Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Small Talks.
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solarismclaren
Jan 13, 2026, 11:45:28 AM (3 days ago) Jan 13
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( Rooftop - Hauteur Serene Hotel ))
McLaren: I didn't recognize your face. Been on the station long?
Dylan’s thumb brushed once over the thin bracelet at her wrist, silver and gold braided together, slightly worn, an unconscious grounding habit before her hand lowered again.
Bryce: A few days.
A waiter passed by them with a narrow tray of small plated bites, pausing to let the pair partake if they desired.
Sol took a quick glance at the hors d'oeuvres set upon the tray, eyes studying them carefully, before shaking her head. She was fine with her champaign for the moment.
Bryce: Thank you.
McLaren: No thanks.
The waiter moved on, the interruption minimal. The space between them closed again easily.
Sol sipped her champaign a smile on her face.
Bryce: It’s good to meet.
McLaren: Likewise. :: She looked around the rooftop for a moment, then refocused back on Dylan. :: What do you think of the station?
Bryce: It’s… a lot to take in, all at once. I'm still finding my footing, I suppose. Trying to absorb everything.
Sol listened as she spoke, eyes studying to woman in front of her. She had seen many new ensigns arrive on 118. Each had a different reaction, though almost all of them had said something similar when asked. The base was quite a lot to take in. It always took time for them to get acclimated, longer than it did aboard a starship.
Bryce: This is my first one of these.
That too was something she had heard before. 118's crew parties were always extravagant and tonights was no exception, especially given the occasion that it coincided with. And the... meddling was probably too harsh a word for whatever Sal had planned... but it was sure to kick things up a notch or seven.
McLaren: Well, this is one of the best times to arrive. No better time to meet everyone.
Bryce: Yes, it certainly feels like a good night to meet others and... oO observe everyone Oo... see how things go.
Sol smiled widely, nodding.
McLaren: It is! :: She paused, then leaned in a bit closer. :: And I hear there is something extra special planned... though I dont know what it will be exactly.
Bryce: Response?
Sol again scanned the roof, taking in the crew.
McLaren: I'm probably a bit biased... but theres no better posting in the fleet.
Bryce: Response?
Sol nodded slightly. She was perhaps not the best judge, given she had only ever really served on two postings.
McLaren: There so much to see in the commercial sector alone.
Sol gestured out to the area beyond the edge of the rooftop they occupied.
Bryce: Response?
McLaren: So then... tell me a bit about yourself... what brought you to Starfleet?
Bryce: Response?
McLaren: I didn't recognize your face. Been on the station long?
Dylan’s thumb brushed once over the thin bracelet at her wrist, silver and gold braided together, slightly worn, an unconscious grounding habit before her hand lowered again.
Bryce: A few days.
A waiter passed by them with a narrow tray of small plated bites, pausing to let the pair partake if they desired.
Sol took a quick glance at the hors d'oeuvres set upon the tray, eyes studying them carefully, before shaking her head. She was fine with her champaign for the moment.
Bryce: Thank you.
McLaren: No thanks.
The waiter moved on, the interruption minimal. The space between them closed again easily.
Sol sipped her champaign a smile on her face.
Bryce: It’s good to meet.
McLaren: Likewise. :: She looked around the rooftop for a moment, then refocused back on Dylan. :: What do you think of the station?
Bryce: It’s… a lot to take in, all at once. I'm still finding my footing, I suppose. Trying to absorb everything.
Sol listened as she spoke, eyes studying to woman in front of her. She had seen many new ensigns arrive on 118. Each had a different reaction, though almost all of them had said something similar when asked. The base was quite a lot to take in. It always took time for them to get acclimated, longer than it did aboard a starship.
Bryce: This is my first one of these.
That too was something she had heard before. 118's crew parties were always extravagant and tonights was no exception, especially given the occasion that it coincided with. And the... meddling was probably too harsh a word for whatever Sal had planned... but it was sure to kick things up a notch or seven.
McLaren: Well, this is one of the best times to arrive. No better time to meet everyone.
Bryce: Yes, it certainly feels like a good night to meet others and... oO observe everyone Oo... see how things go.
Sol smiled widely, nodding.
McLaren: It is! :: She paused, then leaned in a bit closer. :: And I hear there is something extra special planned... though I dont know what it will be exactly.
Bryce: Response?
Sol again scanned the roof, taking in the crew.
McLaren: I'm probably a bit biased... but theres no better posting in the fleet.
Bryce: Response?
Sol nodded slightly. She was perhaps not the best judge, given she had only ever really served on two postings.
McLaren: There so much to see in the commercial sector alone.
Sol gestured out to the area beyond the edge of the rooftop they occupied.
Bryce: Response?
McLaren: So then... tell me a bit about yourself... what brought you to Starfleet?
Bryce: Response?
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