Lt. Cmd. Silveira: Let’s skip traditions… I want to see my gift…
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Mar 25, 2026, 6:50:53 PMMar 25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis-A, deck 3, Jovenan’s quarters))
Vitor hit Nan’s chime and waited for her to open the door. Seeing her was like enjoying the sunlight, he stepped in, with one hand he put the wrapped gift behind his back, reached for her waist and gently pulled her close to him with his other hand.
Silveira: I missed you my love.
Jovenan: Me too.
He leaned down, resting his forehead in hers. Closing his eyes he let himself enjoy the moment. It was as if time stopped when they were like this. He opened his eyes, smiled, kissed her, and pulled the gift near them.
Silveira: Merry late Christmas
Jovenan: Aww, thank you! Merry late Christmas!
He smiled as she curiously examined his present, even shaking it near her ear.
Silveira: I have a feeling you will like it.
Jovenan: Wait a moment, I have something for you as well.
Vitor looked as she went to get his gift, only then noticing she had a new sofa.
Actually he didn’t recall her having one, not like this anyway.
But any decoration doubts faded as Nan returned with his wrapped gift. He tipped his head, wondering what it could be. He couldn’t imagine what could be, the shape and the wrinkled wrapping weren’t given any clues.
Jovenan: I got it from Ferenginar and thought it would suit you. Commander Munro explained to me what it was. I hope you’ll like it.
It was extremely light and he was at a loss of what could be. The mention of Commander Munro meant it could be something from Earth.
Silveira: Thank you… I am eager to open it.
Nan gestured towards her new sofa and Vitor nodded. As they sat down he noticed it was quite comfortable and he looked puzzled at his gift as Nan turned to him.
Jovenan: How does this work? Do we open them now, or is there a ritual?
Vitor was holding his gift with eager expectation. He shook his head.
Silveira: Many rituals and traditions. But as we are running a little behind, and since I am eager to see what it is, I say we just set one of them.
Jovenan: Response
Vitor leaned forward, winked and gave her a quick kiss.
His eyes were glowing as he wanted to see what Nan had got him.
It’s been years since he was this excited with a Christmas gift.
Silveira: There, now let’s open them…
Jovenan: Response
He started unwrapping it, not overly carefully and as he started to recognize the shape he speeded up the process. The last pieces of wrapping paper were literally torn away as his eyes lightened up and he held the hat in his hands, as if it was a museum piece.
A cowboy hat. A real, genuine, dark brown cowboy hat. With leather band and iron buckle and all. A true cowboy hat.
Slowly, almost as if he was performing a ritual he put it on, straightening himself. He tipped it to Nan, before putting it slightly back and opening his arms.
Silveira: Nan… I love it… It’s… It’s the best Christmas gift I could ask for…
He leaned forward and kissed her, before tipping his cowboy hat slightly to the side and speaking with his best cowboy accent he could.
Which was truthfully something between cockney British, Texan gibberish and English… Somewhere
Silveira: Hot damn, giddy up, yuppy kay aye, diddly squat. ::he leaned forward:: That’s cowboy talk my little prairie rose of the desert. Let’s settle up and we will ride until sunset
Jovenan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor hit Nan’s chime and waited for her to open the door. Seeing her was like enjoying the sunlight, he stepped in, with one hand he put the wrapped gift behind his back, reached for her waist and gently pulled her close to him with his other hand.
Silveira: I missed you my love.
Jovenan: Me too.
He leaned down, resting his forehead in hers. Closing his eyes he let himself enjoy the moment. It was as if time stopped when they were like this. He opened his eyes, smiled, kissed her, and pulled the gift near them.
Silveira: Merry late Christmas
Jovenan: Aww, thank you! Merry late Christmas!
He smiled as she curiously examined his present, even shaking it near her ear.
Silveira: I have a feeling you will like it.
Jovenan: Wait a moment, I have something for you as well.
Vitor looked as she went to get his gift, only then noticing she had a new sofa.
Actually he didn’t recall her having one, not like this anyway.
But any decoration doubts faded as Nan returned with his wrapped gift. He tipped his head, wondering what it could be. He couldn’t imagine what could be, the shape and the wrinkled wrapping weren’t given any clues.
Jovenan: I got it from Ferenginar and thought it would suit you. Commander Munro explained to me what it was. I hope you’ll like it.
It was extremely light and he was at a loss of what could be. The mention of Commander Munro meant it could be something from Earth.
Silveira: Thank you… I am eager to open it.
Nan gestured towards her new sofa and Vitor nodded. As they sat down he noticed it was quite comfortable and he looked puzzled at his gift as Nan turned to him.
Jovenan: How does this work? Do we open them now, or is there a ritual?
Vitor was holding his gift with eager expectation. He shook his head.
Silveira: Many rituals and traditions. But as we are running a little behind, and since I am eager to see what it is, I say we just set one of them.
Jovenan: Response
Vitor leaned forward, winked and gave her a quick kiss.
His eyes were glowing as he wanted to see what Nan had got him.
It’s been years since he was this excited with a Christmas gift.
Silveira: There, now let’s open them…
Jovenan: Response
He started unwrapping it, not overly carefully and as he started to recognize the shape he speeded up the process. The last pieces of wrapping paper were literally torn away as his eyes lightened up and he held the hat in his hands, as if it was a museum piece.
A cowboy hat. A real, genuine, dark brown cowboy hat. With leather band and iron buckle and all. A true cowboy hat.
Slowly, almost as if he was performing a ritual he put it on, straightening himself. He tipped it to Nan, before putting it slightly back and opening his arms.
Silveira: Nan… I love it… It’s… It’s the best Christmas gift I could ask for…
He leaned forward and kissed her, before tipping his cowboy hat slightly to the side and speaking with his best cowboy accent he could.
Which was truthfully something between cockney British, Texan gibberish and English… Somewhere
Silveira: Hot damn, giddy up, yuppy kay aye, diddly squat. ::he leaned forward:: That’s cowboy talk my little prairie rose of the desert. Let’s settle up and we will ride until sunset
Jovenan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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