Star Trek: Starbase 777 - ens-saare﹢ens-zh’rahlor

A hiss of the doors indicated that the Vulcan had arrived to her quarters; from the looks of it, it seems she will be roommates with someone else, given the other side of the room is filled with all sorts of things. She places down her rather small bag, not bringing many personal belongings except for candles that she'll use for meditation, some traditional Vulcan robes and other pairs of clothing. Once she checked out her room and unpacked her items, she turned towards the door once more to report in the medical bay.

TW: Drug Use Vara took a breath as she stumbled into the quarters, she looked a mess. She tossed her thief mask towards one side of the room, her breath hitched as she forced herself out of her suit before collapsing onto the sofa. “No no no. Can’t not fight….need to be useful.” She said with a huff. “They’ll send me to jail if I can’t, and I’m not going there!” She moved into her bedroom and opened up her drawer, seeing a small vial she had from her time as a thief, it was a stimulant, one she had smuggled on board when she first came on board. “Should….should keep hand tremors under control.” She said before injecting with a breath and falling into the bed. “Hands too important, can’t lose one.” She said before passing out. (edited)

One thing that might come as a shock to all the Varaheads out there is that she’s something of a sketch artist! And today she was at the office, so to speak. Over the main window looking into the stars she had unfurled some paper and had drawn up plans, not for anything work related, but rather for….personal projects. She had drawn a mask update she wanted for her thief outfit (and her Starfleet outfit! You don’t know! Masquerade masks are in!). Included in the sketch were lenses in the mask to protect from sunlight and other such hazards, and connected to what amounted to a Tricorder in the mask (Maskcorder, as Vara liked to call it). It wouldn’t be as strong as an actual tricorder, but it would do the same job for what she needed for it. “Hmmm, yeah yeah. I like it!” She said with a smile as she held her shaking hand, letting out a tsk. “Right, okay. We’re fine.” She mumbled as she moved to get her notebook out and looked over the parts best suited to the task alongside her other notes. “What? Hidden blades in the suit? I’m a thief! Not an assassin! Who wrote this?!”