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The motel located on the skirts of the Underbelly isn't exactly ritzy. One would think a clone with a fixation for monetary gain and high-end living wouldn't settle for such, but then again, he IS a drug dealer. One has to know where their clients go, or maybe he just needs a place that provides privacy first and asks questions never. There's no stop at the lobby or front desk; Shark already has a key card and heads straight for the door with the brass numbers 115 affixed to it. Key punched, lock clicks from a red light to green, doorknob turned and the way is open.

Maybe it's for the best this is still a Nexus venue that's good for not asking questions, because Shark is now leading a decidedly more masculine Adia by the hand into his room.

The room is dim, lit only by the daylight coming through the slats of the window shades. The beds are two singles, the sheets made on one, the other still rumpled from when the person in it got up. The TV is already on, left that way from their original departure, the audio on mute. The show currently on seems to be a sitcom starring a family of people who appear they're made of stone.

The usual amenities are also in the room; mini-fridge (full of beer), end table and alarm clock, microwave, closet (extra pillows/blankets, ironing board, standing fan), bathroom (door closed, lights on and shining from under the door.)

Only after the front door has closed behind them does Shark let go of Adia's hand. The clone looks briefly lost, wondering where to start, what to say, what needs to be done. His brow is wet with nervous sweat. The difficulty in breathing fully seems to eventually give Shark a place to begin. His tie is yanked undone and thrown onto the unmade bed. His coat is thrown there as well before he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, thankfully(?) turned away from Adia. But he only gets three buttons down before Shark is stopped cold at the sight of cleavage.

"Okay." He says it softly to himself, moving his hands away from those buttons and turning his face forward again. "Okay, okay, okay. Be cool. Everyone be cool. Let's just be cool. Gotta be cool." The tension in Shark's posture, the cracking of his voice and the sweat starting to trickle down from his temple indicates being cool is an upward struggle.
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It's just getting on to dark in the Nexus when a familiar whine cuts through the muggy evening air. The noise from the open ramp of the Millenium Falcon grows until the underlying rumble of a motorcycle engine cuts through the thick air as Natasha pulls up just outside the ship.

Nat hops off the bike quickly, but takes her time removing all the gear she'd worn. The suit hadn't been cheap to get and getting it dirty before the onset was unheard of. She carefully removes the helmet, the track suit she'd worn over the nice clothes, and pulls the dress shoes she'd bought out of the bag of gear she'd carried along and carefully slips them on before making her way up the ramp and onto the ship.

Everything about the outfit Nat selected had been carefully considered all the way down to the cuff links. Granted, this getup is designed to impress her target and not so much a space pilot like Han is, but he should still be able to help judge the way she carries herself. Walks. Talks. She'd even taken a leaf out of the good captain's book when it came to styling her hair. Giving it a bit of the windswept wave instead of slicking it back or the like.

"Knock, knock."

It's still so weird hearing a mans voice when she talks. Wrong. But if this stays for a day or so, she'll be one more thread complete on her web.
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Stratos has never seen Jim's ship, aside from a few pictures Felix brought back for her. Her brother has been here many times, she knows. There's real curiosity in her eyes when the PINpoint drops them in his quarters and she has the chance to look about them. She doesn't know much of ships, and mere images didn't give her much sense of what to expect. There's none of the noise or the smell she expected subconsciously.

"This is... rather nice," she says, stepping back. It's more spacious than a captain's room on any ship she's been aboard. Warm without the scent of a fire. Sleek and neatly put-together as Jim likes to be himself. And there's a sense of... something all around them, like a muted enchantment. She can see why Felix spends so much time here.

Well, the most important one came with her, of course.


Jul. 19th, 2017 11:17 am
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 Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
― Zora Neale Hurston


Jul. 19th, 2017 01:12 pm

The Cat that Got Lost

Jul. 18th, 2017 05:53 pm
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Crookshanks had gotten bored of his witch visiting around with more and more people. He just wanted to go home. And so he had wandered off on his own.

However, no matter how brilliant he felt, the Nexus was a large place and very easy to get lost in. And he tried to retrace his steps, but that too failed to bring him back to where he had left Hermione.

He sat down to ponder his next option. And meowed softly... maybe Hermione would hear him? She was the one that got lost, after all.

shirtless time pic

Jul. 15th, 2017 05:10 pm
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Jul. 15th, 2017 01:36 pm

Complicated Matters

Jul. 14th, 2017 06:01 pm
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Shifts have been all over the place in the last few weeks. There had been an outbreak of a virus on the ship leaving the Enterprise understaffed while the Medbay stayed full to bursting dealing with the disaster. Spock and Bones have hardly slept in three days with their work, leaving Jim with the nagging feeling of uselessness he gets in emergencies that aren't within his expertise to solve.

The only thing he could think of to do was to pick up as many shifts as possible to give those who were healthy a chance to rest. He's on his third consecutive shift and while Yeoman Rand has been keeping a steady supply of coffee for the captain even that is starting to not be enough to keep the captain awake.

He rifles through the stack of data pads at his station before picking up the one at the bottom and switching it on. He'll work on his pet project during the downtime--something to actively focus on will keep fatigue from catching up with him.

He's found the Starfleet regulations he needs to cite. The paperwork still needs to be done, but he doesn't want to turn to Bones or anyone else for help with this until he's absolutely sure it will work. Which colonies have passing xenotoxicology degrees that he can forge. Getting a fake ID will be easier, especially if he uses a Rim colony. But which one? Do any of the brass at Starfleet have relatives there that would impede this facade? What's their security like on their systems? He'll get the paperwork he needs and forge the rest of it. Craft an identity and then....

Probably get yelled at by Bones for what he's trying to do, before Jim convinces him to sign off on the requests. He won't refuse in the end. Jim hopes, at least. He sets the PADD aside when McKesson calls out a reading on the scanners.

Request for addition of civilian contractor, it reads.

Position: Science officer. Specialty: xenotoxicology.
Name: Felix Caelus

Serving aboard Galactica

Jul. 12th, 2017 10:22 pm
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((tl;dr -- Adia assists with a disease outbreak aboard Galactica and meets Captain Agathorn and his daughter, Hera, the only Cylon-human hybrid. This story is heavily based on the Season 3 episode The Woman King, and the characters and medical terms contained within are canon.))

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sherlock pintrest etc

Jul. 11th, 2017 02:59 pm
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sherolly uni lock so pretty <3

Jul. 10th, 2017 07:10 am
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sketches and things

Jul. 9th, 2017 07:04 am
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[OOC] Headcanon meme

Jul. 7th, 2017 08:01 pm
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All answers assume normal everyday life aboard the Enterprise. As of the time this was posted, the ship is in drydock for repairs.

What does their bedroom look like? The captain's quarters are the biggest aboard the Enterprise. It's one big single room with a half-wall partition separating the sleeping area from his workstation, which includes a desk and personal computer interface. There's a window above his single bunk that looks out into space, but no wall decorations. The furniture is all Starfleet-issued with no customization or variance from crew standard. There are two hidden doors in the sleeping area, one of which leads to a closet containing a dozen shipboard gold uniforms, two gray dress uniforms, one of each of the other styles of uniform, and a small selection of civilian clothing. The other door leads to a bathroom that is shared between the first officer's quarters next door. Other than his clothes, the only personal items on display are a crate of paperback books and some random knickknacks that he's picked up on various planets around Federation space.

Do they have any daily rituals? Jim always stops at the officers' mess every morning before his shift to get a bagel and coffee, which he usually refills before reporting to the bridge. Assuming there are no interruptions or crises that need to be addressed, he spends the first half hour of duty catching up on requisition forms and reports from the night shift. Jim and Spock are also in the habit of playing chess two to three times per week, usually around 1900 hours.

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