds me of my grandmom! She had this sparkly white rock on her dresser that lit up when the Sun hit it every morning.” He looked up at T’Mor, “..does yours do that?” he asked, the rest of the children innocently looking up eagerly to hear her answer.

GM CockRoach

T’Mor looked down at the jewelry for a moment, seriously considering the child’s inquiry.

“Perhaps it would, I have never thought to observe it in such conditions.”

Cerenity simply smiled.” I think its pritty” The little girl said. Luna watched quietly here gaze drifting back to the new XO from time to time.

Ensign Luna

“This style of dress was designed with a focus on being atheistically pleasing, yes,” T’Mor said, responding to the crowd in general rather than one specific comment. Whatever embarrassment might have been bubbling up went away as she focused on the goal of educating the children,

“The original designer was aware of the … ‘sparkly’ quality of the materials used. Notice the way the skirt too also refracts light, emphasizing the wearers motion with both audio and visual interest.”

She demonstrated this with a small twirl, which picked up the beaded skirt slightly from the ground, causing small specks of light to be tossed across the platform. When coming to a stop, the beads clacked against each other, like raindrops on a roof. Of course the demonstration was done with the dignity and grace befitting a historical recreation. Not one bit of levity or enjoyment was found in T’Mor’s expression.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

A few of the more enthralled children went ‘oooo’ and ‘ahhhh’ at the attention grabbing nature of the dress. Once they had calmed down the teacher looked to Drudoc, “..Well unless you have anything further to enlighten the children on about this period of time and the dresses use. I think we can move on to let them judge?” she asked.

T’Mor froze, admittedly she may have pushed the boundaries of strict professionalism for a moment.

“Yes, Commodore,” she said, taking a step back and staring down at the floor, “That is all I had prepared.”

Once any final education was done, Drudoc nodded letting the children huddle up and for a few minutes quietly murmured and arguing amongst themselves. While they did this Drudoc spoke, “..While the children here are debating the winner of this celebration of education will of course receive a prize made by these same children.” she said.

One of the teachers then spoke after the children giddily broke up their huddle fidgeting to reveal their choice, “..The children have decided, Commodore.” she said, gesturing then for one of the children to step forward with a paper envelope in the boys hand. He looked between the two shyly but then seemed to gather his courage, “..We chose Miss T’Mor!” he said extending his hands up to her with the envelope. Cheers from the children and claps from various people came up then faded after a few minutes. Once T’Mor would open the envelope she found it was a flexible plexi-glass painting where each child had it seemed made a simple shape, and then taken turns making random lines connecting each. The glitter bound words then of ‘Kongradulashuns’ was misspelled across it. The beaming children looked up to her for her approval or comment, “..Um…what you think miss T’Mor?” the speaker boy asked.

GM CockRoach

“It is very…” T’Mor started, glancing between her and the boy. For a brief moment flushed with various emotions. Embarrassment, joy, anxiety, and determination to not discourage any of the children. If she was visibly blushing, that was out of her control at that point.

“It is apparent you put much effort into creating this… award.” she paused. Then looking at him, she clarified,

“I appreciate it, thank you.”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

Gavin stood to the side, clapping with the rest of the audience. He had to admit that T’Mor’s costume and presentation blew his out of the water. The Doc couldn’t help but smile at the taste of humanity that the Vulcan was given.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Gavin Stacey
Chief Medical Officer/CNS

After the clapping subsided, T’Mor was able to regain some of her composure, and quietly began to make her way off the platform. She carried her award with her, and occasionally glancing down at it to verify that this was something that had actually happened.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

Anders shot T’Mor a smile, “No one more deserving Lieutenant.”

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Chief of Security-

Once everyone had settled then Drudoc spoke once more, “..Well then, everyone please enjoy the celebrations of another mission well done. As most should know, these will be ongoing throughout the remainder of the day, food, drinks, and various forms of entertainment will also occur. Please enjoy yourselves, and also welcome our new transfers aboard the Angel when you all get a chance..” she said then also stepping down to go get some food herself from the buffet table.

Drudoc Andone CO