#livelongxprosper

Okie dokie. So I went through all 123 pages of my blog and scoured it for any and all unfinished threads that I know that I hadn't dropped due to lack of interest or what have you. I gathered them all up and replied to all of them, and then compiled them into a handy dandy list on my Current Threads page. I made this to keep track of the status of the threads I am currently working on so that if I have replied to something and say tumblr didn't tell you, you can go to this page and find out if I replied. Also if you've replied and tumblr didn't tell me you can be like "EY YO BITCH I REPLIED TO THE THREAD." and I can go reply.

Now to those of you listed on the page that I am waiting for replies from, if you see a thread I have posted up my reply to that you are no longer interested in continuing just tell me and I will delete it from the list and we shall speak of it no more!

So here are the list of people I am waiting on replies from:

logicallybased

the-blacksmith-in-armani

livelongxprosper

chekovoftheenterprise

thenuclearwessel

captndaddykirk

scienceofficermarcus

childofxtwoworlds

im-sewenteen-sir

best-yeoman

suffersfrom-aviophobia

therussianensign

partiemineure

xyeomanrand

ivebeenemotionallycompromised

agentheugh

canigetatowelplease

drarialynn

commofficer-uhura

ensign-avaforrest

dauntlessgrace

yournursechapel

ghostofvulcan

oneofseventytwo

asktherealkingofasgard

justbrokenandbruised

prodigypavelchekov

enchanting-amelia

janettkirk

So if you all could be so kind as to hop on over to the Current Threads page and take a look see at what all is there and let me know if we're continuing (and please don't feel like you have to) or dropping. 

Why must you criticize every single decision that I make?"he asked curiously pausing as he sighed. "You are never going to make anything easy for me. I am captain of this ship. Or have you forgotten ?"he asked curiously.

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No one would even think of calling counselling a tough job, compared to many other positions an officer could hold in Starfleet. Why would they? After all if one decided to dedicate their life to listening to someone else’s troubles and insecurities, neglecting ones of their own, and constantly being under pressure of making tough decisions concerning what to write or not to write in a report, which may or may not result in dismissal of a crew member, it was most obviously their choice.

That is exactly why Dr. Novan was extremely surprised, maybe even shocked, when Ensign Mary Slater caught her in the corridor and asked to have a word in private. Nevertheless, Novan didn’t hesitate to schedule an appointment, after all the Ensign did look troubled and nervous. Whatever she had to say must have been interesting in one way or another and Novan even felt good for a moment - finally someone required assistance and she could help!

However, when Ensign Slater never showed up for the appointment, doctor felt a strange sucking feeling of concern. It resembled a case of a standard detective novel in many ways - an ugrent message, a disappearance…

"I expect you shall explain just what was so important you felt the need to disturb the God of Mischief, mortal. Weave your tale quickly, my patience is not limitless."