Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - The Oracle of Guidance.
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Jul 23, 2026, 8:04:08 AM (yesterday) Jul 23
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( Sol's Apartment - San Francisco District - Starbase 118 ))
From within her bedroom, Sol could hear the sounds of music coming from the bar down below through he open doorway to her balcony. She stepped out for a moment, watching the artificial sunset for a few moments head gently bobbing in time with the music. She stood for a few moments before pushing off the railing and moving back into her bedroom. She pulled the door shut behind her and moved over to her wardrobe, pushing dresses aside. The Starlight Ballroom was one of 118's best ballrooms, and that was saying something on a station with enough diplomatic facilities to host several dozen different groups at once. So she needed to find something that suited the occasion. She shuffled through a few before settling on a red off the shoulder number which she considered for a few moments before pulling it from the wardrobe. She set it out on her bed and retrieved a coset and pair of heels from the wardrobe as well. She glaned at the chronometer realizing she had to hurry.
(( Deck 499 - Corridor ))
Sol was running a bit late, which was unlike her. Still even despite that she was decked out in her dress and heels, her sunstone pendant gently bobbing as she moved hurrying along the corridor at a good clip. Her hair was left to flow down her back, just pulled back loosely eith some clips. She spied another dressed up headed in the same direction. She slowed slightly recognizing the form of their Vulcan/Lumerian engineer.
McLaren: A'Mayri, headed to the ballroom?
A'Mayri: Response?
Sol nodded, pointing down the corridor.
McLaren: It's just this way. The ballroom itself is amazing... nice view out into the docking area.
A'Mayri: Response?
Sol began to move off down the corridor and before long another pair came into view, stopped at a junction. Individuals she also recognized. Their Bajoran communications and operations officer, and the most recent arrival.
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: Luxa, Tori. :: She smiled. :: Not surprising, most people dont have a reason to come up this way often.
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?
Sol nodded.
McLaren: Not to worry, I know exactly where it is.
A’Mayri: ?
Sol pointed down one of the corridors that lead toward the inner sections of the station.
McLaren: Just down this way... not too far.
Lorana/Ysatch/A'Mayri: Response?
Sol started off again, falling in beside the group. She looked over at them, eyes studying their dress. Everyone had clearly gotten the memo.
McLaren: Everyone looking lovely tonight. :: She paused. :: Luxa that dress is gorgeous on you,
Lorana/Ysatch/A'Mayri: Response?
From within her bedroom, Sol could hear the sounds of music coming from the bar down below through he open doorway to her balcony. She stepped out for a moment, watching the artificial sunset for a few moments head gently bobbing in time with the music. She stood for a few moments before pushing off the railing and moving back into her bedroom. She pulled the door shut behind her and moved over to her wardrobe, pushing dresses aside. The Starlight Ballroom was one of 118's best ballrooms, and that was saying something on a station with enough diplomatic facilities to host several dozen different groups at once. So she needed to find something that suited the occasion. She shuffled through a few before settling on a red off the shoulder number which she considered for a few moments before pulling it from the wardrobe. She set it out on her bed and retrieved a coset and pair of heels from the wardrobe as well. She glaned at the chronometer realizing she had to hurry.
(( Deck 499 - Corridor ))
Sol was running a bit late, which was unlike her. Still even despite that she was decked out in her dress and heels, her sunstone pendant gently bobbing as she moved hurrying along the corridor at a good clip. Her hair was left to flow down her back, just pulled back loosely eith some clips. She spied another dressed up headed in the same direction. She slowed slightly recognizing the form of their Vulcan/Lumerian engineer.
McLaren: A'Mayri, headed to the ballroom?
A'Mayri: Response?
Sol nodded, pointing down the corridor.
McLaren: It's just this way. The ballroom itself is amazing... nice view out into the docking area.
A'Mayri: Response?
Sol began to move off down the corridor and before long another pair came into view, stopped at a junction. Individuals she also recognized. Their Bajoran communications and operations officer, and the most recent arrival.
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: Luxa, Tori. :: She smiled. :: Not surprising, most people dont have a reason to come up this way often.
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?
Sol nodded.
McLaren: Not to worry, I know exactly where it is.
A’Mayri: ?
Sol pointed down one of the corridors that lead toward the inner sections of the station.
McLaren: Just down this way... not too far.
Lorana/Ysatch/A'Mayri: Response?
Sol started off again, falling in beside the group. She looked over at them, eyes studying their dress. Everyone had clearly gotten the memo.
McLaren: Everyone looking lovely tonight. :: She paused. :: Luxa that dress is gorgeous on you,
Lorana/Ysatch/A'Mayri: Response?
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