Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Ide Chatter
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solarismclaren
Dec 22, 2025, 4:20:24 AM (7 days ago) Dec 22
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( Taybrim's Office - Starbase 118 ))
Taybrim: You know you have an open invitation and I keep a few guest rooms always ready for the Ops senior staff.
Sol tilted her head to the side. She hadn't realized that actually. Of course hearing it made perfect sense that Sal would do such a thing.
McLaren: I'll remember that... and take you up on that offer next time.
Taybrim: Fresh air, a nice long walk, a good sleep, a healthy breakfast. Give it a week and you’ll feel like a brand new person. Well, maybe the same old person with a fresh coat of paint.
She laughed at that.
McLaren: I think everyone can use that every once in a while...
Taybrim: Yes, there is one problem with Raskor – it’s so nice my mother wants to visit.
Sol grimaced slightly. What little she knew of Sal's mother had sounded like a typical domineering Betazoid mother. One of the few things you probably didn't look forward to showing up on your nice tropical planet. It certainly didn't sound that entertaining to her anyway.
McLaren: Oh no...
Taybrim: I’d much rather host the Ops staff. Then I could connect with all my old friends and endlessly pester the new arrivals until they too become friends.
Sol laughed, nodding. She probably would have preferred the Ops staff to his mother as well, though really the only way to know such a thing would have been to meet his mother, and she wasn't sure that was a good idea either.
McLaren: Well you could always request a starship, if you wanted to dissuade your mother from visiting. Im sure command would give you one.
That was perhaps a 'throw the baby out with the bathwater' solution, but it was mostly a joke anyway. She grinned sipping her drink some more.
Taybrim: Response?
She shrugged.
McLaren: It was mostly a joke. I don't think either of us could leave this sector without some persuasion, but I'd be lying if I had said the past couple years hadnt had me thinking on what it might be like and where I might want to go.
Taybrim: Response?
She shook her head.
McLaren: No... I don't think Im actually considering it at the moment. Just one of those flights of fancy, you know? What if kinda thing? I think my "old" age is making me more reflective... :: Of course she was only 35, and not actually that old, but boy did she sometimes feel it. :: Besides there aren't many places in the fleet in need of a career intelligence officer at the moment anyway, so you're all stuck with me.
Taybrim: You know you have an open invitation and I keep a few guest rooms always ready for the Ops senior staff.
Sol tilted her head to the side. She hadn't realized that actually. Of course hearing it made perfect sense that Sal would do such a thing.
McLaren: I'll remember that... and take you up on that offer next time.
Taybrim: Fresh air, a nice long walk, a good sleep, a healthy breakfast. Give it a week and you’ll feel like a brand new person. Well, maybe the same old person with a fresh coat of paint.
She laughed at that.
McLaren: I think everyone can use that every once in a while...
Taybrim: Yes, there is one problem with Raskor – it’s so nice my mother wants to visit.
Sol grimaced slightly. What little she knew of Sal's mother had sounded like a typical domineering Betazoid mother. One of the few things you probably didn't look forward to showing up on your nice tropical planet. It certainly didn't sound that entertaining to her anyway.
McLaren: Oh no...
Taybrim: I’d much rather host the Ops staff. Then I could connect with all my old friends and endlessly pester the new arrivals until they too become friends.
Sol laughed, nodding. She probably would have preferred the Ops staff to his mother as well, though really the only way to know such a thing would have been to meet his mother, and she wasn't sure that was a good idea either.
McLaren: Well you could always request a starship, if you wanted to dissuade your mother from visiting. Im sure command would give you one.
That was perhaps a 'throw the baby out with the bathwater' solution, but it was mostly a joke anyway. She grinned sipping her drink some more.
Taybrim: Response?
She shrugged.
McLaren: It was mostly a joke. I don't think either of us could leave this sector without some persuasion, but I'd be lying if I had said the past couple years hadnt had me thinking on what it might be like and where I might want to go.
Taybrim: Response?
She shook her head.
McLaren: No... I don't think Im actually considering it at the moment. Just one of those flights of fancy, you know? What if kinda thing? I think my "old" age is making me more reflective... :: Of course she was only 35, and not actually that old, but boy did she sometimes feel it. :: Besides there aren't many places in the fleet in need of a career intelligence officer at the moment anyway, so you're all stuck with me.
She stuck out her tongue some and laughed.
Taybrim: Response?
Taybrim: Response?
She pointed at him with the hand holding her glass.
McLaren: Plus someone has to keep you out of trouble.
Taybrim: Response?
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