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Side Sim: A party, of sorts

Posted Sept. 9, 2020, 6:05 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dum and Dee Tweedle (Chief Engineer) (Russell Watt)

Posted by Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: A party, of sorts

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dum and Dee Tweedle (Chief Engineer) in Side Sim: A party, of sorts

Posted by Captain Aaron Michaels (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: A party, of sorts
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Aaron paced the length of the lounge, occasionally stopping to add water balloons or glitter bombs in various places. He looked down at the tricorder in his hand, as it bleeped at him. Smiling, he said, “computer, initiate Party Music playlist.” As Splish Splash by Bobby Darin, a song from the later half of the 20th century, began to play through the speakers in the lounge.

He tapped his commbadge, =/\=”All hands, please come tot the lounge for a party.”=/\=

Aaron Michaels, CO

Byr entered the lounge hearing the strange music as his antennae twitched. He wasn’t sure what to think of the piece, but it was considered classical earthern music so he just shrugged. “Hello, captain… what’s the cause for the celebration?” he asked with curiosity.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

“We lived.” Aaron said, moving a chair over to the door and putting tape up to trap whoever was the next person to come through. “That should be reason enough!”

Aaron Michaels, CO

Lt. Burcham entered the lounge. He heard the song being played, and he chuckled a little bit. “A party, this should be cool.” He said as he took a seat.
LT. Burcham, CoS

Valentina wasn’t one for parties, as such. A given reason, like a small gathering after promotions, was one thing. But mingling wasn’t her strong suit. She actually arrived in civilian attire, a pair of deep blue leggings with a matching skirt attacked that was cut higher on the right side than the left, and a silver colored off the shoulder, sleeveless top that fit her in all the right places. Her hair was still up in the regulation braided coil from that morning. As she entered, she stopped to get a drink and looked for a table near the windows to put her back to space and watch those coming and going. Setting her PaDD in her lap, she casually started going back over the ship logs and personnel files she had been working on since the finish of their last escapade.

Commander Valentina Bellini
Executive Officer (XO)

As soon as he was done taping the door, Aaron hauled out a bucket of tribbles, and set them up on a long table, with small, wide-mouthed cups of synthehol on one end, and began to toss tribbles at the cups. “Who wants to play tribble dunking?!”

Aaron Michaels, CO

OOC: minor edit to the above

“After you, Dum” Dee said smoothly to the shambling mound of brown paste and and peanuts to its side.

“Oh no,” rumbled Dum back, “you first - age before beauty.”

The new co Chief Engineers of the USS Constellations were recent additions to the ship. They were from the planet of Cal-E and they were permitted to enter the Academy after it was shown they were sentient and that they went together like tomato and grilled cheese. Once they were assigned two different ships. But when both become non-responsive while separated by great distance, they were quickly brought back together and they resumed their services to the Federation.

They were a pair of blobs that were siblings of a sort and lovers of a sort. Like all siblings, they did fight from time to time, but their fighting consisted of words and not physicality because when they bumped into each other they became stuck, and it took a lot of effort by medical staff to ensure the bits of Dum were one of the blobs and the bits of Dee were the other blob. The consistency of jello and the consistency of peanut butter were vastly different, after all and they found it rude and more than a bit embarrassing to get caught up with their sibling.

“If you insist,” both said in unison and fitted through the door side by side, with their respective blobs not touching the other blob.

“Clearly you have gone on a diet,” Dee said to its fellow.

“Are you saying I was fat?” Dum asked.

“Well, yes, how did you slim down? Stopped adding salt and sugar?” Dee asked.

“No, you know very well that I contain 25% less salt than other anthropomorphic peanut butter, and I’m now neither oily or dry,” Dum said.

“Oh I noticed you no longer left a trail behind you as you oozed along.” Dee complimented the other blob.

“Why thanks, I figured the ensigns needed a break from clearing up after me, us peanut butter Tweedkes are considerate like that,” Dum admitted.

The two anthropomorphic blobs began to dance. Dum was rather short and wide, while Dee was slender (for a blob) and tall. As they danced, the peanuts in Dum and the fruit bits in Dee could be seen gyrating along with their gelatinous pastes.

  • Dum and Dee Tweedle
    Joint Chief Engineers
    USS Constellation

Byr didn’t recognize the newcomers, as he hadn’t seen them down on the surface. He was also not as familiar with their race but reminded him in a strange way of the Binars, if not as harmonious, even if their dance betrayed the rivalry he saw at the door. He just hoped he wasn’t going to be put on the cleanup crew afterwards.

Ensign Byrnarterro Chr’riaqer, Science

As the Tweedles danced, their movements became more and more frantic and they weaved and flowed around each other. It seemed to take a bigger toll on Dum than on Dee, as the opaque blob stopped dancing and made its way towards Byr.

“Hello,” rumbled Dum to Byr, “do you dance, friend?”

  • Dee and Dum Tweedle
    Co Chief Engineers

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