MOVED.

          i dream of sailing out to space upon a yacht of STARS, with port holes all along the sides   (  i’d gaze amazed at mars  ).   with mast made STRONG with spider webs and sail of fluffy cloud, i’d watch the earth go SWEEPING past as out to space i ploughed.

     i dream of sailing out to space to catch a STAR or two. exploring through the universe,

     looky here i’m alive i’m here wow, just popping on to give u another update bc i realise it’s been a month since my last one lmao. basically my summer has been super busy and amazing and i’ve had no time to do anything and i’m back at college on the 15th so am still rly busy doing all the work i should’ve done two months ago lmao. BUT !!  i am still planning to come back to rp. loki specifically, i’m not sure, but definitely back bc i super miss katie and am also STILL setting up this holtzmann blog lmao. katie’s gonna be archived  &  remade, as is loki if i come back to him rn, so it’ll be two or three new blogs   (  which ofc i will be plastering the links to all over my current two  ).

          yeah tho tl;dr:

His gaze would appear empty to her.   If it weren’t for the illusion of emotion in his voice, calibrated by a program made to be adaptive, there would be a hollowness to nearly everything about him.  But most of it could be covered up by clever programming, designed to make his interaction with biological, intelligent lifeforms more easy. Everything about him was a luxury.  He was a machine. 

                    “   awesome !   ”     that was the MAIN thing  ——  as long as he had got what she needed, katie had been trading long enough that she was pretty certain she could make this work one way or another.     “   um...   ”     a little frown clouded features for a moment, not sure if he’s JOKING or not at that last one  ——  either way she chuckled slightly   (  if only to herself  )   before looking back down to rummage through her bag.

        She could not have been more  l e n i e n t, Aurora thought, save by permitting the young woman to go unquestioned. No attempts had she made to arrest her, to call security or even reach for her phaser. Normally she would be proud of the decency shown. Right then, in that moment when Katie broke for the door, faster than Aurora could move to intercept           right then it seemed terribly foolish. Further proof that she did not belong in command. Enough time elapsed to allow her to remove her phaser from her belt, prepare to fire ( it was set already, as standard, to the lowest stun setting )… 

        But Aurora was saved the need to fire it. One of her own officers appeared in the doorway, effectively barricading the girl’s route of escape. Good ol’ Arek, Aurora thought quietly, smile upon her lips. He must have assumed by her recent command that Aurora had encountered another being upon the station, sent someone directly to her to help. He knew his captain’s determination for self-reliance all too well.  ❛ You know… I thought we could sit in the briefing room on my ship, have a nice, civil,  p l e a s a n t   conversation. I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. ❜

        She sighed, mind racing in momentary indecision. No, she would not have the conversation from the brig, not when Katie had done nothing to warrant it, save behave suspiciously.  ❛ Now I guess we’ll have to do so with an escort. But before we go, are there others on this station? Or are you alone? ❜

                         and ALL OF A SUDDEN that so simple escape was blocked  ——  katie stopped in her tracks before she walks straight into the officer that seemed to appear out of nowhere. she opened her mouth, looked up at him  &  turned her head back to the other woman in one confused motion as if she didn’t really know WHAT TO DO   (  and she certainly DIDN’T  ).   this wasn’t exactly something that happened to her a lot.

          “   uh...   ”     should she run ?  maybe  ——  if she TIMED it right perhaps she could have surprised them; pushed past him and simply hoped she was a little FASTER than either of them in the moment of confusion. but she didn’t, for some reason, perhaps in her EMBARRASSMENT now at a story that had worked so well to begin with falling through when she tried to go too far.

       Unlike most Starfleet officers who might find the sudden situation in front of them rattling, to say the least, after a brief start, Jadzia simply folded her hands behind her back and looked down at the station’s newest visitor. 

       “Bajoran space station, actually,” she corrected, smiling a little, “—Built by Cardassians.” Starfleet was only present on request of the Bajoran provisional government, a fact the first officer and one of Dax’s closest friends, Kira, liked to remind her about, often. 

       It was late, and Dax had been taking a midnight walk along the promenade to clear her head as she attempted to make sense of some of the newest readings the Federation listening outpost in the Gamma Quadrant had picked up through the wormhole. She wondered, briefly, and with a fair bit of humor, if she was hallucinating the girl haven fallen out of seemingly nowhere. I guess this is what I get for having three cups of Raktajino in one night, she told herself.

                         “   bajoran ?   ”     she hadn’t heard of such a race before, likely they were HUMANOID or the station would be differently designed, but beyond that katie was left wondering. perhaps this woman was bajoran   (  likely if it’s a bajoran station  &  there are officers aboard  )   but really she had no way of knowing. CARDASSIANS, of course, she had a little knowledge of  ——  but then again that was mostly only from one person so it seemed her cumulated knowledge was of LITTLE USE here.

          “   hmm. well thanks.   ”     katie chuckled slightly at the little joke, looking properly around herself now, turning a slow half circle from one side to the other. DEFINITELY designed for humanoids  ——  long staying  &  civilians possibly, a DEEP SPACE one, the other woman had said it was. katie had visited a few of them before but number nine was one she had never come across   (  until now, of course  ).

‘ MY FAMILY?

                                                                           well…

                    THERE’S PAVEL CHEKOV,

                                                                     ANNA HART,

                                     JIM KIRK,

                                                           DUSTIN THE DUSTBIN,

               KATIE JANEWAY,

                                                                                                AND ME. ‘