Star Trek: Starbase 777 - team-orange-territory

The holodeck had been set on a programme designed to reflect the beauty of a forest. It was mid-day with the sun towering high overhead, casting golden light through the dense canopy of trees. Towering oak and maple trees stretched overhead, and the forest floor was carpeted with a rainbow of leaves and mossy ground. There were patches of flowers of varying colours here and there, some of which were still starting to bloom – the perfect spring-time reflection. From place to place there were moss-covered rocks and fallen logs, all dotting the landscape. This would have been a peaceful place for a walk if the holodeck hadn’t been set up for an intense game of capture the flag. This was Team Orange’s territory, denoted by the orange ribbons hanging from the trees and a light orange mist that swam over the ground. Hidden here somewhere was Team Orange’s flag, ready for the taking.

Here for a friendly clean game of capture the flag, Sakchai was dressed head to toe in orange! He had a pair of orange trainers with velcro laces! Not just because it reduced the risk of his shoes coming untied, but also it was great accessibility wear! He also had an orange sweat band around his head with an image of an on it! For clothing, he had white running shorts with more oranges on them, that fit snuggly arund his glutes and thighs, but not too tight so he could still run. He had a tank top with more oranges-- it was just tons of citrius. He looked pretty ridiculous but whatever. And of course he had a pair of grippy biker gloves on so he could grab things easily. Thanks to replicator tech he was even able to make himself a two-fingered glove. Sakchai looked like some cowboy out of a western film, crouched and ready to go. Today, he was not just a space traffic controller, he was a fierce warrior!

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"This place is so pretty," Five sighed, taking mental note to ask about the specific program used for some sort of adventure sometime. The ACOO stretched their arms up above their head, their metallic arm glinting a little in the sunlight as they got to work tying their hair back. Orange, how fitting.... They chuckled a little. They'd spent plenty of time stretching properly to make sure they wouldn't pull anything, or something along those lines. Now all they had to do was wait for the announcement that the game was on... They took a seat on one of the logs, eyes trained forward. Five was never really a competitive person, but this was a fun team-building exercise! They spotted one of their OPS officers now, and offered a friendly salute. "Nice team colors," they laughed, sporting an orange t-shirt as well.

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Ocannra entered the holodeck with her orange Klingon battle armour, it was more lightweight due to the metals not being heavy enough compared to her actual gear. The suit contained hints of orange and black with a black tiger logo that was located on the flag on both shoulder pads. She briefly gazed at the other as she saw the rest of them standing in their orange wears as she questioned whether she had gone above and beyond regarding the crafting of her new armour, though she couldn't complain as the others did look good in their orange gear. "I hope you guys are ready to go into battle. I believe we can win this and claim the other teams flag. I've spent all night on research on how this game is played, and I believe we are ready to win on this battlefield." Ocannra sounded absolutely pumped for the game as she made her way over to the group, she didn't exactly know who each of them were as people and felt a bit awkward since she didn't exactly know who they were. "I haven't seen any of you before. I am Lagh Ocannra of the Klingon Empire exchange program."

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"We've worked hard on our strategy, so I hope it goes well. You got proper rest as well, yes?" Five leant forward, their elbows on their knees. "Regardless of if we win or lose, our main goal is to have fun. If we can accomplish that, we've as good as won, in my book." Though it would be fun to actually win... Five offered a bright smile. "MCPO Five of Eight, Operations. I'm the ACOO on the station. It's nice to meet you, Ocannra."

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"Thanks!" Sakchai bowed his head at the compliment from his orange-haired teammate. They looked just as orangy, very cool! They were sure to win this, especially when their Klingon teammate walked into the scene. Maybe Sakchai was biased, but he thought they had the best team out of the two. Everything was well balanced, they had quite a bit of muscle, but also a lot of brain power too. There was no denying that a boatswain and an engineer, whilst maybe not the most intimidating with looks, had some serious brain power. "I am Sakchai, head of the honourable Valdore house," Sakchai rarely mentioned his Romulan house or his position, but it seemed appropriate in this context. Besides, it wasn't like his house name had any standing on a Federation starbase. The house didn't have much standing on Mol'Rihan either, except for having a ship class named after them. "Nice to meet you two too! ACOO-- oh then we are definitely going to have the upper hand. Also Ocannra, I'm also on exchange, from the Cardassian Defense Force!"

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Farrah entered closely after Ocannra, orange stripes painted on her face to compliment her blue markings, dressed in a simple black shirt with some orange hemming, and a pair of black sweatpants. She was barefoot, and if not for the fact that she was a tank and always ready for a game, she looked almost underprepared. "I'm Farrah, nice to meet everyone," she greeted with a wave, which together with her smile and relaxed demeanour made up for the monotone voice she'd accidentally used to greet them. She was focussed on the game, not particularly on social interaction.

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"Hi Farrah," Sakchai waved back at her, not at all bothered by her more stoic nature. She seemed friendly and was also pretty tanky like him and Ocannra, which was great to have more muscle. "I love the face tattoos," Sakchai complimented her with a kind smile. He wasn't sure if they had any cultural significance or if they were species specific, but they looked very cool, Farrah was very cool!

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"Ah, I'm honored you think I'll be much help. Hopefully all our hard work isn't for nothing." Five grinned bashfully, a hand on the back of their neck as the other waved. They'd kept their usual gloves on for now. Probably better for grabbing, and tagging, and the like..? "It's a pleasure to meet all of you officially. I hope we'll work well together."

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"I know we're going to be a good team. A force not to be reckoned with." Ocannra began stretching as she got ready for the event to kick off. She didn't know when it was going to kick off, just that it was going to happen soon at some point. "I think we are all good at something in our own unique way as we've discussed. Just don't get scared when the opposite team runs towards you, just have a bit of resistance and believe you can overcome the challenges that await in this game." Ocannra wasn't trying to go off on a tangent with some speech, she just wanted her team to be confident in their abilities and to believe that they could win this.

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The large man smiled as he made his way over with the rest of the team, having been running a little late having to drop Shyrhr off to one of the other parents who were watching the event, slinging his sports bag off his shoulder down onto the ground. He was wearing a bright orange sports t-shirt, and black tracksuit bottoms with a cool orange stripe down the side, the orange contrasting quite nicely against his pale blue skin. "Hey everyone! Who's ready to crush that pink team! I've been waiting for this for like a whole week now, I'm so excited."

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"We got muscle, we got brains, we're sure to win!" Sakchai clenched his two fingered hand into a lil fist and did a tiny hop of excitement. "Hello fellow dalin! I'm excited too, competition runs in all Cardassian's blood," He said to Ezran with a big smile. It was an understatement to say Sakchai had spent a while thinking about strategy the past few days. He may not have been the most academic mind, but when competition was involved, he was as smart as a rocket surgeon.

"Alright. Here we go." Five hopped up, stretching out one more time with a sigh. "Sparrow, Finch, Dove, Robin, good luck. We've got our eyes peeled. Let's win this thing."

Kaylee, in a full orange outfit, prepared herself. She had light orange dungarees/overalls on, a neon orange T-shirt, orange trainers and a piece of orange cloth tied around her head with a knot. She jumped from foot to foot, warming herself up, before pulling the knot on her headband a little tighter as she started to move into the neutral zone.

Five kept their eyes peeled, cautiously treading around the various piles of sticks that their team had scattered around the base. A clever tactic, they had to admit, but couldn't help but smile to themself. What a fun game this was!

"I do wonder how they're ever going to find our flag," Farrah wondered aloud, looking back at the jail and around them as she too noticed the many stick piles. "If they signed up for a game like this I wonder if they're not more rash than they are patient. It works out for us, of course, but did we not make it too difficult?"

"I'm sure they'll figure it out just fine," Five chuckled. "It's a bit of an obvious clue, isn't it? Just a bit of trial and error."

After sneaking into the territory, she realized how bad of an idea this was... oh well... maybe if she was quick enough she could grab the flag and weasel her way out of the team's hands. using a tree to hide herself she began to scan for the orange's team flag

Hmm..? "Did you hear something?" Five's eyes darted to the source of the sound. Nothing but a tree.. (edited)

"I was built for seeing more than for hearing... do you need me to go check something?" Farrah's audio processors weren't quite perfect, and she occasionally struggled to distinguish between sounds in noisy environments like forests. Fortunately her eyes were perfectly fine, and she started to scan around to see if she noticed anything off.

"If you don't mind. Thank you very much." Five nodded towards the source of the noise, stepping carefully over ANOTHER stick pile. Fuck, how many were there again? "I'll keep an eye out back here."

"Ouais, I will be right back." Farrah moved slowly to where Five nodded to, not quite taking a direct route but instead going a little ways around, in order to check if there was anyone there. If someone came running at her, she wanted to be on guard so as to be able to tag as quickly as possible. She thought she got a glimpse of a shirt or something, but couldn't be sure. Still, she fixated on the spot, and spoke loudly in the direction of the trees. "You can come out now, I can see you."

Coda wasn't the only one who was making themselves known in the orange territory. Essen hid behind a tree, scanning as much of the area as she could before looking back out and seeing that no one had noticed her so far. Well, she was going to make a move for it. Essen scurried over to the next tree, keeping herself hidden. She'd act as a distraction for Coda if need be.

Oh thank fuck someone came around, Coda thought she was alone.... Well, maybe she could tag someone out while she was here? Thats how this works right? When Farrah got close enough Coda went to tag them, and then if she was successful possibly make a run for their flag that might be deeper in their territory. (edited)

The orange territory was covered in piles of sticks all along the ground. A bit closer to the jail area, there was a flash of something orange poking up from the ground..

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"Not on my watch--!!" Five scrambled up the tree after Essen, jumping for the tag! 🎲10

Rolled: 1d20

[10] ➜ 10

roll to tag Farrah 🎲4

Rolled: 1d20

[4] ➜ 4

FUCK! Essen didn't see Five coming after her, so she did what she could to dodge...

21:11

🎲12

Rolled: 1d20

[12] ➜ 12

21:12

With a successful dodge, Essen jumped from the tree to tag Five back.

21:12

🎲7

Rolled: 1d20

[7] ➜ 7

When Coda came running for her, she sidestepped easily, glad that she decided to forego shoes. She really was much more agile on her bare feet! "The attempt was there, but it was not enough," she told the engineer, as she went to tag back. 🎲6

Rolled: 1d20

[6] ➜ 6

Five scrambled for a second, losing their footing and trying to reorient themself. "Nice dodge!" they called up, a genuine compliment before attempting to bounce out of the way. 🎲13

Rolled: 1d20

[13] ➜ 13

21:13

They surged up for another attempt. God, they hated climbing. 🎲17

Rolled: 1d20

[17] ➜ 17

Agh not again! She had to try - this was the only distraction she could get, and she had to help Coda. She made another attempt at a dodge, and...

21:14

🎲13

Rolled: 1d20

[13] ➜ 13

Okay, no more tree. Five scrambled down and back to the ground, stomping on one of the piles of sticks. They'd duke this out on level ground!

Finally, Essen hopped down to the ground and made one more attempt at a tag, if that didn't work, she'd move on if she could.

21:15

🎲8

Rolled: 1d20

[8] ➜ 8

Five couldn't help themself from laughing, hopping back from Essen. "Well done!" they cheered, chasing Coda as she dashed out of Farrah's tag. 🎲19

Rolled: 1d20

[19] ➜ 19

With both tags unsuccessful. Coda choose to run deeper into Orange territory and try to find and take their flag, but with Five close behind, Coda tried to dodge the tag aimed for her (edited)

Not so fast! They had a large blue (and now orange) man to contest with! Deciding that the sudden offence was more important to defend rather than returning to their own offence.

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Well clearly the Kung Fu approach wasn't working the way Essen had intended. She instead decided for a simpler approach, she had to take down Ezran if she could so that she could move onto Five and Farrah and ensure Coda got back safely with the flag.

21:22

🎲19

Rolled: 1d20

[19] ➜ 19

roll to dodge 🎲19

Rolled: 1d20

[19] ➜ 19

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21:27

God damn Five was quick, but she was faster. After very scarily dodging the tag, she headed deeper into their territory, hoping to find this dumb flag and get herself back into her home base

Oh, so NOW they were dodging just fine. Cool, okay. Five was trying to keep themself from giggling like a giddy schoolgirl, continuing their relentless chase. 🎲2 to tag

Rolled: 1d20

[2] ➜ 2

Poking up out of the ground was the top of an orange flag..! It'd been buried near the jail area.

The large blue man wasn't exactly quick, but as Essen dived to tag him, he quickly moved to move out the way. 🎲16

Rolled: 1d20

[16] ➜ 16

Okay, she had to be quick, she began to pull the flag from where it was buried, hopeful that it wasn't too deep in there for her to get out just with her strength alone

"This one is quick," Farrah commented to Five, as she literally dove to catch Coda, hoping to finally catch the nimble engineer. 🎲13

Rolled: 1d20

[13] ➜ 13

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roll to dodge Farrah 🎲19

Rolled: 1d20

[19] ➜ 19

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Ocannra appeared from behind a tree and began charging at Coda in an attempt to rush them in order to claim the flag back. Dice roll to tag Coda 🎲14

Rolled: 1d20

[14] ➜ 14

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Roll to dodge Ocannra 🎲7

Rolled: 1d20

[7] ➜ 7

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"Tag you're it." Ocannra said as she placed a hand on Coda's left shoulder.

FUCK! Coda got tagged! Essen had to make a run for the flag, since Coda was tagged - that was the only option now! Essen did her best to NYOOOM to the flag in an attempt to snag it from the ground.

"aww damn, and I was doing so good too..." She heads to the teams jail, her head hung low, mostly because she was out of the game rather than just being tagged

The flag came loose thanks to Coda's struggling.

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"I'm going after theirs!" Five called out, sprinting for the neutral zone.

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"You were quick, good job," Farrah said as Coda got tagged. Then, as Essen rushed in, she attempted to bodily block her, going in for the tag, hoping to at least get someone. She was a Security officer, for god's sake. 🎲9

Rolled: 1d20

[9] ➜ 9

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Essen knew what she was getting into, and right away snagged up the flag from the ground, before swiftly dodging the tag from Farrah. She didn't even stop moving either. "Thank you!" Essen said before sprinting away. She'd have to get past the rest of the territory before entering the neutral zone, however... as she was at the far end of the orange territory as of now. So she just kept running.

"MERDE!" Farrah gave chase, as quick as Essen but not wanting to tag quite yet and risk sending them both tumbling forward. "Everyone on the small Vulcan!" she yelled, hoping Ocannra and Ezran would follow.

Shit - Essen had to think fast. Instead... she went for the #team-orange-jail!

Ocannra began sprinting after Essen. Almost as if she became a primal animal in that moment as she sprinted after Essen.

21:48

Ocannra spotted Essen making their way back and decided to jump towards them as she tried to tag Essen. 🎲11

Rolled: 1d20

[11] ➜ 11

With the flag in Essen's hand, if Coda happened to get tagged, she'd pass the flag to Coda. Well, now was the chance to dodge...

21:49

🎲12

Rolled: 1d20

[12] ➜ 12

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When Ocannra dove for Essen, Farrah went for Coda again. Would luck and skill be on her side this time? 🎲15

Rolled: 1d20

[15] ➜ 15

hell yeah lets go! with Essen so Close Coda did her best to protect her, hoping to dodge Farrah's tag. 🎲6

Rolled: 1d20

[6] ➜ 6

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Having dodged the earlier tag, Ezran was quick to step in front of the two as they ran towards the exit of the Orange zone! "Hey, give that back!"

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21:51

🎲5

Rolled: 1d20

[5] ➜ 5

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And she did it! She dodged TWICE, keeping her running going with the orange team's flag as she headed for the #neutral-zone.

Ocannra kept running after Essen but began screaming at the top of her lungs to let the others know of where Essen was so she could get backup.

the escaped convict of 2 minutes now heads back to jail... again

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Final stretch. Final stretch. Just gotta get back to the flag, c'mon, Five...! "I've got it, I've got it!" they shouted to their team. "Sodor-- and Vara'l, hot on my tail!!"

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And right on their tail and catching up fast was Sodor, sprinting at full speed (for a 5'1" Ferengi) in the desperate hope of catching up and tagging Five yet again. Once they were close enough they reached a hand out in the hopes of just barely tagging them again. 🎲8

Rolled: 1d20

[8] ➜ 8

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Vara'l raced in sure enough on Fives heels as he pursued them and attempted to tag them once more. "Comon!" He'd huffed as he sprinted.

22:52

🎲3

Rolled: 1d20

[3] ➜ 3

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Five dove as the hands reached for them, dirt and sticks painting their shirt, as well as an unpleasant mouthful. They'd reached the pink flag. Their heart roared in their ears. Did they... Their peeked cautiously open. "Did... Did we... Do it?" they managed between heaving breaths, spitting out dirt.

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A shower of confetti suddenly rained down from the trees above, glistening orange in colour. A sound of a trumpet fanfare sounded out through the holodeck: Fives had done it, and the team had won!

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Farrah came running after Five, hoping to run distraction if nothing else. However, the flag was in their territory now, so that meant they won, right? They were at home base! "Chief Five of Eight, the MVP! La victoire!! On a gagné!! We win!" She pulled Five bodily out of the dirt, putting them back on their feet as she chanted in ecstatic French and Federation Standard.

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Five laughed in disbelief, hanging off of Farrah's shoulder. Oh, ouch, they shouldn't have dove like that... Oh goodness, they really..! "We did it! We did it!!" they cheered, raising their flag in the air triumphantly.

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"No, you weasel! You absolute weasel!" Sodor exclaimed in a disgruntled yet light-hearted competitive manner. Weasels were slippery, right? Anyway. Watching as Five dove away the Ferengi came to a slow stop, breathing heavily as their hands went to their knees, bending over as the confetti rained down from above. Despite losing, they had a massive, toothy, gremlin grin on their face as they tried to slow their heart down. "I was so close!" They then added with a breathy laugh, dirt, twigs and leaves here and there across their uniform, face and head from their earlier tumble. Slowly regaining verticality as their heart slowed, they looked over at Five, grin still firmly on their face as the breathed really quite heavily, their chest visibly moving in and out as they spoke. "Well done! That was one hell of a chase you gave us."

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Farrah made sure to dust Five off a little from all the dirt, before picking them up with little issue and put them on one broad shoulder like... Gaston in Beauty and the Beast, or something. "Victory lap!" she declared, starting to hop and jump and skip with Fives on her shoulder, clearly having a beast of a time.

"Goodness..!!" The Chief was scooped up effortlessly, and they wobbled for a second, practically clinging onto Farrah's head for dear life as they steadied. Oh, wow, she was REALLY strong.. No surprises there, though. She'd fought valiantly for their victory!! "Everyone did amazing! You all gave us a damn run for our money, there was a while there I swore we were done for. Well done, everyone! Fantastic teamwork!" they managed over their exuberant laughter.

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"Congratulations to the winners!" Vara'l smiled and watched from the background as everyone celebrated. He was pleased everyone happened to have had fun and panted away as he tried to recover his breath from all the sprinting. Tried and.. when he eventually successfully recovered, smiled and watched for a bit longer before he turned and headed off. This had been quite fun, he'd enjoyed it. But he reckoned the time had arrived to head off and so he headed off without a word more as the others continued to celebrate. He had his reasons for not wanting to stay for longer, reasons he continued to keep to himself. As he headed off he quietly decided that siting down and enjoying a waffled happened to be in his future. He was tired and waffles tasted quite good.

Coming into the celebration quite late, Essen had her hands raised jokingly feigning that she had escaped. "I think we've been spotted, Coda," Essen joked. "The jailbirds have escaped. Ah well. GG everyone!" Essen said, joining in the fray. Whatever the outcome was... Essen did feel fulfilled. The pink team gave it an honest effort and certainly gave the orange team a run for their money - not having known Five said that exact phrase earlier. Essen took a sip of her juice that she had in the orange team jail, before screwing the cap back on. "Y'all are fuckin' fast as hell, you know that?" Essen said to the orange team, or at least who was around. "You had me panting in the neutral zone, let me tell you." Essen looked around. "Anyone seen Kaylee?"

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Speak of the devil and she shall appear as Kaylee walked back onto her own territory, finishing off the sports drink she had "Woo! Go Orange team!"

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Essen turned at the familiar sound of her girlfriend's voice and approached her gently. "Kayleebug!" She said. "Congratulations babygirl. You did so great!" Essen opened her arms for a hug. "I didn't hurt you when I tried to tag you did I? Are you hurt at all from any of this??"

"Heyyy. Yeah, you did too! It was a great game!" Kaylee said as she enthusiastically accepted the hug. "Ah, no, of course not, worse I got was probably a few scrapes, tripped on a rock over your side. You didn't get hurt, right?"

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Vara'l continued his attempt to slip away as he headed toward the neutral zone. As he went he slipped into deep thought as he mused over the game, smiled at the moments he'd enjoyed as he considered them. A smile something that remained briefly.. before it dropped as part of his mind regaled him with a if only. One that dropped his mood a tad as he slipped his hands in front of of him. Waffles would perk his mood again he reckoned as he walked and departed into the. #neutral-zone

"Oh my goodness! You don't need to go to medical do you? I can walk you there!" But it seemed Kaylee was doing alright, and wasn't any worse for wear, so Essen calmed herself. "Heh...sorry... got a little concerned there. Me? I'm..." Was she going to tell what happened in the jail? Yes - relationships were built on honesty and candor. "Physically, I'm okay. Just a little... you know." Essen pointed to her head, her temples. "Maybe not best to get into it here with everyone around us, y'know?" Essen laid her head on her girlfriend's shoulder, keeping her close. "I missed you during this, you know that? I ended up getting tagged, I hope you didn't get tagged too!" (edited)

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Having finally caught the majority of their breath, Sodor decided to go and sit down on a nearby log to enjoy the scenery for a little while. "Aside from the fact my legs are gonna be killing me tomorrow, the fact I nearly had a heart attack, and all of my attempts at tagging people failing miserably, I've had a great time!" The holodocumeter said with a grin, clearly not minding that their attempts at tagging failed. They had never been that athletic anyway. "I was thinking of getting a smoothie or something on my way out if anyone wants one. Replicated, not replicated, either way, cold, refreshing liquid is going down my throat in the next few minutes because I am really worn out."

With her head on Kaylee's shoulder, Essen listened to Sodor - huh! A smoothie could hit the spot! Why not have a little treat after the game? "I'm down! What about you babe? You want to get a smoothie with Sodor and I?" Essen asked Kaylee.

Kaylee gave a small concerned smile and gently wrapped her arms around Essen a little tighter. "I don't need to go to Medical. But, yeah, I spent nearly the whole game in jail, aha." Then the offer of smoothies came up. It had been forever since Kaylee had a good smoothie. "That sounds great!"

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