Posted by Captain Zarcal (Person Who Runs The Ship (CO)) in Side Sim I am not a (Open)

Posted by Ensign Emery Mackenzie McCoy (Yeoman/Tailor) in Side Sim I am not a (Open)

Posted by Captain Zarcal (Person Who Runs The Ship (CO)) in Side Sim I am not a (Open)
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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.

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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)

After the shuttle got settled and Emery showed the officer her transfer orders, she followed the directions to find the Captain, to check in and on him, she wasn’t certain what had happened but it sounded as if he had been tackled by something, not hurt by the sounds of it but she wasn’t certain, afterwards if he had not immediate needs she would start settling in her quarters and get her boarding evals done. Then it would be a matter of seeing what the Captain expected of her and offering her free time to tailoring for the crew.

She rang the chime on the Captain’s quarters and waited.

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

Zarcal had gotten Rhyolite settled and answered the door, a think wafting of yellow gas escaped as he converted the atmosphere to an M class and he lit up under the breathing mask and said, “Welcome welcome, I’ve always been a fan of those more informal meetings. Please come in and I can introduce you to the little family I have, just me and my little rock baby” He said as he got out of the way of the door and said, “Of course please make yourself at home”

Zarcal, CO

“Hello,” she paused confused and blinked at his mention of rock baby, then she saw the creature she frowned slightly trying to remember the name of the creature, Horta? She shrugged it off, it was something she could look up later to be certain, “Nice to meet you, Captain,” Emery said as she entered the room, “Emery McCoy at your service and I also do tailoring if you happen to be in want of a new look.” she added with a slightly cheeky note in her voice.

Emery McCoy, Yeoman Tailor (brat cat in disguise)