Star Trek: Starbase 777 - ens-roode﹢ens-t’keest

Jayrehi was already done setting up her side of the room, and as usual, she was busy daydreaming on the couch as a vinyl record played in the background, a soundtrack for her imagination.

Maggie meanwhile was typing away on a console not too far away, letting out small hums as she looked over wormhole readings quietly.

It wasn’t long before Jayrehi was mindlessly walking about, her head filled with thoughts that distracted her. She seemed to be in the middle of an idea as she accidentally walked over into Roode’s side of the room, unaware.

Maggie let out a small breath as she saw the other officer walk into her side. “Oh hello! Whatcha doing.”

“Oh? OH! God- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude!” Jayrehi squeaked out the fast apology, with a very clearly embarrassed look on her face.

Maggie blushed lightly. “Oh! It’s okay! Uhm…hi! I guess you are my new roomie?”

“Uh- yeah! I’m Jayrehi, and you are?” she stood in a very uptight yet awkward manner, as if trying to look polite.

Maggie gave a small d Mike as she leaned back to look at the woman. “Maggie Roode at your service! Nice to meet ya!”

“Hi! nice to meet you too!” Oh no, now what? Her face directly showed this brief, obvious thought, as she shifted her positioning around. “I haven’t seen you around before… Are you new like me?”

Maggie smiled as she looked at her. “Nah! I’ve been around for a few months or so! I work in science and I have been doing that for a while, where do you work?”

“Um, engineering! Only been here for maybe three months though, so very new!” she smiled a bit in response to her’s. The girl was kinda nice, though she herself wasn’t prepared for a social interaction.

Maggie smiled as she looked at her new friend. “Okay! That’s cool, ooooh! Maybe I could ask for your help sometime on projects!” She said with a hum. “And don’t worry! You get used to it!”

"Ooooh, projects! I wouldn't mind at all really." she said with a spring in her voice. "Are you working on one now?"

Maggie blushed as she quickly deleted her search history and looked away, her browser now empty, “Me? Looking at projects or working on them right now? Preposterous! I’m doing nothing of the sort.” She said with an awkward laugh,

“Oh? Alright then.” she seemed a bit disappointed, as if she was kind of bored. “But if you do, don’t hesitate to ask for help!” she said, trying to be friendly. Then she remembered something, it was something that Alizati said. She wasn’t sure, but decided to ask anyways. “Oh, um- I heard from my chief that you know someone that can hack? Is that true?”

Maggie hummed quietly as she turned around in her seat. “Someone that can hack? I might know of them, why?”

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“It’s for personal things, something I want to find out.” Her tone dipped slightly, wavering compared to the awkward but otherwise happy energy of the moments previously. “That’s all really.”

“Hmmmm, I can speak to my pal and see if he can help. Have no reason not to help ya out! So I’ll make sure to call him up!”

“Really?! Oh- thank you!” Jayrehi smiled, bowing slightly in gratitude.

“Of course! I can send them a message in a little bit and see if they would meet with you! They are super nice, you’ll love them.” She said with a grin.

“That would be great! Oh- you really don’t know how much I appreciate it! I’ve been stuck on this thing for years and- oh nevermind- but still! Thanks a bunch!” she smiled awkwardly, she was very near now! She could finally find out more about what happened to them. She was so overjoyed, she couldn’t have thought of the possibilities that could arise, and whether she would like them or not.

She paced around the room, looking in the mirror once in a while. She was dressed up in her formals, doing everything she can to make it look tider.

The lone Bajoran walked up the corridor, looking down at the number displaced on her PADD as she did. Eventually, she found the door she was looking for. She hesitated, an air of anxiety clouded her for a moment. They hadn’t met in quite a while. Would she be..? No, no she wouldn’t. She took a deep breath, then rang the door.

Jayrehi jumped at the noise, who could it be? She wasn’t expecting anyone! She quickly rushed to the door, opening it. She came directly face to face with Emilie, and audibly squeaked in surprise.

She smirked slightly. Oh how her old friend hasn’t changed a bit. “Hello, you lil bugger. How have you been?” She put her hands in her pockets, a big grin on her face.

“Emi! Hi!!” she squealed in excitement, as she wrapped her arms around the Bajoran, giggling as she hugged her.

She was caught off guard with the hug, standing there for a moment to take it in. Physical touch was always something she never got used to, it made her feel more aware in a way. She reciprocated a moment after, embracing the feeling of warmth and joy the trill seemed to vibrantly radiate.

“So, been busy?” chuckled the trill, as she moved back to let Emilie into the room. “I know I have.”

She hesitated to step inside, looking down for a moment. “Yeah, plenty busy. Though, nothing too exciting. What of you then?”

“Oh.. I can’t seem to recall…” she thought for moment, before she remembered. “Ah! I was there was some sort of bomb threat on the station, I managed to take 3 out! I’m quite proud of myself but not that hard to be honest.”

Not that hard? Hmm, that’s funny. “Ah, that’s great. It’s more adventurous than what I’ve been through.”

“Well- I’m slightly jealous of that to be honest. I was involved in some mission where I accidentally stunned another officer so- uh, I’m not exactly good with that.” She giggled in embarrassment, still flustered over that whole mess.

“Maybe I should give you lessons again.” she grinned, leaning against the wall in her typical fashion.

“Shut up.” she smiled, as she imitated Emilie’s action. Now the two were just leaning on a wall, not saying a word. Not that any of them minded.

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A package arrived, marked as 'for Ensign Jayrehi M'kahl'. Inside was what looked like a vintage record player, a few vinyls, and a note that read:

"Heard you like retro Earth music, and y'know, it's wild, but I actually had this old record player hanging around that I built out of scrap materials from recycled space debris and broken antique furniture (I know there's easier ways to get materials but I'm 'extra' like that), so I thought, heck, might as well replicate a few vinyls for it and give it to ya. Don't know much Terran music, so I had to ask around for recommendations; I got Queen, the Eagles, Frank Sinatra, a bunch of others, and someone else said the Beatles, and I said, as a bug lover, I like the sound of that band. Have fun jammin' or whatever the kids say these days. - SS"

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Maggie was currently sat in her quarters in a Christmas themed robe, her sliver hair recently dried as she had a Klingon cover of a Christmas song going in the background while setting up her tree and lights around the room, “Dashing through the blah! In a blah horse open slay! Bah bah this is a songggggg!”

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Allan arrived soon enough, still in his little Christmas fit with the reindeer headband and Santa's Favorite Ho sweater and shorts and all that, you know the drill! He was here with a tote bag full of things, such as gifts and adult beverages, for their little get-together as he went up to the door and knocked.

Maggie adjusted her robe and went to the door with a smile as she opened it up. “Allan! Welcome to my humble quarters!” She said with a giggle as she welcomed him in. “How is my favourite hoe?”

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"He's doing fantastic, thank you," he chuckled, setting the tote bag on the coffee table in the room and looking all around. "I like the decor! Very festive, of course," he took various things from the tote bag and started to set them on the table. After pulling out the rum, some spoons, and cinnamon and nutmeg, he put the gift boxes on the table as well. "Soo, of course I brought gifts, too, but - do you want a coquito? It's like, coconut and uhh milk and rum and stuff. People compare it to eggnog but it's not really quite like it because it doesn't have, well, egg."

Maggie giggled as she moved to sit down, making sure her robe and was nice and fastened as she sat there. “I would love one of those! It sounds tasty.” She said as she turned on a fireplace that was displayed on a large PADD. “Sooooo! How was the gala for you? Make out with anyone fun?”

"Coming right up, then!" Allan grinned and moved over to the replicator, replicating the different ingredients he hadn't brought like cream of coconut, milk, and vanilla extract, and of course some fun little glasses to drink out of. "Mm, I assume you mean anyone other than my boyfriend, 'cause if you didn't, well, uh, yeah, duh, but other than himmmm..." he thought for a moment, then shook his head as he also stirred the ingredients in the glass, a small clinking noise coming from the spoon he was using as it hit the sides of it. "There was this guy named Alan, too, but he didn't wanna make out with another guy named Allan, sooo. What about you?"

Maggie giggled as she looked at him. “Oh that would have been weird. I think something in the time space continuum would have broken, most awkward temporal investigation case ever.” She let out a pleasant sigh. “Mhm! I danced with a cute lady from the rapture! Obviously, my lady killing techniques are paying off! Like admitting how I’ve done cocaine! Chicks dig narcotics!”

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"Really? Do you really think that - because like, obviously not with him specifically, but I feel like it's a decent bucket list goal to kiss someone with the same name. Or am I just crazy? Maybe I'm a liiiittle crazy, but.." he finished stirring the drinks, and topped them with some cinnamon and nutmeg, sitting down on the sofa next to her. "Y'really think it'd cause a break in the time space continuum? Like, in a bad way or a sexy way?" He laughed, handing her a glass full of coquito, taking a sip from his own. "Mm, you're very good at d- wait, narcotics? Maggie, are you - are you fucking good, girl?"

Maggie laughed slightly as she looked at him. “Yep! A bunch of agents would descend onto you and send you to horny time jail, truly evil!!” Maggie laughed lightly. “I only did a line of coke like….in the academy! Besidessssss! I finished all of my finals in record time and got the best grades in the class!”

"Ughhh, really?" Allan groaned, leaning his head back and then shaking his head, laughing as he looked back at her. "No, actually, a bunch of agents descending onto me and sending me to horny time jail sounds pretty hot, I'm in." He stared at her in disbelief as she said she did a line of coke in the academy and then finished her finals in record time, getting the best grades in her class. "You're kiddinnng, except I know you're not," he laughed, taking another sip of the coquito. "I promise you, though, your drink doesn't have any cocaine in it, much to your disappointment, I'm sure."

Maggie gave a light giggle as she looked at Allan. “Perve! That’s not hot! It’s a very serious issue! What happens to all your friends with you in horny time jail?” Maggie laughed out loud. “Thank you darling, and I haven’t done it since! Even if I haveeeeee considered it.” She took a long sip of her drink. “Oh shit that’s good.”

"Serious? They join me. Easy," Allan scoffed, and then laughed because he definitely was joking. Or was he? He'd never tell, he just kept drinking this coquito that he'd put a bit too much rum in (for his own). "Good, good, otherwise I might have been just a bit concerned," he held up his fingers to signify 'just a bit'. "Isn't it? I don't know who originally came up with it, but shit's good. Speaking of good shit-" he pulled out the gift boxes, which were wrapped in pink and blue wrapping paper. Inside the first box was a Power Sentai figure from like, centuries ago that she could paint herself with some little paints he included in the same box, and another, larger figure of a mecha zombie dragon, intricately detailed yet unpainted still. In the other box were some various pink flowers strung into a flower crown and in the middle, a cylinder full of cotton candy. "These are for you."

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Maggie gasped out as she looked at the gifts and started moving at almost cartoon speeds, placing the candy on her work desk, the sentai figures on and around her large DS9 model and arranging them in dramatic and fashionable poses.* “Oh these are great! Thank you! I’ll have to paint these soon!” Her trajectory continued as she grabbed the mecha zombie dragon. “Ooooh! This is a lovely little fellow.” She said as she moved to make it look like the dragon was attacking DS9. “Now I feel bad! All I got you was some blackjack and sex workers!” She said with a giggle, “One moment, lemme get your actually gift.” She said as she raced into her closet.

Aurisk walked into their quarters and quickly sat down on their bed. They didn't plan to stay long, they just wanted to take care of something. They pulled out their PADD and opened the form to get their name changed in Starfleet. They intentionally left the surname field blank when applying. But, now that they've been in Starfleet for a while, they decided it was time for that to change. The Aurelian quickly filled out all the necessary information, leaving nothing except the name field blank. They couldn't put that off forever, though, as much as they wanted to. So, they entered their name, "Aurisk T'Keest," into the form and quickly sent it off before they could regret anything. It was their mother's last name. But, well, they wanted to follow in her footsteps, after all. They just hoped she'd be proud, if she were still there.

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