((USS Artemis, deck 3, turbolift))
The three entered the turbolift, with Vitor leaning back against the door, Sam was about to ask him if he was okay but he spoke before she could.
Silveira: Damn… It's been three years…
S. Richards: Three years?
Lyara: Response
With his smile fading, Sil shook his head and raised his hands.
Silveira: Sorry… I just did the math. I cut my beard three years ago. When the Resolution was destroyed. There's actually a memorial to it on the station… But let's change the topic.
Today is a good day for fun.
S. Richards: Well, ::grabbing Sil’s arm:: Tonight, is in memory of the Resolution. ::Pausing for a moment:: That’s a ship right? Not some weird Starfleet thing? I don’t want it to be in memory of something weird.
Lyara/Silveira: Response
Laughing, Sam looked at Lyara to make sure she hadn’t scared the Bajoran away yet.
S. Richards: ::To Lyara:: I promise I am not always this strange… Who am I kidding? This is the baseline for me. I exist on this level of strange.
Lyara/Silveira: Response
The three reached their destination, and stepped out of the turbolift.
S. Richards: ::Turning to Sil and Lyara:: Where to first?
Lyara/Silveira: Response
((OOC: Feel free to time skip us forward to wherever you want to go! Let's get this fun going!))
TAG/TBC