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Side Sim I am not a (Open)

Posted May 7, 2021, 10:03 p.m. by Captain Zarcal (Person Who Runs The Ship (CO)) (Brian Richards)

Posted by Ensign Emery Mackenzie McCoy (Yeoman/Tailor) in Side Sim I am not a (Open)
Emery Mackenzie McCoy, accomplished tailor and hardworking yeoman, who could often times be found in a kitchen cooking up something or other. Today her musing and cooking were cut short by the chiming sound informing her that her new assignment had been approved. She needed to get her things together and catch the next shuttle to meet up with the USS Constellation rumors said it was affectionately called the Connie.

Emery hurried through her quarters packing and setting aside what she felt she could leave behind since she wasn’t certain of the space she would be allotted for her yeoman duties and the duties she would be filling as tailor. She loved creating new cloths for folks she enjoyed her yeoman duties too. She just hoped that none of those duties would include need to be around any arachnids. She absolutely dispised spiders and anything spider-like. Just thinking about them was enough to give her the shudders.

Emery checked her packing and made sure she had her crochet hooks and yarn, books and her specialized tailoring tools. Yes that was all of it.
The plants she was donate to the base’s science department. She could always get more plants but the books were real and so was the hooks, yarn and tailoring tools. Those she did not want to replicate. She looked around the room one last time and headed out of the room to go catch her shuttle.

Three days later the shuttle Odinson was hailing the USS Constellation to dock and drop off the new yeoman.

Emery McCoy, Yeoman, Tailor (brat cat in disguise)

Zarcal was in his quarters when he heard the chime come over the ship wide comms about a ship requesting docking. Much like an annoying grocery story it came again, and again with a “Ship requesting docking, who will respond?” He rolled his eyes and opened a line to the shuttle and said, “Zarcal here, permiss....” when he was cut off by the impact of an impatient Horta that wasn’t getting enough daddy time. The feed was filled with a gurgling and cooing baby rock now on top of Zarcal as he said, “Permission granted… I hope to see you soon…”

Zarcal (and Rhyolite)


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