Ensign Ysatch Tori -- Co-lost
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Patrick Hogan
Jul 22, 2026, 10:58:20 PM (2 days ago) Jul 22
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((Ensign Ysatch's quarters, Starbase 118)
Ysatch Tori was late.
Not to the party; if he left right this moment, he probably still would've been one of the earlier arrivals. But Ryden had sent him a message that he and Alok were heading over early. Tori's original plan, to get there even earlier, was spoiled when he ignored the computer's reminder while scrolling through different jacket patterns in the replicator's database.
"Elegant and comfortable" the commander's invitation had said. But every jacket that looked elegant didn't seem very comfortable. And everything that looked comfortable to Tori was pronounceably inelegant. Meanwhile, the minutes slipped away.
Tori sighed. He would be here all night unless he just picked something. He covered his eyes with his hand and took a stab at the screen.
Ysatch: Computer, replicate this one.
The computer's chime was followed by the sound of the replicator whirring to life. Bypassing the screen entirely, Tori uncovered his eyes and went right to the replicator. The jacket was black with pinstripes, but the pinstripes followed all the hues of the rainbow. Just the sort of colorful outfit Tori liked. And the black background gave a slight air of -- dare he hope -- elegance? He could pair this with a dark shirt and light slacks and make it work. He hoped.
A few minutes later, he was out the door and tucking his shirt in as he jogged along towards the turbolift.
((Somewhere on Deck 499))
He had still been working on making sure his outfit was tucked in properly and unrumpled when he realized he had missed his stop. Getting off at Deck 498, he figured it would be easy enough to work his way up to the venue instead of waiting for the next upward car.
Boy was he wrong. And lost. He was wrong and lost.
oO Ryden is probably there already. He's looking up at the door every time someone comes in and all of those people aren't you. Oo
He picked up speed, rounding a corner to a fork in the hallway where he found a grey-furred Caitian in a green dress. She also seemed to be examining her surroundings with some confusion. The dress was certainly elegant and she appeared comfortable wearing in it. It didn't take too much of a stretch to assume she was probably also trying to find the party.
She saw him approaching and smiled widely. Tori smiled back.
Lorana: You look like you might be heading in the same direction as me :: luxa looked around :: only I don’t know which direction that might be.
Ysatch: :: very friendly:: Hi! Yeah! Unless this deck has a surplus of ballrooms I think we're bound the same way. ::his smile falters a bit:: ... and I wish I could tell you where it is, but I've only lived here a short time myself.
Lorana: Well we’re in the same boat then. Maybe we’ll be able to figure this out together? What do you say?
Ysatch: :: smile perks back up :: Sounds perfect, we can do more damage that way.
Lorana: Great!
She began to walk off in a direction and for a moment Tori was relieved that she seemed to at least have an idea of where to start. But then her pace slowed to a halt.
Ysatch: So it's not that way?
Lorana: I don’t know. Honestly I usually have a better sense of direction than this.
Ysatch: ::chuckling:: It's fine. How about I give my boyfriend a call for directions. He left early and is probably already there.
oO You just called Ryden your boyfriend in front of a stranger. Oo
It had happened so naturally and without thought, the blush didn't arrive on his face until his hand was halfway to his commbadge. Why was he blushing? He wasn't embarrassed. Thanks to the work of Colleen McPotts, officers were probably aware of Ryden and Tori's budding romance as far out as Amity Station. It was just still exciting thinking of Ryden that way, he guessed.
He only hoped McPotts wasn't in the vicinity when Ryden answered the call, or the little lost ensign might end up being the star of another newsletter.
Rescuing him from further infamy, two familiar faces took that moment to pull into view.
Lorana: Just when I thought we might never escape from this deck!
Ysatch: Commander! A'Mayri! This is embarrassing but we seem to have gotten a bit turned around looking for the ballroom.
McLaren/A’Mayri: ?
Realizing at that moment that he had no idea who the other half of his "we" consisted of. Tori quickly turned back to his new Caitian friend.
Ysatch: Prophets! Sorry, i was so preoccupied with being lost, I didn't introduce myself. Ensign Ysatch Tori -- just Tori to my friends.
Lorana: ?
Turning back to the Commander and A'Mayri, Tori adopted a hopeful smile.
Ysatch: Please tell me one of you knows how to get to the Starlight Ballroom?
McLaren/A’Mayri: ?
Tags/TBC
(((OOC: See below a picture of Tori's outfit for the party
)))
Ysatch Tori was late.
Not to the party; if he left right this moment, he probably still would've been one of the earlier arrivals. But Ryden had sent him a message that he and Alok were heading over early. Tori's original plan, to get there even earlier, was spoiled when he ignored the computer's reminder while scrolling through different jacket patterns in the replicator's database.
"Elegant and comfortable" the commander's invitation had said. But every jacket that looked elegant didn't seem very comfortable. And everything that looked comfortable to Tori was pronounceably inelegant. Meanwhile, the minutes slipped away.
Tori sighed. He would be here all night unless he just picked something. He covered his eyes with his hand and took a stab at the screen.
Ysatch: Computer, replicate this one.
The computer's chime was followed by the sound of the replicator whirring to life. Bypassing the screen entirely, Tori uncovered his eyes and went right to the replicator. The jacket was black with pinstripes, but the pinstripes followed all the hues of the rainbow. Just the sort of colorful outfit Tori liked. And the black background gave a slight air of -- dare he hope -- elegance? He could pair this with a dark shirt and light slacks and make it work. He hoped.
A few minutes later, he was out the door and tucking his shirt in as he jogged along towards the turbolift.
((Somewhere on Deck 499))
He had still been working on making sure his outfit was tucked in properly and unrumpled when he realized he had missed his stop. Getting off at Deck 498, he figured it would be easy enough to work his way up to the venue instead of waiting for the next upward car.
Boy was he wrong. And lost. He was wrong and lost.
oO Ryden is probably there already. He's looking up at the door every time someone comes in and all of those people aren't you. Oo
He picked up speed, rounding a corner to a fork in the hallway where he found a grey-furred Caitian in a green dress. She also seemed to be examining her surroundings with some confusion. The dress was certainly elegant and she appeared comfortable wearing in it. It didn't take too much of a stretch to assume she was probably also trying to find the party.
She saw him approaching and smiled widely. Tori smiled back.
Lorana: You look like you might be heading in the same direction as me :: luxa looked around :: only I don’t know which direction that might be.
Ysatch: :: very friendly:: Hi! Yeah! Unless this deck has a surplus of ballrooms I think we're bound the same way. ::his smile falters a bit:: ... and I wish I could tell you where it is, but I've only lived here a short time myself.
Lorana: Well we’re in the same boat then. Maybe we’ll be able to figure this out together? What do you say?
Ysatch: :: smile perks back up :: Sounds perfect, we can do more damage that way.
Lorana: Great!
She began to walk off in a direction and for a moment Tori was relieved that she seemed to at least have an idea of where to start. But then her pace slowed to a halt.
Ysatch: So it's not that way?
Lorana: I don’t know. Honestly I usually have a better sense of direction than this.
Ysatch: ::chuckling:: It's fine. How about I give my boyfriend a call for directions. He left early and is probably already there.
oO You just called Ryden your boyfriend in front of a stranger. Oo
It had happened so naturally and without thought, the blush didn't arrive on his face until his hand was halfway to his commbadge. Why was he blushing? He wasn't embarrassed. Thanks to the work of Colleen McPotts, officers were probably aware of Ryden and Tori's budding romance as far out as Amity Station. It was just still exciting thinking of Ryden that way, he guessed.
He only hoped McPotts wasn't in the vicinity when Ryden answered the call, or the little lost ensign might end up being the star of another newsletter.
Rescuing him from further infamy, two familiar faces took that moment to pull into view.
Lorana: Just when I thought we might never escape from this deck!
Ysatch: Commander! A'Mayri! This is embarrassing but we seem to have gotten a bit turned around looking for the ballroom.
McLaren/A’Mayri: ?
Realizing at that moment that he had no idea who the other half of his "we" consisted of. Tori quickly turned back to his new Caitian friend.
Ysatch: Prophets! Sorry, i was so preoccupied with being lost, I didn't introduce myself. Ensign Ysatch Tori -- just Tori to my friends.
Lorana: ?
Turning back to the Commander and A'Mayri, Tori adopted a hopeful smile.
Ysatch: Please tell me one of you knows how to get to the Starlight Ballroom?
McLaren/A’Mayri: ?
Tags/TBC
(((OOC: See below a picture of Tori's outfit for the party
)))----
Ensign Ysatch Tori
Com/Ops Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240303TY1
Ensign Ysatch Tori
Com/Ops Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240303TY1
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